Chapter 2
Lucius Malfoy stumbled forward, as pathetic as ever. Just because he thought I was just an insignificant worker at the Ministry of Magic and his colleague, he couldn't have expected me to spare his life. His filthy son was in cahoots with the great Harry Potter afterwards. I knew I would trek him down later but for now, I would have had to be content with taking his his father's life.
With a beatific smile, I took a step forward, dagger raised, willing to shed the blood of the victim, ready to unleash the energy inside...
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20 years before, Godric Hollow
Voldemort continued gliding up the path. His destinations lay right in front, the Fidelius charm broken. He snorted. Fidelius charms were so unreliable. After all, humans changed a lot. This was clear from Wormtail's betrayal of the Potters.
Then, he was so close that he could see them. There, a tall rangy man with mushy hair was blowing coloured smokes out of his wand. And the child... his soon to be victim was laughing delightedly, trying to grab it.
He drew his wand to make the entry.
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The dagger slashed right through his feeble attempt at the protego charm. It had been designed that way, to penetrate any charm and soak up the energy of a person. After all the Dark Lord himself had enchanted it himself to subdue any 'unwilling volunteers'. Lucius had never been the one for courage and his feeble attempt to protect himself on selfish desire for himself completely disgusted me.
Perhaps that was why I had no more reservation stabbing the dagger right through his heart.
Blood sprayed everywhere and even the death eaters (who were rather used to cleaner way of killing) flinched. But by now, they weren't looking at the limp body. Their attention was riveted on the time turner, which was glowing steadily with the trace of the colour of blood.