Authors notes:
This story has a lot of background information that has to be given before the really "fun" stuff can begin. Please be patient with me and I hope this will all make sense. I have several story ideas, but this one just won't leave me alone. I have about 15 chapters written, but have not been edited or given the detail they deserve. I will try and get them up as soon as possible. This story will have an adult rating, equivalent to a NC-17 rating. I hope you enjoy the story, now on with the show!
Disclaimer:
I do not own any of these characters. I do not make any amount of money off this story or the characters. The characters and most places in the story are owned by J.K. Rowling's, Warner brothers, Bloomsbury, and Scholastic
Ancient Magic
By Blondhunter
Chapter 1
So it begins!
Voldemort watched his beautiful snake devouring her dinner, which happened to be an idiot Muggle who dared step foot on his ancestors land. Taking a few paces Voldemort knew that the time to execute his plan was now.
Wormtail only had a moment to take in his surroundings as he landed in the place to which he was summoned. Getting into the ministry was easy enough as a rat, but getting out was another story. Wormtail had to be convincing, sometimes using just a little force along with blackmail against one of the top aides to the Mistress of Magic. This is exactly what happened when his arm suddenly burned. The escape out of the ministry was not without some very crafty magic and persuasion. I hate getting summoned without warning, sometimes the allegiance I formed with the Dark Lord becomes too hard to handle, but it is better than death. Although not by much.
The fog was disorienting, but Wormtail could see the large snake he hated so much feasting on what looked like a human body. A shiver ran down Wormtail's spine; he knew who would be next if he did not kneel soon.
While kissing the hems of Voldemort's robes, Wormtail began to speak. "Master, how may I serve you this evening?"
"My information, rat. Do you have my information?"
"Yes, my lord."
"Well? I am waiting, you worthless coward." The Dark Lord spoke with no emotion in his voice and a coldness wrapped about his person.
"Yes, my lord. There have been eight more heirs who have died." Wormtail spoke the information with conviction, but was nervous if it would be enough.
"You worthless worm, is that just in England or have all of my followers been accounted for?"
"My lord, this number is only from England and Scotland."
"Crucio!" The spy's pale, small body writhed on the ground for several minutes just like the worm Voldemort had called him. When the curse lifted, Wormtail sat up, slowly crawling his way back to the hems of his master before more curses could be thrown.
"Master, I am sorry."
"Traitor! Filth! I do not want your excuses. I just need your answer, a complete answer. Even though you are worthless and do things half-way does not mean I also wish such mediocrity. You are insignificant to me, only your information keeps you alive. Tell me what I need to know before I lose my patience."
Wormtail stammered as he shivered with the realization of the situation "yes, master. The total losses of heirs across the New World, Australia, Russia, Africa and other areas of Europe are extensive. There have been 56 heirs lost in the past months with 107 jailed."
"This is just as I have feared. I am losing this battle of wills; my followers are fearful for their ancestry and are beginning to question their loyalty. This is falling right into the hands of that old fool. Dumbledore has gotten lucky; the new Mistress of Ministry listens to his cracked ideas. I need her to have an unfortunate accident and a weak-minded fool in charge again. "
"Yes, master. What do you need me to do?"
"I want your spies in the Ministry to get me more vital information. I need to know what charges are being filed against the heirs that have been jailed. Then I need more key political figures to pass motions in the Wizengamot to eliminate some of the more damaging laws as quietly as possible so as not to arouse suspicion."
"Yes, master, this will take time. I will need at least six months to make this happen adequately."
"Wormtail, you have four months, for I am fast losing time and loyalty and my patience with you is depleting just as quickly."
"Yes, master. It will be done in four" Wormtail stuttered his response.
"Next, Wormtail, I need several lists. The first list is of all pure blood male heirs alive whose families are loyal throughout the world. Another list with all pure blood witches alive throughout the world, but I do not care if they have loyal families; they can be blood traitors, for they can be trained and turned. I then want a list of all male pureblood traitors and half-blood males and females, in case I have to resort to gaining their help whether willingly or not for the final war. I want them all next week."
"Yes, Master you will have your lists by the week's end."
"Now, Wormtail what is the news of the Potter boy's training?"
"Master, he will complete his Auror training in June."
With a twisted smile, Voldemort continued, "Interesting news, Wormtail. Dumbledore thinks that he is fit enough to finish his training a year ahead of schedule. The old fool does not realize this will get Potter killed. I am grateful for the old fool's foolishness and confidence in Potter's skills; this is most convenient for me. I will kill him without much effort and finally be rid of his nuisance."
"Yes, master, the world will prosper without his presence."
"Wormtail, I need you to warn my inner circle that I will be contacting them at the end of the week. There will be a very important meeting and they had better not disappoint."
"Yes, master. It will be done at once."
"That is all Wormtail, leave my presence. I have much planning to do."
"Yes, master." The words were followed by an Apparation pop.
In a manor across London, a man sat at his desk with the grace and elegance of nobility, looking over ledgers from Gringotts.
Sniffing loudly, the blond man mumbled to himself, "Draco, what have you done? Studying abroad my bloody arse, more like spending as much of your inheritance on as many parties and whores as possible."
A loud sound in his study interrupted his thoughts and a familiar face appeared in the fireplace.
"Lucius, I have news for you from the Dark Lord."
"Well, get on with it. I do not have the patience or the time to wait on you."
Important Author Notes:
Thank you, Fresh pickled toad for the wonderfully brilliant first read. I definitely could not have had the guts to work on this story without your support.
I also have to give a huge Thank you to OneSarcasticChick without her beta expertise I would be an okay writer with very bad grammar. She was able to take this story to the next level, by being honest with excellent observations.
Last, Everyone needs to read fresh pickled toad's story "The Devils Triangle," it is really great! Actually anything she has written is really fun to read.
Thank you Nutshell for taking an interest in my story. I really appreciate all you have done in helping me get this story to where it needs to be.