Part two:
"Neville hold out your arm." Severus instructed.
"What for?" He asked slightly suspicious. One did no become an Auror without gaining a healthy suspicious nature. Sev smiled.
"The order has work to do once more and I would be remiss of me no to have the ministry's best Auror not a member." Neville blushed slightly at the comment, he still wasn't good at accepting praise. "All members of the order are marked by Fawkes, so they can be called when needed. It is a purely magical mark, doesn't leave any physical sign at all." Neville nodded, he knew how much of an honour it was to be invited to be a member. So he held out his arm for the mark with out a second though. The phoenix fluttered from its perch and landed on Severus's desk, it inclined its had slightly and a single tear fell onto Neville's skin. It felt marvellous a sense of well being and piece flowed through him. He signed contentedly. Sev Smirked at him, a glimpse of his old persona shone through.
"A definite difference from the dark mark let me assure you." Neville's eyes flashed for a moment. Hearing the change of tone n the headmaster's tone, then he realised that he had made an attempt at a joke, Neville smiled slightly.
A couple of minutes later there was a knock at the door. The door burst open and in rushed Sirius and Remus.
"We hear the call, what has happened." Remus asked Severus while black was busily glaring at his former nemesis.
"Remus," Sev greeted fairly warmly, "Black" he snarled out. "We have somewhat of a crisis on our hands. Voldemort is back." Sev sat back and let the news sink in while they waited for the rest of the order to arrive.
The office was soon filled to capacity. Si and Reme sat side by side holding hands offering each other support. A battle hardend Ginny Weasly who still managed to retain her sweetness, even though all she had seen and done sat cross-legged on the floor. She was Head Girl, a position she well disserved, after all that she had done for the war effort. The Weasly twins no longer concerned with pranks but had turned their skills to making traps to catch the Death Eaters. Sat side by side, watching all that was going on with cold eyes. They had been changed a lot by the war they were no longer the carefree mischievous makers they once were, they were cold warriors, they pledged everything that they were to the war, to the order. Parvati Patel looked around the room, she saw many familiar faces. These people were the heroes of the war, well the heroes that survived. And she was included among them. She had a rare gift, she was a true seer. She had used her gift to help them plan attacks, to prevent Death Eaters gaining victories. But the Powers that be must have a sadistic sense of humour. They let her save countless lives, yet not any of the people she really cared about. She couldn't save her sister, Dumbledore, Harry, and many more whose deaths hurt her greatly.
Snape sat back with his hands laced behind his head, he was looked relaxed, it was the first meeting of the Order since Voldemort's supposed demise and he was looking relaxed. Sirius had a hard time dealing with this. 'I bet that greasy bastard is in on the death eater plot' he thought to himself bitterly.
"As you are probably all aware we have somewhat of a situation. There was a killing this morning, by an unknown assailant. Cameron Lestrange was killed using the Avada Kedavra Curse. His wife, as you all know, was killed during the War. This in itself is not a problem, one less death eater never is but what was written on the wall is. The words 'For Dumbledore. Riddle do you know who you death will be for' were written. This raises a number of questions. Firstly how did Lightning know that Voldemort had returned? Only the Death Eaters and the Order know, and the Order only knows because of my mark. Secondly, this was clearly a revenge killing so it must be someone that was intimately involved with the school. But the only people strong enough to do this are either dead or in this room. And thirdly, it is entirely possibly that this individual is not entirely mentally stable. It is not normal, or sensible to antagonise Riddle in this way." Snape wound up there gauging the reactions of his most trusted allies.
Most looked blankly at him, they had all learned the art of covering their emotions just as he had. But Neville's reaction surprised him. He had jumped to his feet, a worried look on his face. Severus had expected very little reaction from the man as he had all the information already. Sev looked quizzically at him.
"Headmaster, we had a problem." The ministry have called me to another, what they are calling murder, scene. It is lightning." Snape nodded his head.
"Go" He instructed, the Neville was gone.
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For Ron. Riddle how do you want to die?
Neville stared at the new message. The Crabbe mansion was swarming with Aurors. Though why they needed so many for one murder scene, he didn't know. He was he head Auror at the scene so he should have been the one to say who should have been there and who should not but the minister of Magic had took a special interest in these cases he seemed very keen on getting them solved. Neville had never trusted the minister. Fudge was a bumbling idiot and Neville had never forgiven him for everything he had put Harry though. 'Yeh finally he gets up off of his ass and does something and it for the death eaters' he thought bitterly.
The killing was almost exactly the same as the first only the message was different. Lightning seemed to be actively trying to piss of Voldemort as mush as possible. Neville shook his head slightly he didn't want to be part of the clean up crew that had to deal with whatever Voldemort would do in retaliation. As per usual he didn't get his wish.
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It was a blood bath. Literally. You could not see the original colour of the carpet it was so drenched in blood. It made a terrible Squishing noise as Neville made his may across. If he had not seen so much in his time during the war, the scene surrounding him would have made him sick.
The muggle family were slaughtered. They were not even killed by magic from the looks of things they had been cut apart, slowly. But there was no doubt who had committed the crime, the dark mark hung ominously in the sky. Neville found himself desperate to find this lightning and tell him to stop pissing about with Voldemort and just get to killing him.
Neville laughed bitterly, there was a tragic lack of Aurors on the scene. 'Fudge cares more about those fucking Death eaters than he does about these poor innocent muggles. He needs to sort out his priorities.' He thought as he entered the sitting room. On the wall was a message from Voldemort, written in blood.
Lightning I hope you like you gift. I made it especially for you. Kill any more of my own and you will find much more.
Neville would have banged his head against a wall if they weren't all blood spattered. Was it not bad enough that they had an Dark lord on their hands, now they had to deal with a psycho who seemed determined to drive him to more despicable crimes. This was defiantly a bad day.
He had to return to Severus and give him the update. He aparated to just outside of the Hogwarts grounds and he made his way inside.
The headmaster issued an order. Find Lightning at all costs.
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Lightning cursed loudly at the news of what Riddle had just done. It was not his intention for innocents to be harmed but he needed Voldemort to get the message before he was killed. He could not fuck around with the people Lightning cared about and get away with it.
He collapsed on the bed in his little muggle flat. Nobody would ever find him there. A wizard living like a muggle not likely.
Lightning knew what he needed to do. He had to go to the head of the Order. He had been planning on putting it off till he had finished with Voldemort but his actions on his own were causing too much trauma. He had to go and see Snape but he was deadly afraid of what was going to happen.
He smiled cruelly there was one thing he had to do first.
He entered the ministry of Magic; there was no ward in the world that could keep lightning out. He waltzed into the office of his Quarry. Standing before the Minster of Magic himself.
"Who are you?" Fudge stammered.
"Don't you recognise me, you fucked me over enough time I thought you would remember. But who I am is not really important it who you are that is." Lightning lowered his voice. "I know you serve Riddle," he hissed. Fudge paled, this was not good to say the least. "And now you are going to pay just like your comrades have." Fudge then realised who this mystery figure was. It was the infamous Lightning, he had been around two days and he was already infamous. "Avada Kedavra" he whispered not even taking out his wand, he didn't need it.
For everyone you killed. I know all you secrets Riddle. Want me to share them?
Lightning left the scene just as the first officials arrived.
"Neville hold out your arm." Severus instructed.
"What for?" He asked slightly suspicious. One did no become an Auror without gaining a healthy suspicious nature. Sev smiled.
"The order has work to do once more and I would be remiss of me no to have the ministry's best Auror not a member." Neville blushed slightly at the comment, he still wasn't good at accepting praise. "All members of the order are marked by Fawkes, so they can be called when needed. It is a purely magical mark, doesn't leave any physical sign at all." Neville nodded, he knew how much of an honour it was to be invited to be a member. So he held out his arm for the mark with out a second though. The phoenix fluttered from its perch and landed on Severus's desk, it inclined its had slightly and a single tear fell onto Neville's skin. It felt marvellous a sense of well being and piece flowed through him. He signed contentedly. Sev Smirked at him, a glimpse of his old persona shone through.
"A definite difference from the dark mark let me assure you." Neville's eyes flashed for a moment. Hearing the change of tone n the headmaster's tone, then he realised that he had made an attempt at a joke, Neville smiled slightly.
A couple of minutes later there was a knock at the door. The door burst open and in rushed Sirius and Remus.
"We hear the call, what has happened." Remus asked Severus while black was busily glaring at his former nemesis.
"Remus," Sev greeted fairly warmly, "Black" he snarled out. "We have somewhat of a crisis on our hands. Voldemort is back." Sev sat back and let the news sink in while they waited for the rest of the order to arrive.
The office was soon filled to capacity. Si and Reme sat side by side holding hands offering each other support. A battle hardend Ginny Weasly who still managed to retain her sweetness, even though all she had seen and done sat cross-legged on the floor. She was Head Girl, a position she well disserved, after all that she had done for the war effort. The Weasly twins no longer concerned with pranks but had turned their skills to making traps to catch the Death Eaters. Sat side by side, watching all that was going on with cold eyes. They had been changed a lot by the war they were no longer the carefree mischievous makers they once were, they were cold warriors, they pledged everything that they were to the war, to the order. Parvati Patel looked around the room, she saw many familiar faces. These people were the heroes of the war, well the heroes that survived. And she was included among them. She had a rare gift, she was a true seer. She had used her gift to help them plan attacks, to prevent Death Eaters gaining victories. But the Powers that be must have a sadistic sense of humour. They let her save countless lives, yet not any of the people she really cared about. She couldn't save her sister, Dumbledore, Harry, and many more whose deaths hurt her greatly.
Snape sat back with his hands laced behind his head, he was looked relaxed, it was the first meeting of the Order since Voldemort's supposed demise and he was looking relaxed. Sirius had a hard time dealing with this. 'I bet that greasy bastard is in on the death eater plot' he thought to himself bitterly.
"As you are probably all aware we have somewhat of a situation. There was a killing this morning, by an unknown assailant. Cameron Lestrange was killed using the Avada Kedavra Curse. His wife, as you all know, was killed during the War. This in itself is not a problem, one less death eater never is but what was written on the wall is. The words 'For Dumbledore. Riddle do you know who you death will be for' were written. This raises a number of questions. Firstly how did Lightning know that Voldemort had returned? Only the Death Eaters and the Order know, and the Order only knows because of my mark. Secondly, this was clearly a revenge killing so it must be someone that was intimately involved with the school. But the only people strong enough to do this are either dead or in this room. And thirdly, it is entirely possibly that this individual is not entirely mentally stable. It is not normal, or sensible to antagonise Riddle in this way." Snape wound up there gauging the reactions of his most trusted allies.
Most looked blankly at him, they had all learned the art of covering their emotions just as he had. But Neville's reaction surprised him. He had jumped to his feet, a worried look on his face. Severus had expected very little reaction from the man as he had all the information already. Sev looked quizzically at him.
"Headmaster, we had a problem." The ministry have called me to another, what they are calling murder, scene. It is lightning." Snape nodded his head.
"Go" He instructed, the Neville was gone.
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For Ron. Riddle how do you want to die?
Neville stared at the new message. The Crabbe mansion was swarming with Aurors. Though why they needed so many for one murder scene, he didn't know. He was he head Auror at the scene so he should have been the one to say who should have been there and who should not but the minister of Magic had took a special interest in these cases he seemed very keen on getting them solved. Neville had never trusted the minister. Fudge was a bumbling idiot and Neville had never forgiven him for everything he had put Harry though. 'Yeh finally he gets up off of his ass and does something and it for the death eaters' he thought bitterly.
The killing was almost exactly the same as the first only the message was different. Lightning seemed to be actively trying to piss of Voldemort as mush as possible. Neville shook his head slightly he didn't want to be part of the clean up crew that had to deal with whatever Voldemort would do in retaliation. As per usual he didn't get his wish.
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It was a blood bath. Literally. You could not see the original colour of the carpet it was so drenched in blood. It made a terrible Squishing noise as Neville made his may across. If he had not seen so much in his time during the war, the scene surrounding him would have made him sick.
The muggle family were slaughtered. They were not even killed by magic from the looks of things they had been cut apart, slowly. But there was no doubt who had committed the crime, the dark mark hung ominously in the sky. Neville found himself desperate to find this lightning and tell him to stop pissing about with Voldemort and just get to killing him.
Neville laughed bitterly, there was a tragic lack of Aurors on the scene. 'Fudge cares more about those fucking Death eaters than he does about these poor innocent muggles. He needs to sort out his priorities.' He thought as he entered the sitting room. On the wall was a message from Voldemort, written in blood.
Lightning I hope you like you gift. I made it especially for you. Kill any more of my own and you will find much more.
Neville would have banged his head against a wall if they weren't all blood spattered. Was it not bad enough that they had an Dark lord on their hands, now they had to deal with a psycho who seemed determined to drive him to more despicable crimes. This was defiantly a bad day.
He had to return to Severus and give him the update. He aparated to just outside of the Hogwarts grounds and he made his way inside.
The headmaster issued an order. Find Lightning at all costs.
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Lightning cursed loudly at the news of what Riddle had just done. It was not his intention for innocents to be harmed but he needed Voldemort to get the message before he was killed. He could not fuck around with the people Lightning cared about and get away with it.
He collapsed on the bed in his little muggle flat. Nobody would ever find him there. A wizard living like a muggle not likely.
Lightning knew what he needed to do. He had to go to the head of the Order. He had been planning on putting it off till he had finished with Voldemort but his actions on his own were causing too much trauma. He had to go and see Snape but he was deadly afraid of what was going to happen.
He smiled cruelly there was one thing he had to do first.
He entered the ministry of Magic; there was no ward in the world that could keep lightning out. He waltzed into the office of his Quarry. Standing before the Minster of Magic himself.
"Who are you?" Fudge stammered.
"Don't you recognise me, you fucked me over enough time I thought you would remember. But who I am is not really important it who you are that is." Lightning lowered his voice. "I know you serve Riddle," he hissed. Fudge paled, this was not good to say the least. "And now you are going to pay just like your comrades have." Fudge then realised who this mystery figure was. It was the infamous Lightning, he had been around two days and he was already infamous. "Avada Kedavra" he whispered not even taking out his wand, he didn't need it.
For everyone you killed. I know all you secrets Riddle. Want me to share them?
Lightning left the scene just as the first officials arrived.