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I looked around the room, witches and wizards of all kinds sat on a kind of raised dias. in the front was the minister of magic, Cornelius Fudge. who held the title for stupidest man alive.
"Nico Di Angelo. you sit there accused of: umbraportation, umbrakinesis, and necromancy. how do you plead?" I looked at him and smiled
"guilty of all charges" he was stunned. here I was a little fifteen year old, claiming to be guilty of all charges.
"y-you plead guilty?" he asked clearly confused
"yes. that is what I said." insulting him worked, he straightened himself, and looked down at me with large curious eyes
"do you know that such acts are a guaranty of at least 5 years in azkaban?" I looked at him, still smiling
"yes. I am completely aware of what the consequences are." he was definitely shell shocked
"and you still plead guilty?" he asked in amazement
"well, it's true, so yes"
"and do you know why you are charged with this?" I laughed
"yep. because I shadow traveled. you wizards call it 'umbraportation'. into your office. proceeded to grab you with the shadows, and raised a dead kitten to stand on your desk. all of this before your 'aurors' caught me and stunned me" the wizards around the room flew into a panic. I caught a few words here and there
"...the minister's office?..."
"...shadow travel?..."
"...he summoned the dead..."
finally the minister raised his wand and a few rockets flew out.
"silence!" he yelled. everyone was quiet. I was positively rolling with laughter. well, as much as the chains on the chair let me
"so, I'm guessing you didn't tell them the story then" I was still shaking with laughter
"no. they didn't need to know that" he looked mad. I smiled at his expresion
"well, now they know!" I giggled to myself at the shocked faces of everyone in the room "what?" I asked. they quickly cleared their faces.
"so, Mr. Di Angelo. you agree that you broke into the ministry and attacked the minister of magic?" the witch on his left asked.
"well, no. I didn't break anything" she frowned "but yes, I did attack the minister of magic. but, as you can see, he is perfectly fine" she left it there. one of the wizards watching stood up and asked fudge if he could ask me a question. fudge complied. the wizard turned to me
"so, where did you learn umbrakinesis?" I gave a little snort
"yeah, like I'd tell you! really? you really thought I would tell you?" he looked unhappy
"well, you are at court and are by law required to answer truthfully" I laughed
"oh you silly thing! the punishment for using umbrakinesis is azkaban. now why should I be truthful if I already know I'm going?" the wizards and witches in the room were stunned, I knew I'd caught them. what need did I have for truth? there was no escape.
"Mr. Di Angelo, giving us this information will damper down your sentence." fudge said this.
"As if I care!" I laughed "ok, for fun, I'll tell you. my father taught me, and if he knew I was going to Azkaban for using it, he'd probably give me a pat on the back and say 'well done' so, think again" this caused an uproar, everyone was demanding different things.
"silence!" he yelled. "Mr. Di Angelo, who is your father?" I looked him straight in the eyes. why not have a little fun?
"my father is lord Voldemort" everyone flinched at the name, and a few witches in the back fainted. oh my, the things you can lie about these days.
"w-what?!" fudge asked, clearly on edge.
"you heard me. and just so you know, he's back. has been for almost a year now. that kid, harry potter, he is telling the truth." I spat his name; to try and sound like I hated him
"why is your last name not riddle then?" he asked scrutinizing my face
"because, Voldemort was the last of the riddles, if I walked up to some random wizard and introduced myself as Nico riddle, I very much doubt they would welcome me with open arms" the minister seemed to accept this.
"how old are you?" I smiled
"fifteen" he looked suprised
"and how are you fifteen?"
"because dear old dad had me only a couple months before he 'died' so yeah, I'm fifteen" I did died in quotation marks, well as good of quotation marks as I could with my hands being held in chains and all.
"and who is your mom?" I looked at him coldly
"doesn't matter. she's dead" I said this with so much pain in my voice, that some of the wizards in deep red robes, looked at me in pity.
"Nico Riddle, we must pass judgement. do you have anything to say?" I looked at him and gave him a huge grin
"yes, I do" he nodded for me to start
"very well, tell us" I smirked this was going to be fun
"now, I know you don't believe Voldemort is back. so this is hypothetical. lets say that Voldemort comes back. where will he look to find followers? is he going to look in the ministry where every thing is rainbows and lollipops? no. he will look where those that already have a reason to hate the ministry are. Azkaban. you have seen what I can do fudge, just so you know. that is the tip of the iceberg. I am much more powerful than you could ever imagine. now, do you want that power in your hands or in his? I have no allegiance to him, yeah, I know 'he's you father' I don't give a crap. I never knew him, and I don't love him in any way so, choose my sentence carefully"
"if you've never met him, how did he teach you?" some wizard in the back asked
"he left a book, describing in detail how too, and he used a spell on my mother when she was pregnant that made me able too, any more questions?"
"no more questions can be asked at this time. I need to confer with my fellow judges on his punishment." I looked at them, they obviously thought they were out of hearing range, guess they didn't count on demigod hearing. I heard every word, and it was amazing! of course, normal people wouldn't think so, but I am most definitely not normal.
"we have decided. the accused is to serve 5 years in Azkaban for his crimes. the suppression seals will not be released during this period. Nico Riddle, do you have anything to say? I shook my head
"very well, dementors lead him away" the witch on his right said this, I took a good look at her, she looked like a pink toad. she conjured a white cat that walked in front of all the people sitting down. the doors in the back opened and two beings walked in. when I saw them, I laughed, oh my! this was perfect! fudge looked like he was going to burst an artery in confusion
"why are you laughing?!" he demanded. I just laughed at him; maniacally just because I could, and I wanted to give them a scare. of course I sounded like a crazy person. which to be fair, I am pretty crazy. the dementors came closer, if only he knew! dementors are supposed to leach the happiness out of someone, making them weaker and weaker, instead they were giving me more power! oh, poor fudge. so clueless. they led me away.
when we got to Azkaban, I will admit. I was expecting a muggle prison. instead there was this castle looking thing on an island. perfect, it was gloomy and dark. I loved it already. the Aurors that fudge assigned me led me inside, and put me in a cell/dungeon thing at the end of the hall. then they posted one of the dementors right outside. oh, the stupid things wizards do.
"bye friends!" I called to him as they left. they didn't answer. so rude. I looked around my cell, it had a mattress of sorts in the corner, and that was about it.
I walked up to the dementor guarding my cell
"hey, is it ok if I borrow some of your power for a minute?"
"yes my lord" it spoke in my head. I reached through the bars and grabbed it's cloak. channeling power I surged it on the seals, they acted up, causing pain and trying to suppress my power. key word: trying. I overcame them and they broke in a flash of red light
"ahh, that feels good" I moaned as my power flowed through my veins normally again. I sat down on the 'bed' and rested my head against the wall. "hey dementor! can you bring me some food please?" I asked. it glided away. a few minutes later it came back with a plate of 'food'
"what is this?" I asked puzzled
"this is the only food we have. all the prisoners have to eat it" wow, that sucked. I ate it anyway. it tasted like rotting cardboard, still not the grossest thing I've ever eaten. just then I heard someone talking to the guards outside, they sounded upset. I wonder if that's the girl I met outside the ministry. what was her name? oh right, Hermione. she was really nice. someone eventually opened the door, and three people walked this way.
"are you sure you made the right decision?" a male voice asked, he sounded old.
"quite sure. his father is he-who-must-not-be-named!" fudge, ugh. he was going to have a fit over the suppression seals.
"he's Voldemort's son?!" yep, definitely Hermione.
"yes! he told us himself!" I snickered
"and you think he is incapable of lying?" came the older voice again
"Dumbledore, how many times do I have to tell you?! he is too powerful to be anything else!" go Dumbledore! you made fudge mad! good job man. they finally made it to my cell. I walked to the door completely silent
"oh hello, I was wondering who was arguing. you know, you should be quieter. some of us are trying to sleep" fudge didn't look amused, but Hermione laughed and Dumbledore chuckled.
"he has a sense of humor" Dumbledore noted.
"wow! really?! I didn't know!" I said sarcastically. Hermione giggled.
"that's not why we're here. Dumbledore, you said you had a question for young Mr. Di An-Riddle here. he caught himself mid sentece
"oh, don't start using that name. I hate it! my name is Nico Di Angelo! not Riddle!" I yelled that last part. fudge took an involuntary step back.
"ok Nico" Dumbledore started, I cut him off
"no, you listen first. I don't want anything. don't need anything, and I quite like it here so leave me alone." they just stared in shock "what?!" I asked pissed
"you like it here?" Hermione questioned
"yes! it's so nice and gloomy!" they looked horrified.
"nice and gloomy?!" fudge yelled
"hey! keep it down! we don't like loud noises!" I hissed at him. he sobered up. "now, why were you here?" I asked this at Dumbledore
"I was wondering if you really were Voldemort's son" he replied. wow, he says the name. fudge winced of course.
"no. I am not Voldemort's son. but my father is much worse than Voldemort" I said evilly. fudge lost it
"you lied!? you were under oath!" he yelled. I reached my hand out and clasped his mouth
"shh!" I hissed. he struggled, and was very surprised that he couldn't get free. "yes, I lied. but, it was better than the alternative" I gave him a maniac grin.
"who is your father then?" Dumbledore asked kindly. I smiled wickedly
"I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you" fudge gasped, sort of. I still had a hold of his mouth. I let him go. he stepped back and rubbed his mouth.
"and why would you have to kill me?" Dumbledore asked, still kind. but his eyes gave a different message.
"because it is one of the most guarded secrets in the world." he nodded, as if this was completely normal. I turned to Hermione, who was pretty silent through this whole deal
"and why are you here?" I asked kindly.
"oh! I, um, I just saw you before, and, um, professor Dumbledore asked if anyone knew you and I said yes" she said this like it was a question
"oh, ok then. you like me" I said it as a statement, I mean. it was kind of obvious.
"what?! I, wh- I-uh -I ." she stuttered before fudge exploded. again. he was quieter this time though, and he kept out of my reach
"you like him?! you said you'd just met him?!" Hermione blushed, I chuckled and they turned to face me.
"you are so funny when you are mad" I told fudge, his face turned a purple color. "if you don't have anything else to say, I'm going to go back to talking with the dementors" that got Dumbledore's attention
"you can speak to dementors?" oops, should have kept my mouth shut.
"no" I lied "I make up a conversation with them. like I will say 'hello' and then I pretend that they are talking back" they just stared.
"what? what else is there to do? I twiddled my thumbs too long" Hermione laughed, I smiled.
"well, Dumbledore. you heard him. lets go" fudge started to shoo them away
"oh, minister! I have a question!" I called, he came back
"yes?"
"I was wondering how many visits I got a month, you know since I'm underage" he looked as if he didn't want to tell me.
"you get one a week" he said grudgingly
"wow, that's a lot" I whistled "hey Hermione! will you visit me every week?" I winked, her face went so red a tomato would have been jealous,
"sh-sure" she said, looking at the ground
"see you next week!" I called as they left. I wasn't going to be here next week. I was leaving in 2 days, mostly I liked it here so I was staying longer than normal. and also I haven't slept on a bed in so long.
I fell asleep quickly
2 days later
I woke up late, today was the day. I was kind of sad to leave Azkaban, I know, you think I'm crazy. but it just had so much gloom! I loved it! but the food definitely needed improvement. I walked to the bars of my room, and struck up a conversation with the poor soul across from me.
"hello, what's your name?" I asked, cheerfully
"why do you care?" it was definitely a woman
"because I'm leaving today, so I figured I might as well get to know you before I leave" she walked to the bars. she was definitely crazy, she had the same maniac glint in her eye that I did when planning.
"my name is Bellatrix lestrange." I smiled
"oh! I know you! you're the one who cursed those wizards like 15 years ago! got to say, I am a big fan" she looked shocked
"what?" I gave a small chuckle
"you are the Bellatrix lestrange are you not?" she nodded, uncertain
"yes I am"
"hi, I'm Nico Di Angelo, and I'm escaping today. want to come?" she was intruiged
"how?" I smiled a crazy smile.
"lets just say, I used to have suppression seals" she looked awed, and slightly afraid of me.
"and what happened to them?" she was definitely interested. I held out my left hand through the bars, and summoned a handful of black fire.
"I decided they were unnecessary." she smiled a smile similar to my own.
"then, I believe these bars are also unnecessary" I smiled
"I agree, but no need to alert them of out escape" I let the hellfire die, and using the shadows, I unlocked my door "see, no need for them to know we escaped"
"do mine!" she sounded too eager, like she was going to do something, I didn't trust her
"and why should I? I don't know you, for all I know you will kill me as soon as you get out" her face fell, aha! she did want to kill me. she pouted
"please? I promise not to kill you" I smiled, if I made her swear on the styx, then she couldn't kill me
"ok, repeat after me, I swear on the river styx not to kill you"
"ok, I swear on the river styx no to kill you" thunder boomed in the distance
"alright" I used the shadows to unlock her cell as well "well, we had better get going before the dementors realize we've escaped" I know they wouldn't care but I wasn't going to reveal that.
"lets go then" she started walking, the wrong way.
"um, you're going the wrong way" I stated, she turned
"no, I'm going to free my husband, and friends"
"oh, well you're on your own then. by the way, Voldemort has returned. do you know where I can find him?" she flinched at the name
"you want to find the dark lord?" she sounded incredulous
"yes. I wish to join his, what were they called? oh yes, 'death eaters' why anyone would want to eat Thantos is a a mystery to me, but that's aside from the point"
"well, Nico, you've come to the right place. I am one of his 'death eaters' and if you help me release the others, the dark lord will reward you greatly" I nodded
"ok, lead the way"
we finally released all the others, they for the most part just stared as I manipulated the shadows, some of them looked so far gone I wasn't sure if even Mr. D could repair their minds
"so, to quote a movie 'take me to your leader' please" I added the please, because I felt like it
"we have to get off this island first" one of the men replied. I laughed a little maniacally
"Bella dear, may I access your memories please? if I know where we are going I can transport all of there" they all went on guard, or as on guard as you can with no weapons against someone who is twenty times more powerful than you, with your weapons.
"are you a legilimen?" I nodded
"yeah, something like that, we need to leave soon. the dementors have contacted the minister" they all shook at the mention of dementors
"fine, you can look at my memories, take us here" I moved forward
"look into my eyes" she looked, I saw a mansion white with peacocks
"ah don't tell me that git Lucius Malfoy is a death eater" I grumbled
"unfortunately, he is. and his house is where we meet" I sighed
"fine, everyone hold hands, and when we arrive, please don't barf on me. this will be unpleasant" I concentrated, and shadow traveled us all the way to the manor, I went faster than normal it was a little risky but it took less energy. we plopped in the middle of a grand garden, and immediately fell over gasping. it was more taxing than I'd thought. must have been the wards.
"how did you do that?" one of the men asked, I smiled a little
"you wizards call it umbraportation. it's very risky magic. like apparition but works through wards, it also has a higher splinching rate." they all stared in shock for a moment, but then I heard footprints and stood. I pulled some ambrosia from my pocket and ate it. instantly strength flowed back through my body. a man called out
"who's there? I warn you, this is privet property!" I outright laughed, it sounded really crazy. perfect. he heard it and stopped for a moment, then continued
"why are you here?" he called. I gave another chuckle Bellatrix responded
"we are here to see the dark lord"
"Bella? you escaped?!" he stuttered, then came around the corner. we must have been a sight to behold. 10 wizards dressed in extremely ripped clothes, and one 15 year old in near new black robes, with a skull ring.
"hello, nice to see you again Malfoy" I stated when he came into view, his eyes zeroed in on me, and then widened "just so you know, I lied about my parentage, and if you wish to see the light of another day you will not mention that. at all. got it?" he nodded vigorously
"ah, Lucius the years have been kind I see" one of 'death eaters' told him
"yes, they have Dolohov" the wizard in question sneered
"that's what happens when you deny the dark lord. we will be welcomed with open arms!" from the look on Malfoy's face he hit a nerve.
"well, if you are done, I would really like to meet the 'dark lord' now" they all turned and looked at me like they just remembered I was there.
"certainly, you will tell us all how and why you are here" we walked inside.
first impression: nice. second impression: way too white.
he lead us through his mansion, it was a long walk, good thing I had that ambrosia. otherwise, I probably would have fainted by now. we finally got to a fancy door. we stopped and Malfoy knocked.
"enter" came cold voice from inside. we walked in. first thing I thought was 'woah, big table' there was this really long table, it reached from one end to the other, and could easily seat 40 people. then I realized that about 15 people were already seated. the one who told us to enter was at the head of the table. without thinking I blurted out
"you don't have a nose" curse you! you stupid ADHD brain! he turned to look at me, and noticing my companions his eyes widened in surprise. then he laughed. laughed at my stupid comment
"oh I like this one!" he chuckled, it was dry with no humor "how old are you boy?" I had an urge to ask if he had assumed my gender, but decided against it. I was lucky once.
"fifteen. am I correct in assuming that you are the dark lord?" I asked flippantly. the others seemed shocked that I used this name with little or no respect. he chuckled again
"yes. I am lord Voldemort" everyone else flinched
"cool. I'm Nico Di Angelo" he looked at my 'friends' and then back at me
"tell me everything"
"is it ok if I sit down? shadow traveling took a lot out of me" he nods. I sat about three chairs away from him. and recounted my tale. I left out everything before Bellatrix, and the fact that I could talk to dementors.
"so, why were in Azkaban?" I smirked
"I shadow traveled into fudge's office, used umbrakinesis to hold him captive, and summoned a dead kitten to stand on his desk" this was met with a lot of jaw dropping, and attempting to shut their mouths.
"you can use necromancy?" Voldemort asked. I nodded
"yeah. want to see?"
"yes" I smiled micheviously
"grab my hand" I held out my left hand. he stared at it for a moment then grabbed it. I shadow traveled us out side. he stumbled when we hit the ground. I smiled.
"was that you 'shadow travel?'" I smirked
"yes, now, watch closely" I twisted my skull ring, and my sword popped out. he gawked. I sliced my left palm a little. and turned my sword back into the ring. then I brought my hands together.
"what are you doing?" I hissed in annoyance. he was really dumb for a dark wizard.
"πνεύματα των νεκρών, προσέξτε τη φωνή μου. Ξυπνήστε και ελάτε σε μένα" (spirits of the dead heed my voice. awaken and come to me) rumbling spread throughout the garden. then a handful of skeletons burst through the ground at my feet.
"does that answer your question?" he just stared at the skeletons, then he smiled the evilest smile I have ever seen
"yes. I am thinking you would make a great death eater" I chuckled darkly
"I might. but I only serve myself. I learned the hard way not to pledge service to anyone"
"fair enough" I walked over to him
"do you happen to have any food? Azkaban doesn't have the best" he lead me back inside, and to the dining room. the rest of his followers had taken their seats.
"Lucius, get some food" Malfoy hurried out of the room. Voldemort sat down, I remained standing.
"do you want me to heal that?" one of the witches (not Bellatrix) asked pointing to my hand
"oh, no I'm good" I pulled my bottle of nectar out of my robes, and poured a little bit on my hand. it healed immediately. the death eaters gasped in shock. oops, they were all staring at me.
"what is that?" Bellatrix asked
"this is a, um, potion of sorts. it only works for me. if anyone else drinks it they will burn to ashes"
"I don't believe you" Dolohov said reaching for it
"if you die don't blame me" he retracted his hand. I sipped some. the energy I used summoning was replenished, but the fire stayed a little too long. I shouldn't have anymore today.
"so, are you going to join the death eaters?" a young boy about my age asked. he must have been Malfoy Jr. he looked just like his supposed dad.
"no Malfoy, I'm not. I don't serve anyone but myself. I will not however give you to the authorities. well, it would be rather hard to do since I just escaped Azkaban." one of them raised their wand. "I wouldn't do that if I were you" he didn't stop, he pointed it at me
"oblivi-" he didn't get to finish whatever he was saying, I punched him in the face with a wall of shadows.
"I did warn you" I stated blandly at the prone form on the ground. he just groaned. the rest of them gave me a frightened look. here was a fifteen year old using umbrakinesis to such an extent. I can image their thought process.
"we must erase his memory!" one of the wizards I rescued told voldemort
"hi, I'm right here!" I intoned. he shut up real fast "so going on what this guy said. who volunteers to erase my memory?" I chalanged. they all shifted in their seats, but no one volunteered. "so, I will be leaving now. if you ever need me, owls can find me. bye" I turned to the wall, and disappeared into the shadows.
the end!
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