Chapter 373
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During the attack in Hogsmeade a rat had finally managed to recover it's head from a plastic wrapper after being too eager in eating it's contents, it's beady black eyes glance left and right as black figures drop down to try and attack two people, one it recognised as Harry Potters companion Hermione Granger and the other something he had seen in the Daily Prophet often, Ciri Rivia, the one who killed his old friend and enemy, Sirius Black. Not long after the battle had started he quickly ducked into a dark corner and waited until the Auror's had arrived as he didn't have any interest in being torn apart by some dark creatures. Once the sounds of combat were over he stuck his head out and saw Ciri Rivia with a rabbit on her leg resting on the ground while giving an Auror a statement, he quickly retreats and starts heading back to his master with new information that might be useful to him.
In the depths of a dimly lit mansion, torn apart by the degradation of time can be heard the loud clattering of doors.
"Wormtail!?!" A hoarse voice tries to shout out but the volume doesn't go over a whisper.
A fat man with ragged blonde hair, pimples and buck teeth barrels into the room that contains the origin of the voice. "It is me master!" he calls apprehensively.
A a quiet voice whispers from the robes that envelop it in an attempt to hide it's disgusting visage and keep it warm "What is so urgent that you must disturb my rest Wormtail!" it says slowly.
Peter Pettigrew shivers at the voice, not so distant memories of being tortured by the cruciatus curse flash in his mind as the words in his throat don't come out. He coughs into his hand and shakily replies, "I-I was doing a-a-as you asked when Hogsmeade was attacked my Lord!"
Voldemort now in his homunculus form grits his teeth without the strength to even chew marshmallow, "Were you discovered Wormtail?" he asks, a silent threat lingering in the air.
Peter "No my Lord! I-I managed to escape as those vampires attacked the one who killed Sirius Black!"
Voldemort "Ah, so that thorn is already dealt with?" he asks slowly, wondering why he'd not been informed of this before.
Peter nods quickly, "Stabbed through the heart by Ciri Rivia sir!"
...
Voldemort "And this.. Girl? Is she Death Eater material?" he rasps out the question.
Peter "I'm n-not sure, there are rumours that she is romantically involved with Harry Potter my Lord!"
The half-living homunculus gives a chilling chuckle, "Even better. The look in his eyes when I grant her the final release will be glorious..."
Peter "Lord, this is also the Hogwarts champion! If she can fight off a horde of vampires then she must disrupt your plans!"
...
Voldemort closes his eyes and contemplates his servants words, if this girl manages to win the tournament then all his planning will be rendered useless... Perhaps he could gain the assistance of the vampires she had slaughtered? He muses to himself.
"Wormtail! Is there word of Greyback?
Peter "No my liege! There has not been even a whisper of his location."
Voldemort scowls, "What about my Death Eaters who escaped being sentenced to Azkaban!?"
Peter "I have tried to speak with them but they refuse to believe your survival my Lord!"
...
Voldemort "They will suffer the consequences of betraying me." he spits. "For now, try to contact the vampires and see if we can negotiate with them. Give hints to our plans but never disclose it, otherwise I'll deal with you permenantly."
Peter bows low before almost sprinting from the room, not looking back.
The dark lord watches as his cowardly servant leaves and start formulating more plans from the information he had gathered, clearly he wouldn't be receiving any help from his former Death Eaters, he'd have to wait until he was back to full power before showing why he should still be feared. His thoughts drift to the new name that'd made itself prominent, Ciri Rivia. He doubted the girl would be strong enough to cause him trouble but he had to be cautious, if was Wormtail had said was true in that she had fought off a large group of vampires alone then she would have to be quite magically powerful, as even he would have trouble defending against it.
Regardless his plans were already progressing and if Crouch Jr did as he was instructed then everything would go according to plan. His Resurrection and the death of Harry Potter would cripple magical Britain, and in their terror fuel'd grief they would become easy pickings, especially if he was able to gain the allegiance of the discriminated dark creatures. Yes, his plans were slowly coming together and he patiently awaited the day he would return to rule not only Britain, but Europe and the other continents, showing that he was far above what Grindlewald could have ever been.
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During the attack in Hogsmeade a rat had finally managed to recover it's head from a plastic wrapper after being too eager in eating it's contents, it's beady black eyes glance left and right as black figures drop down to try and attack two people, one it recognised as Harry Potters companion Hermione Granger and the other something he had seen in the Daily Prophet often, Ciri Rivia, the one who killed his old friend and enemy, Sirius Black. Not long after the battle had started he quickly ducked into a dark corner and waited until the Auror's had arrived as he didn't have any interest in being torn apart by some dark creatures. Once the sounds of combat were over he stuck his head out and saw Ciri Rivia with a rabbit on her leg resting on the ground while giving an Auror a statement, he quickly retreats and starts heading back to his master with new information that might be useful to him.
In the depths of a dimly lit mansion, torn apart by the degradation of time can be heard the loud clattering of doors.
"Wormtail!?!" A hoarse voice tries to shout out but the volume doesn't go over a whisper.
A fat man with ragged blonde hair, pimples and buck teeth barrels into the room that contains the origin of the voice. "It is me master!" he calls apprehensively.
A a quiet voice whispers from the robes that envelop it in an attempt to hide it's disgusting visage and keep it warm "What is so urgent that you must disturb my rest Wormtail!" it says slowly.
Peter Pettigrew shivers at the voice, not so distant memories of being tortured by the cruciatus curse flash in his mind as the words in his throat don't come out. He coughs into his hand and shakily replies, "I-I was doing a-a-as you asked when Hogsmeade was attacked my Lord!"
Voldemort now in his homunculus form grits his teeth without the strength to even chew marshmallow, "Were you discovered Wormtail?" he asks, a silent threat lingering in the air.
Peter "No my Lord! I-I managed to escape as those vampires attacked the one who killed Sirius Black!"
Voldemort "Ah, so that thorn is already dealt with?" he asks slowly, wondering why he'd not been informed of this before.
Peter nods quickly, "Stabbed through the heart by Ciri Rivia sir!"
...
Voldemort "And this.. Girl? Is she Death Eater material?" he rasps out the question.
Peter "I'm n-not sure, there are rumours that she is romantically involved with Harry Potter my Lord!"
The half-living homunculus gives a chilling chuckle, "Even better. The look in his eyes when I grant her the final release will be glorious..."
Peter "Lord, this is also the Hogwarts champion! If she can fight off a horde of vampires then she must disrupt your plans!"
...
Voldemort closes his eyes and contemplates his servants words, if this girl manages to win the tournament then all his planning will be rendered useless... Perhaps he could gain the assistance of the vampires she had slaughtered? He muses to himself.
"Wormtail! Is there word of Greyback?
Peter "No my liege! There has not been even a whisper of his location."
Voldemort scowls, "What about my Death Eaters who escaped being sentenced to Azkaban!?"
Peter "I have tried to speak with them but they refuse to believe your survival my Lord!"
...
Voldemort "They will suffer the consequences of betraying me." he spits. "For now, try to contact the vampires and see if we can negotiate with them. Give hints to our plans but never disclose it, otherwise I'll deal with you permenantly."
Peter bows low before almost sprinting from the room, not looking back.
The dark lord watches as his cowardly servant leaves and start formulating more plans from the information he had gathered, clearly he wouldn't be receiving any help from his former Death Eaters, he'd have to wait until he was back to full power before showing why he should still be feared. His thoughts drift to the new name that'd made itself prominent, Ciri Rivia. He doubted the girl would be strong enough to cause him trouble but he had to be cautious, if was Wormtail had said was true in that she had fought off a large group of vampires alone then she would have to be quite magically powerful, as even he would have trouble defending against it.
Regardless his plans were already progressing and if Crouch Jr did as he was instructed then everything would go according to plan. His Resurrection and the death of Harry Potter would cripple magical Britain, and in their terror fuel'd grief they would become easy pickings, especially if he was able to gain the allegiance of the discriminated dark creatures. Yes, his plans were slowly coming together and he patiently awaited the day he would return to rule not only Britain, but Europe and the other continents, showing that he was far above what Grindlewald could have ever been.
During the attack in Hogsmeade a rat had finally managed to recover it's head from a plastic wrapper after being too eager in eating it's contents, it's beady black eyes glance left and right as black figures drop down to try and attack two people, one it recognised as Harry Potters companion Hermione Granger and the other something he had seen in the Daily Prophet often, Ciri Rivia, the one who killed his old friend and enemy, Sirius Black. Not long after the battle had started he quickly ducked into a dark corner and waited until the Auror's had arrived as he didn't have any interest in being torn apart by some dark creatures. Once the sounds of combat were over he stuck his head out and saw Ciri Rivia with a rabbit on her leg resting on the ground while giving an Auror a statement, he quickly retreats and starts heading back to his master with new information that might be useful to him.In the depths of a dimly lit mansion, torn apart by the degradation of time can be heard the loud clattering of doors."Wormtail!?!" A hoarse voice tries to shout out but the volume doesn't go over a whisper.A fat man with ragged blonde hair, pimples and buck teeth barrels into the room that contains the origin of the voice. "It is me master!" he calls apprehensively.A a quiet voice whispers from the robes that envelop it in an attempt to hide it's disgusting visage and keep it warm "What is so urgent that you must disturb my rest Wormtail!" it says slowly.Peter Pettigrew shivers at the voice, not so distant memories of being tortured by the cruciatus curse flash in his mind as the words in his throat don't come out. He coughs into his hand and shakily replies, "I-I was doing a-a-as you asked when Hogsmeade was attacked my Lord!"Voldemort now in his homunculus form grits his teeth without the strength to even chew marshmallow, "Were you discovered Wormtail?" he asks, a silent threat lingering in the air.Peter "No my Lord! I-I managed to escape as those vampires attacked the one who killed Sirius Black!"Voldemort "Ah, so that thorn is already dealt with?" he asks slowly, wondering why he'd not been informed of this before.Peter nods quickly, "Stabbed through the heart by Ciri Rivia sir!"...Voldemort "And this.. Girl? Is she Death Eater material?" he rasps out the question.Peter "I'm n-not sure, there are rumours that she is romantically involved with Harry Potter my Lord!"The half-living homunculus gives a chilling chuckle, "Even better. The look in his eyes when I grant her the final release will be glorious..."Peter "Lord, this is also the Hogwarts champion! If she can fight off a horde of vampires then she must disrupt your plans!"...Voldemort closes his eyes and contemplates his servants words, if this girl manages to win the tournament then all his planning will be rendered useless... Perhaps he could gain the assistance of the vampires she had slaughtered? He muses to himself."Wormtail! Is there word of Greyback?Peter "No my liege! There has not been even a whisper of his location."Voldemort scowls, "What about my Death Eaters who escaped being sentenced to Azkaban!?"Peter "I have tried to speak with them but they refuse to believe your survival my Lord!"...Voldemort "They will suffer the consequences of betraying me." he spits. "For now, try to contact the vampires and see if we can negotiate with them. Give hints to our plans but never disclose it, otherwise I'll deal with you permenantly."Peter bows low before almost sprinting from the room, not looking back.The dark lord watches as his cowardly servant leaves and start formulating more plans from the information he had gathered, clearly he wouldn't be receiving any help from his former Death Eaters, he'd have to wait until he was back to full power before showing why he should still be feared. His thoughts drift to the new name that'd made itself prominent, Ciri Rivia. He doubted the girl would be strong enough to cause him trouble but he had to be cautious, if was Wormtail had said was true in that she had fought off a large group of vampires alone then she would have to be quite magically powerful, as even he would have trouble defending against it.Regardless his plans were already progressing and if Crouch Jr did as he was instructed then everything would go according to plan. His Resurrection and the death of Harry Potter would cripple magical Britain, and in their terror fuel'd grief they would become easy pickings, especially if he was able to gain the allegiance of the discriminated dark creatures. Yes, his plans were slowly coming together and he patiently awaited the day he would return to rule not only Britain, but Europe and the other continents, showing that he was far above what Grindlewald could have ever been.
