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The cottage was fairly secluded. That was one of the main reasons for using it after all. Well that and the fact that no one would suspect Death Eaters meeting in such a well-kept, homey cottage. The actual large gatherings usually took place in the feeble woods behind the cabin. Those gatherings were rare. Most of the planning happened in the cottage and involved the efforts of only a few select individuals.
Voldemort smiled to himself. He had been relishing the simple pleasures that having a real body could bring. He was able to choose his wardrobe every morning and eat meals of real food and not magical snake milk or unicorn blood. He was able to fall asleep at night without fear that the frail link he had erected between himself and the world of te living would fade away and leave him lost in the void. He still had his fears though. He was powerful, of that there was no doubt, but his magic had been tainted by all of the potions he had used trying to maintain his station and life. Slowly those taints were invading him. He could feel them as they had crept into his mind when it had not been properly encased in flesh. He could hear, see, and feel things that his own senses did not register. With power there comes a great price and a weaker wizard would have folded beneath this onslaught, but not Tom. Voldemort was not only ambitious, but smart as well; a fact that most of his adversaries over looked. One did not take on the wizarding world and almost conquer it by chance alone. Many hours of careful scheming were done long before Tom felt ready to face the world with his new name. And many more were being had before Voldemort would feel ready to face the world again with his new body. Plans were being set into motion and others were bearing fruit. New alliances were being made and old ones were being tested. Soon he would descend upon them, into their minds, finding their hidden fears, and, stripping away their last defenses, he would infect them once again. The heir of Slytherin was not someone who was easily disposed of.
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Short chapter I know. I will write more if someone wants to write my final term paper for Romantic French Lit?? Didn't think so.
Loving hear from those reading my stories. Keep up the C&Cs. I do read them and will listen to all advice given. If you see spelling errors by all means e-mail me for a quick dictionary thwap over the head.
More HP fanfic goodness on the way!
The cottage was fairly secluded. That was one of the main reasons for using it after all. Well that and the fact that no one would suspect Death Eaters meeting in such a well-kept, homey cottage. The actual large gatherings usually took place in the feeble woods behind the cabin. Those gatherings were rare. Most of the planning happened in the cottage and involved the efforts of only a few select individuals.
Voldemort smiled to himself. He had been relishing the simple pleasures that having a real body could bring. He was able to choose his wardrobe every morning and eat meals of real food and not magical snake milk or unicorn blood. He was able to fall asleep at night without fear that the frail link he had erected between himself and the world of te living would fade away and leave him lost in the void. He still had his fears though. He was powerful, of that there was no doubt, but his magic had been tainted by all of the potions he had used trying to maintain his station and life. Slowly those taints were invading him. He could feel them as they had crept into his mind when it had not been properly encased in flesh. He could hear, see, and feel things that his own senses did not register. With power there comes a great price and a weaker wizard would have folded beneath this onslaught, but not Tom. Voldemort was not only ambitious, but smart as well; a fact that most of his adversaries over looked. One did not take on the wizarding world and almost conquer it by chance alone. Many hours of careful scheming were done long before Tom felt ready to face the world with his new name. And many more were being had before Voldemort would feel ready to face the world again with his new body. Plans were being set into motion and others were bearing fruit. New alliances were being made and old ones were being tested. Soon he would descend upon them, into their minds, finding their hidden fears, and, stripping away their last defenses, he would infect them once again. The heir of Slytherin was not someone who was easily disposed of.
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Short chapter I know. I will write more if someone wants to write my final term paper for Romantic French Lit?? Didn't think so.
Loving hear from those reading my stories. Keep up the C&Cs. I do read them and will listen to all advice given. If you see spelling errors by all means e-mail me for a quick dictionary thwap over the head.
More HP fanfic goodness on the way!