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Mine!
Summary: After the fiasco at the Ministry, Voldemort questions the loyalty of several of his supporters. He commands Wormtail to bring to him something belonging to the Malfoy family that will prove Lucius's loyalty is only to him. This story explores the possibilities of just who really is Narcissia Malfoy. LM/HG Fic.
Mine! The Prologue:
The furious howls of the wind gush around the rickety old Riddle Manor. Flashes of light strike the darkness before the thunderous roar of thunder quacks the manor. The weather outside the house was calmer then the man standing next to the window. Swallowing compulsively, he precariously makes his way to the heart of the manor, where his lord's followers where gathering around.
He notices that they have unconsciously formed a circle as they wait for their master to arrive. Without warning one of the followers collapses to the ground, withering in pain. Looking around, he found Voldemort coming into the center of the circle all the while holding his follower under the curse. He could see that the man was extremely close to the breaking point before Voldemort lifts the spell.
"One of you!" hisses Voldemort, angrily. "Just one of you, explain to me how a bunch of miserable underage school children are able to best the lot of you!" Voldemort sweeps around demanding answers from a select few of his followers. After each follower answers Voldemort, they receive the blunt of his frustrations.
Swallowing hard, he watches as his master slowly comes to a stop in front of him. Giving his master a blank look, he feels moisture dripping down the back of his neck. "Yes, Master," he squeaks.
"Wormtail, w here were you?" asks Voldemort softly. "When I lost several of my best followers?"
Shaking under his robes, he tries to project some confidence into his voice as he answers, "I was carrying out your orders, Master." Feeling safe in his response Peter smiles condescendingly at his fellow followers. Sharp agonizing pain floods his senses. The pain starts to fade away as his master sweeps from the room.
Struggling to regain composure over his twitching body, Wormtail tries to catch his breath. Barely moving, it takes him close to an hour to flip himself over. Crawling his way into the corner of the room, he notices that his body was shaking heavily.
'I wonder which has Voldemort more agitated. The fact that several of his more affluent followers are in Ministry custody or the fact that he has to stay here, since the wards at Malfoy Manor will not let him in,' contemplates Wormtail. 'How was Lucius able to set the wards to do that?' After that thought, Wormtail falls unconscious.
Until Later
