*AN I own nothing I am merely a slave to JK Rowling's literary genius
Voldemort knew there would be little to no hiding now that he had been sighted at the ministry and his faithful but foolish follower Bellatrix had killed his scapegoat. He could no longer hide behind the mask of the notorious mass murderer Sirius Black. Letting others take the credit for his work had never really been something he was good at but it had worked in his favor. Staying behind closed doors was exactly what he needed and now he would need to take a different approach. He had control of many of the top ministry workers and had been making use of the power, but even with what the Muggles called natural disasters and unexplained disappearances he felt something missing. Though killing just to instill fear in the magical population was a type of fun game, it had begun to get old. An idea had begun to brew in his twisted mind, an idea to do less of the work and enjoy the killing as he had before his minor lapse in power. It had all been caused by the famed Harry Potter, and his misjudgment of his pathetic Mudblood mother. He would show the wizarding world why Muggles were worthless creatures. That they need to be eliminated, he would show them. He would make it a game.
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