THE ORDER OF DRACONIS
Nb. This is a short chapter, but please don't give up on
the story yet. There is much, much more
yet to be explained.
Thank you.
They had lost them quite a while ago, but no matter. The Lord was infinitely more concerned with the pressing matters at hand. Some fool had evidently managed to contact an outside department of the Magical Law Reinforcement, informing them of the "disturbance" at the Ministry Headquarters.
"Probably that filthy little Robin Hood and his gang of merry men," he sneered inwardly.
But no matter. The Lord had the situation under his tight control, as was always the case. He had Avery pointing his wand at the neck of Cornelius Fudge, while he dictated what he had to say to the Law Enforcement group when they finally made their appearance.
Fudge was deathly pale, his piggy little eyes bulging, frantically running from side to side and searching for a way out. His hands fidgeted and twisted under the Lord's unrelenting and unmerciful gaze. Not wanting to look, but never daring to turn away, Fudge listened tremulously as the Lord calmly dictated.
"…you will tell them that everything is fine, that it was just a false alarm. You will say that it was probably only a Ministry worker calling up for a joke. A simple prank owl, nothing more. Do you understand, Fudge?"
Fudge nodded mutely.
"Excellent," he breathed. "Now you may wonder why I ask you to do all this for me. You may wonder why I choose to neglect the use of the Imperius Curse, Fudge. Do you wonder, at all?"
Fudge wiped his sweaty brow quickly and nodded his head. The Lord arose from his chair and started to circle the chair that Fudge was bound to. Nagini hissed quietly and shifted her position on the deep, blue carpet. He slowly leaned forward towards Fudge, a predatory smile crossing his thin, pale lips. Avery stirred uncomfortably in being so close to the Lord, himself. Wormtail sneered as he saw the awkward expression on Avery's face. The others started to rustle with excitement as the Lord leaned ever closer to Fudge, desperate to hear what he would say. He stopped within a hair's breadth of the Minister's ear and whispered, his voice soft and full of venom.
"I will succeed, Fudge. Do you understand me? I will not fail. As much as I doubt this, and as unlikely as it may seem, you may just have the power and ability to fight off my Imperius curse, thus alerting the rest of the wizarding world to your situation and would ultimately resort in us having to…" he paused for a moment, circling the chair like a vulture, letting the tension grow "…retreat. Now, you wouldn't want that, would you?"
Fudge blinked in horrified disbelief, rigid with fear in his chair. It seemed to satisfy the Lord, however and he swept away with a contented smile, his black robes flowing silently behind him. He turned to the window and gazed outside for a moment before whipping round and facing the others with a cold stare.
"They're coming. Get ready. Remember Fudge. One word out of line – and you WILL die".
The others took up their positions in various parts of the large room, hiding in the shadows. The Lord started towards Wormtail. He felt the Lord's gaze upon his beautiful new arm and remembered his debt to the Lord. He bowed his head in obeisance and gazed up at the Lord's pale, serpentine face from his deep cowl.
"I am ready to serve you, my Lord".
"Yes, yes. Thank you, Wormtail," he said passively. "But you must take the other team and GET RID of those outlaws," he hissed viciously.
"I live to serve you, my Lord. It is done," Wormtail answered.
"Good," he breathed. "Do not fail me, Wormtail."
"Yes, my Lord."
Wormtail swept soundlessly out of the room, collecting his wand and his dagger (in case of close combat situations, which would be more than likely with them involved,) and walked downstairs where Nott and his team of Death Eaters would be waiting with the hostages.
" I swear, my Lord I shall not fail you…"