New Harry Potter Adventures: Chapter 1 – Flight and Re-birth

This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author.

Chapter 1
With a faint pop, that was almost drowned out by a loud clap of thunder, three men appeared before the high, forbidding gates of Malfoy Manor. One of the figures fell immediately to the ground as suddenly, a stroke of lightening illuminated the faces of Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape.
‘Help me get him up,’ ordered Snape as the harsh wind and rain enveloped them. Quickly, Draco scurried to the fallen figures side and wrapped an arm around his side as he and Snape wrenched the man to his feet and began to drag him towards the Manor. Snape waved his free hand at the gate which clattered open at his command. The injured man let out a low groan of pain as he, Draco and Snape staggered inside the Manor.

Wormtail was knelt, quivering behind his Master who was sat before the roaring fire which was the only light source in the spacious room. With a deafening bang, the heavy double metal doors swung open as Draco and Snape entered into the main room of the house, carrying the limp body between them.
‘My poor faithful servant, what has happened to him?’ asked Voldemort urgently as he hurried out of his chair and glided towards them.
‘It was Potter my Lord,’ answered Snape swiftly, ‘they were duelling on the wall and he fell. It must have been at least 50 fifty my Lord. I managed to get to him quickly enough and stop the blood flow from his head or else he would be already dead. Even now, he has not long to live my Lord.’ Ron let out a blood-curdling shriek as Draco and Snape laid him on the dining table. Voldemort pushed Snape roughly aside as he quickly pointed his wand at Ron and started muttering an incantation in a sing-song sort of way. Ron’s body jolted and his chest arched upwards in an excruciating way, his eyes popping before suddenly, he fell limply onto the table. At the same time, Voldemort too fell forwards, his hands having to clutch either side of the table to support himself. Wormtail, Snape and Draco looked on, shocked to see how much the spell had taken out of their Master. Finally, after what seemed an age, Voldemort regained his strength and spoke.
‘He will live,’ said Voldemort through heavy breathing, ‘the damage to his body was….extensive. He will lose his right arm….parts of his chest, but no matter, Lord Voldemort rewards his most faithful servants.’
Voldemort stood to his full height, cutting an impressive figure in the low light as he turned slowly to the three men behind him.
‘Leave us!’ he hissed harshly at them, ‘not you…Draco, you stay,’ said Voldemort as the three men had began to quickly exit the room. Draco stopped near the door and slowly began to walk back towards his Master as the metal doors shut behind him, so that only he, Voldemort and an unconscious Ron remained in the room. Once Draco had returned to his Master’s side, Voldemort turned back to Ron whose right arm had already began to blacken before their eyes.

‘It is unfortunate,’ sighed Voldemort as he bent over Ron’s body and with a swift circling of his wand, cut away Ron’s dead right arm from his body, ‘but Lord Voldemort is kind.’ With another series of wand flicks and a spell that Draco had never heard before, a silvery substance began to form in mid-air. Slowly it moulded into the shape of an arm and hand, as under the direction of Voldemort’s wand, it floated towards Ron’s shoulder and connected to it.
‘This is much stronger and more powerful then that useless fool Wormtail’s,’ commented Voldemort as Draco looked on in awe. More silvery substance formed and filled in three long, deep diagonal gashes that lay along Ron’s chest; while the final piece of silvery substance filled in a small, horizontal cut that lay just under Ron’s left eye.
‘Now we shall see,’ said Voldemort eagerly, ‘Enervate!’
Ron’s eyes burst open as a scream of pain escaped his lips. However after a few moments, the pain subsided, as he sat up on the table, shaking his head roughly, as if just waking from a deep sleep.
‘My arm….,’ said Ron faintly, ‘my chest…,’
‘Yesss,’ hissed Voldemort, ‘your body took a lot of damage when you fell, I could not save all of you. The fact you are even alive is nothing short of a miracle; you have I and Severus to thank for that.’ Ron began to flex and bend his new arm which glistened as brightly as a Unicorn. ‘It will deflect most spells away,’ continued Voldemort, ‘and should give you great strength,’ said Voldemort as Ron hurried to the long mirror that dominated the far wall to admire his new body. Ron let his fingers caress his strong torso, his fingers lingering on the silver streaks that lay across his chest.

‘But what of Hermione?