A.N. Howdy! Hi! Hello! In case you didn't know, there is not just one author writing this story. Nope! There are three!!!!! This is a story by Tadariada, Malena, and SEEKER_2000!!!!! Well, we hope that you enjoy this!!!!! Please review!!!!!! All flames will be used to set Snape's robes on fire. If we don't get any flames…. Well… we'll set his robes on fire anyway for the heck of it.

Tadariada, Malena, and SEEKER_2000

It was almost pitch black outside. A dark fog covered the small graveyard that faded into the distance. Peter Pettigrew, or Wormtail, who was standing by the window of the moldy old house that sat on the hill, struggled to see where he and the other Death Eaters would be meeting that night. Ah yes, there it was. Right in that circle of graves, the one with the angel with the broken wing. IN his mind he could picture where each of the Death Eaters would stand. He would be between Macnair and Crabbe, two insolent Ministry workers. They completely ignored Wormtail, along with most of the other Death Eaters. He didn't mind, because they could have been doing much worse things than ignoring him…

Wormtail's shifty eyes looked over the marble headstone that only a month or so ago had been where Harry Potter had been tied up. The scenes flashed before his eyes as he remembered the flash of green light meeting the red light and becoming golden… he remembered the web that had concealed his master and his former friend's son.

Wormtail nearly jumped out of his skin as he felt something slither past his leg. A giant snake was looking up at him, and it seemed to glare. It raised it's scaly head so it was level with Wormtail's and flicked it's tongue out.

"Stop that Nagini," said a cold voice from the doorway. Wormtail jumped again as another figure walked smoothly into the room and started to lightly stroke the snake on the head.

"Wormtail, it is time…" The voice said.

"Yes my lord," Wormtail said, starting to shake a bit.

"Your arm please."

Wormtail extended his harm before his master, a black tattoo of a skull imprinted on his upper arm. A cold finger pressed onto the skull and Wormtail gave a whimper.

"Shut up Wormtail."

"I'm sorry my lord," Wormtail replied, biting his lip so hard that he was afraid it was going to start bleeding.

"Lord Voldemort does not like weaklings such as you," he said. "Be happy that you're still with us."

"Yes my lord, I am my lord."

"Good… now let us go down to the graveyard. They've started arriving." Lord Voldemort swept out of the room, his enormous snake slithering after him.

Wormtail scrambled out of the room, and ran to the graveyard to take his place in the circle.

There was about two hundred of them. Two hundred Death Eaters, all of them waiting to do his bidding. A small smile played his lips as he looked around. No one was speaking. The only sound was his boots as his paced around the inside of the circle.

"Welcome Death Eaters," he said softly. Most of them bowed and murmured, "My Lord."

"As I mentioned in our last meeting, we are several Death Eaters short," he said. "In order to keep our group strong we need more. We need to recruit. We need to ask around, seeing if anyone shares our dream. Seeing if anyone wants a bit of our power… our genius."

"Yes my lord," said several Death Eaters softly.

"Well then, let the recruitment begin."

~*~

"Harry!" Ron yelled from his broomstick. "Are you alive up there?"

"Yes." Harry shouted down and made a turn on his broom to prove it. They were in the Weasley's back yard playing Quidditch. Harry, who was usually so fast and alert when playing, seemed dulled today. He was barely moving and the look on his face was far from excitement.

The Snitch darted into view. Ron looked at it and then looked at Harry. Harry didn't notice it at all. He was just staring into space. He couldn't be tired- he always slept in half the day, but he was distant. Too distant. The snitch darted away again. Ron sighed.

Harry swayed on his broom suddenly, making it scoop slightly. He blinked slowly, shutting his eyes for a few seconds.

He was thinking about the dreams he had been having recently. None of them made to much sense to him, but they scared him all the same. People were always getting killed in his dreams- not people he knew thankfully- but people all the same. And in many of them he was murdered too. Most of them weren't real. He knew that, because he couldn't die four different times, but that didn't mean that he wasn't a little afraid anyways.

Sometimes when you think about something- it reminds you of something else and then your thinking will just go deeper and deeper. Harry had been thinking about his dream last night, when he was suddenly reminded of a Dark arts lesson. So he dwelled on Moody for a while until he was reminded of the third task.

That was when he swayed on his broom- when he thought about Cedric. Ron and Hermione, George and Fred all stopped what they were doing to look at him.

"Harry?" Hermione called.

Harry didn't seem to notice her.

"Harry, you aren't being funny!" Fred said. "Stop doing things like that!" Harry's broom scooped again. He wasn't blinking.

Harry didn't notice what was going on around him. All he saw was a graveyard around him and Voldemort there, pointing a wand at Harry. It was more of a daydream, than a flashback really. For in Harry's daydream Voldemort suddenly said, "You shall die as a coward like your parents."

And then Harry was spinning into a world of darkness.

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Somebody was shaking Harry very gently. "Wake up! Wake up blast you!"

"Harry, that fall wasn't that bad- only 20 feet. Don't die on us now."

"You didn't even break a bone…wake up! Wake up blast you!"

"Harry…"

The voices swam in his head for a moment until he could process them.

"This is pointless."

"Ginny! For shame."

"Sorry mum, I'm just sayin' he isn't waking up!"

"You go make dinner."

"I think I'm going to call Mungo's…"

"No!"

"Why not."

"The press will swarm all over and Harry'll never be allowed to come here again."

"I suppose."

Harry grunted and tried to move. His body ached all over.

"Oh! He's waking!" Molly Weasley said in a hushed voice. "I feel so much less unnerved now."

"I'm- I'm hungry." He said and opened his eyes. He saw 20 hazy faces peering at him.

"How can you be hungry!" One said. Harry's eyes focused and there were only 10 faces now.

"Didn't eat breakfast." Harry said.

"You- you!" Hermione said. "I don't know whether to smack you- or kiss you. We were so scared."

"You're always scared about something." Harry said. He groaned and tried to sit up, but his head spun to much. He lay back down. "Did I fall off my broom?"

"Did you ever!" Fred said. "What's with you lately, Harry?"

"Nothing." Harry said hastily. "I'm just- tired."

~*~

Ron was lying on his back, staring up at the Quidditch players that were zooming across his ceiling. His thoughts, however, were back at the Quidditch Pitch when Harry fell off his broom. What had he been thinking about up there? Obviously it was something horrible, for Harry had only fallen off his broom one time before and that was when there were Dementors around…

Ron rolled over restlessly. Pig was in his cage, making little whoo-ing sounds. Hedwig was in the cage beside Pig's, her head tucked under her wing. Harry was lying in a sleeping bag that had been placed on a cot. Ron rolled over again staring at the moon that was shining through his window. The stars twinkled merrily at him, and started to coax him toward slumber.

Minutes after Ron had fallen asleep he was awoken again by his roommate screaming hysterically.