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A Harry Potter fanfic by Egleriel
"Flames will be fed to Olórin's pet Balrog" - [some other fanficker]
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Chapter One: His Lair
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Nagini hissed along with the fire as it flickered, illuminating the midnight room. Pale as death was the one who sat in the armchair above her. The small man had gone at last. He could not be trusted. The snake raised her head. A tall dark man with a hooked nose knocked softly on the mahogany door and entered the room.
"My lord," he breathed, bowing low.
"I told you not to return," said the pale being, "until you had information."
Nagini could smell the fear in this one, too. None of her master's servants seemed confident in their allegiance to him. All of them, would- be traitors. Her master had long since noticed, but knew also that they feared him too much to betray him. They had saved their own skins before from the Ministry; they would not make excuses before Him, for he showed no mercy.
"I have information, lord," said the dark man quickly. He was unsure.
"What is it?" Nagini's master straightened in his chair. "Does it concern Dumbledore?"
The other man's breathing quickened. "Yes, lord." This report was not given willingly. "He has convinced the Ministry, my lord. Now the entire Wizarding World is on the lookout for you."
Nagini's master drew a long, spidery hand over his weary face. "I was foolish at the Ministry. How foolish?"
The man thought rapidly about his answer. "Nothing you do, lord, is foolish, but the Minister himself saw you Disapparate."
"Hmm..." The master's head snapped up. "Leave me, Snape." The Death Eater called Snape bowed, turned swiftly on his heel and left. His footfalls were so quick and light that, with his long robes, he appeared to glide silently across the floor. He stepped into the fire on the other side of the hall, muttered, "Hogwarts," and vanished in a whirl of green flame.
A Harry Potter fanfic by Egleriel
"Flames will be fed to Olórin's pet Balrog" - [some other fanficker]
@-,--'--,--'--
Chapter One: His Lair
--------------
Nagini hissed along with the fire as it flickered, illuminating the midnight room. Pale as death was the one who sat in the armchair above her. The small man had gone at last. He could not be trusted. The snake raised her head. A tall dark man with a hooked nose knocked softly on the mahogany door and entered the room.
"My lord," he breathed, bowing low.
"I told you not to return," said the pale being, "until you had information."
Nagini could smell the fear in this one, too. None of her master's servants seemed confident in their allegiance to him. All of them, would- be traitors. Her master had long since noticed, but knew also that they feared him too much to betray him. They had saved their own skins before from the Ministry; they would not make excuses before Him, for he showed no mercy.
"I have information, lord," said the dark man quickly. He was unsure.
"What is it?" Nagini's master straightened in his chair. "Does it concern Dumbledore?"
The other man's breathing quickened. "Yes, lord." This report was not given willingly. "He has convinced the Ministry, my lord. Now the entire Wizarding World is on the lookout for you."
Nagini's master drew a long, spidery hand over his weary face. "I was foolish at the Ministry. How foolish?"
The man thought rapidly about his answer. "Nothing you do, lord, is foolish, but the Minister himself saw you Disapparate."
"Hmm..." The master's head snapped up. "Leave me, Snape." The Death Eater called Snape bowed, turned swiftly on his heel and left. His footfalls were so quick and light that, with his long robes, he appeared to glide silently across the floor. He stepped into the fire on the other side of the hall, muttered, "Hogwarts," and vanished in a whirl of green flame.