Harry Potter and the Rule of Jupiter

Chapter 1- A Frightful Vision

It was another gloomy night at 4 Privet Drive. Harry was tossing and turning beneath his meager blankets. The scar upon his head was bursting with pain and his thoughts clouded with another vision.

A stunningly beautiful girl of about fifteen or sixteen was walking down a rundown, deserted street looking very guarded for she had been hearing tales of disappearances throughout the surrounding land.

All in a blink of an eye she was on her knees, her basket of books forgotten by her side. She was stunned for she knew not what was happening. The fear she had been experiencing gone, she was filled with a restless peace.

This girl had the urge to get up and follow a blinding light that was just outside her reach. She did get up and follow it down unfamiliar passages till she reached a deserted storefront. As she descended a staircase that she had happened upon after she had went inside, she was struck with a wave of nausea. Where was she? and how did she get here? were two questions that floated across her mind. These questions went unanswered as she blacked out.

Upon her awakening, she found herself in a room surrounded by nurturing creatures in black hoods. Should someone have not been in such a trance, they would have found these creatures horrible. They reached out with sticky hands and they were a horrible hue of blood red, their horns a sickly shade of yellow.

These creatures dressed her in black robes and sent her to their master. Their master was the ugliest of them all and had an awful odor coming from his person. He took the poor dear in his hands of poor structure, for he was barely alive. He whispered something deadly into her delicate ear. Her body slipped down to where his feet lay, split and parted.

A creature alike the others rose from her body and joined its fellow crowd. For a couple more nights new arrivals joined the crowd and this girl giggled in glee as they collapsed before her eyes in the same ritual that she had forgone earlier. Each of these bodies were thrust into a cauldron of deep purple where there was a stank so wretched that no sane creature could bear.

But these creatures in this place of doom weren't sane and each night they would dive into this cauldron and torture themselves that were trapped beneath the surface.

On the fifth night of her stay she was sent into this cauldron with hundreds of other creatures like herself. She felt herself being transported to a place she had never been, a place so unlike whatever she had known that she cried out in agony.

A few others joined in her cries. Each was grasped by the shoulders and thrust into the wake of their master. They were burned with no mercy, and a name was imprinted in their mind with such a hatred that it was greater than life itself; Harry Potter was to die a death so unimaginable, so terrible and horrific, that their master smiled a tight grin that would make all creatures die upon sight. Lord Voldemort would make sure of it.