Harry Potter and the Dark Lord's Servant

Harry Potter and the Dark Lord's Servant

By EJ Malfoy

Prologue

McGonagall entered Dumbledore's office quickly, robes swishing in time to her stride, a worried look on her face. Dumbledore wiped his brow, acknowledging McGonagall's entrance. McGonagall sat down in the chair in front of his desk.

"Albus, I don't think the students can wait any longer in the Great Hall," McGonagall said. "They've been in there for hours since the accident at dinner."

"I know, Minerva, but I'm a bit baffled about what happened myself," Dumbledore said, grazing his silvery long beard.

"There's nothing to be baffled about," Minerva said, "Believe me, Sibyll has never made a correct prediction in her life. I don't even think it was right to hire her."

"We hired her because Professor Torrent retired after 145 years of good service as our Divination teacher. And this is not a prediction, it is definitely a prophecy." Minerva gasped, clasping a hand to her mouth.

"Do you really think so?"

"I would never doubt myself on such a thing."

"What were the words to it again?" Albus picked up the parchment on his desk, fixed his half-moon spectacles on his nose, and read:

For the serpent's servant to renew,

Giving sacrifice to his master,

Or ending his own life in disaster.

Marked by the serpent, he knows no fear,

He knows no love and no tear,

Fifteen years we shall wait,

For the serpent's servant to elevate.

Minerva sat there for a moment, puzzled. "What does it all mean, Albus?" she asked. Just then, a large tawny owl flew through the window. It landed lightly on Dumbledore's desk, carrying a note in one of its claws. Dumbledore quickly took the note from its claw, opened the note and read it.

"I'm not certain but we have larger problems at the moment," Albus said getting up from his seat. Minerva got up also, looking bewildered.

"What larger problems?" Minerva asked.

"Something's happened to the Potters!"