Part Five:
The room was deadly silent. No one uttered a sound as the absorbed this new piece of information. Sev smirked again; he did so love to stun people into silence.
"This." He said gesturing to his arm. "Is a present from Lightning. A gesture of good faith if you will." Si opened his mouth as if to say something. "And Black before you say anything this does not prove he is a dark wizard, as not even Voldemort can remove the dark mark. I do not know how he has done this but I am eternally grateful. As you well all perfectly aware the mark was wearing me down, it was like a wound in my soul. Lightning has done more for me than I can ever repay." The headmaster glanced around at the rest of the order. Some of who were nodding slightly, even though Sev had never actually said anything about he mark they all knew who hard it was for him to bear.
Sev slowly unrolled the sleeve of his robe coving the arm that had shocked he entire room to silence.
"We have work to do. There is still a war going on." He gave a pointed look at Si. "Neville, will you go back to the ministry and see how things are going there, I believe if you go and talk to Arthur weasly he will be able to fill you in." Sev had a twinkle in his eye, eerily reminiscent of Dumbledore. Neville nodded and stalked out of the room.
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"Malfoy." Harry hissed at the man who stood before him. Lucius Malfoy glared at the intruder.
"Who are you and what are you going in my house." The blond snarled at Harry. Harry quirked an eyebrow at him, and smirked. 'He really is a dumb fuck.' Harry thought to himself 'after all the Death Eater attacks by 'Lightning' and he still doesn't twig.'
"I am your death." Harry told him coldly. "I am Lightning, I am Harry Potter. Take your pick." Lucius Snorted.
"That's impossible Potter is dead."
"I am afraid that is not strictly true you see. There was one Malfoy worthy of the title Wizard. This Malfoy died for me. He took the killing Curse for his nemesis. His death saved me; it prevented the killing curse from working on me. But you know what they say an enemy's enemy is a friend. We were both against Riddle. I was leading an assault and he was taking you all down from the inside. Your son saved my life. Your Son died at the hand of your master. Your son was a better person than you could ever be. It should have been you that died that night. Draco did not disserve his fate. You drove him to it. If it were not for you he would have been safer, he would have at least had the protection of the rest of the school. But no you forced him into the life of a Death Eater you forced him into his death. It is all you fault." Harry spat at Malfoy.
Lucius had pulled out his wand and had it aimed at Harry.
"Avada Kedavra," The blond yelled. Nothing happened. Harry smirked at the distraught look on the other mans face.
"Do you really think I would let you pull a working wand on me?" He mocked. "What you are holding at the moment is a stick, which is all I wand is with out its magical core." Harry opened his hand and on it sat a Phoenix feather. "Missing something?" Harry laughed coldly. He muttered the forbidden curse and Lucius fell down at his feet.
For Draco. Riddle have you figured out my secrets yet? I'll give you a clue. Hiss.
"Time to face the order." He whispered, as he disaperated.
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Arthur sat at his new desk, trying to adjust to what had just happened. They had appointed him the Minister of Magic. To say it was a shock was an understatement. 'I really need to contact Severus' he thought 'he will be wondering why I missed the last order meeting.' He was about to call Severus with his fire when there was a tentative nock at the door.
"Come in." Arthur called. A stunned looking Neville Longbottom entered the room.
"Minister Weasly. The headmaster asked me if I could report on the status of things at the ministry." Arthur smiled.
"Neville there is no need to be so formal please call me Arthur. We are comrades, you deserve that privilege." Neville nodded his head.
"Thank you Arthur." Arthur Weasly gave a small smile.
"As for things at the Ministry as you can well imagine it is in a bit of an uproar. Especially with rumours of Voldemort's return." He cocked his head to one side, as if thinking. "Well not rumours exactly. I am going to have to issue a statement informing the public of recent events. We can not have a repeat of what happened under Fudges rule." A look of sadness filled his eyes. "It left them all terribly unprepared." Neville nodded. He agreed with what the minister had said. People needed to know about the threat that Voldemort once again posed. "There has also been another Killing."
"Lightning?" Arthur nodded.
"The body of Lucius Malfoy was recently found. 'For Draco. Riddle have you figured out my secrets yet? I'll give you a clue. Hiss.' Was burned into the wall. He is giving Voldemort a clue to who he is, a clue that we could use to our advantage if we are able to decipher it."
"Thank you Arthur. I will report this to the headmaster right away. Unless of course there is anything you need me to do."
"No Neville. You go and tell Severus the news."
Neville walked out of the Ministry of Magic headquarters, his mind still on the latest message. He felt as though he should know who it was. A green eyes dark haired young man kept creeping into his thoughts, 'it could be Harry' a hopeful voice in his head whispered. But he quickly squashed it, as much a he longed for 'the man who killed Voldemort' to be alive he knew that it just wasn't the case.
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Voldemort's eyes blazed with fury. He had read Lightning's latest message. Only Voldemort could understand the whole message. It is a little known fact that Parseltongue could actually be written and what Lightning had written was effectively, that Voldemort was a fucking moron. This, to say the least, did not sit well with him. In fact it left him severely pissed off. Wormtail had borne the brunt of his master's anger, since his other 'pet' had just been killed.
He sat musing over the message, his eyes had instantly been drawn to the insult but as he thought over it he realised that Lightning was in essence telling him who he was. The only other Parseltongue in this century. Voldemort laughed bitterly.
"So Potter isn't as dead as we were lead to believe." He whispered.
"Master?" Wormtail Queried. Voldemort's head snapped round towards the pathetic creature huddled in the corner.
"Crucio." He screamed, and laughed as he watched Wormtail writhe on the floor.
The room was deadly silent. No one uttered a sound as the absorbed this new piece of information. Sev smirked again; he did so love to stun people into silence.
"This." He said gesturing to his arm. "Is a present from Lightning. A gesture of good faith if you will." Si opened his mouth as if to say something. "And Black before you say anything this does not prove he is a dark wizard, as not even Voldemort can remove the dark mark. I do not know how he has done this but I am eternally grateful. As you well all perfectly aware the mark was wearing me down, it was like a wound in my soul. Lightning has done more for me than I can ever repay." The headmaster glanced around at the rest of the order. Some of who were nodding slightly, even though Sev had never actually said anything about he mark they all knew who hard it was for him to bear.
Sev slowly unrolled the sleeve of his robe coving the arm that had shocked he entire room to silence.
"We have work to do. There is still a war going on." He gave a pointed look at Si. "Neville, will you go back to the ministry and see how things are going there, I believe if you go and talk to Arthur weasly he will be able to fill you in." Sev had a twinkle in his eye, eerily reminiscent of Dumbledore. Neville nodded and stalked out of the room.
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"Malfoy." Harry hissed at the man who stood before him. Lucius Malfoy glared at the intruder.
"Who are you and what are you going in my house." The blond snarled at Harry. Harry quirked an eyebrow at him, and smirked. 'He really is a dumb fuck.' Harry thought to himself 'after all the Death Eater attacks by 'Lightning' and he still doesn't twig.'
"I am your death." Harry told him coldly. "I am Lightning, I am Harry Potter. Take your pick." Lucius Snorted.
"That's impossible Potter is dead."
"I am afraid that is not strictly true you see. There was one Malfoy worthy of the title Wizard. This Malfoy died for me. He took the killing Curse for his nemesis. His death saved me; it prevented the killing curse from working on me. But you know what they say an enemy's enemy is a friend. We were both against Riddle. I was leading an assault and he was taking you all down from the inside. Your son saved my life. Your Son died at the hand of your master. Your son was a better person than you could ever be. It should have been you that died that night. Draco did not disserve his fate. You drove him to it. If it were not for you he would have been safer, he would have at least had the protection of the rest of the school. But no you forced him into the life of a Death Eater you forced him into his death. It is all you fault." Harry spat at Malfoy.
Lucius had pulled out his wand and had it aimed at Harry.
"Avada Kedavra," The blond yelled. Nothing happened. Harry smirked at the distraught look on the other mans face.
"Do you really think I would let you pull a working wand on me?" He mocked. "What you are holding at the moment is a stick, which is all I wand is with out its magical core." Harry opened his hand and on it sat a Phoenix feather. "Missing something?" Harry laughed coldly. He muttered the forbidden curse and Lucius fell down at his feet.
For Draco. Riddle have you figured out my secrets yet? I'll give you a clue. Hiss.
"Time to face the order." He whispered, as he disaperated.
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Arthur sat at his new desk, trying to adjust to what had just happened. They had appointed him the Minister of Magic. To say it was a shock was an understatement. 'I really need to contact Severus' he thought 'he will be wondering why I missed the last order meeting.' He was about to call Severus with his fire when there was a tentative nock at the door.
"Come in." Arthur called. A stunned looking Neville Longbottom entered the room.
"Minister Weasly. The headmaster asked me if I could report on the status of things at the ministry." Arthur smiled.
"Neville there is no need to be so formal please call me Arthur. We are comrades, you deserve that privilege." Neville nodded his head.
"Thank you Arthur." Arthur Weasly gave a small smile.
"As for things at the Ministry as you can well imagine it is in a bit of an uproar. Especially with rumours of Voldemort's return." He cocked his head to one side, as if thinking. "Well not rumours exactly. I am going to have to issue a statement informing the public of recent events. We can not have a repeat of what happened under Fudges rule." A look of sadness filled his eyes. "It left them all terribly unprepared." Neville nodded. He agreed with what the minister had said. People needed to know about the threat that Voldemort once again posed. "There has also been another Killing."
"Lightning?" Arthur nodded.
"The body of Lucius Malfoy was recently found. 'For Draco. Riddle have you figured out my secrets yet? I'll give you a clue. Hiss.' Was burned into the wall. He is giving Voldemort a clue to who he is, a clue that we could use to our advantage if we are able to decipher it."
"Thank you Arthur. I will report this to the headmaster right away. Unless of course there is anything you need me to do."
"No Neville. You go and tell Severus the news."
Neville walked out of the Ministry of Magic headquarters, his mind still on the latest message. He felt as though he should know who it was. A green eyes dark haired young man kept creeping into his thoughts, 'it could be Harry' a hopeful voice in his head whispered. But he quickly squashed it, as much a he longed for 'the man who killed Voldemort' to be alive he knew that it just wasn't the case.
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Voldemort's eyes blazed with fury. He had read Lightning's latest message. Only Voldemort could understand the whole message. It is a little known fact that Parseltongue could actually be written and what Lightning had written was effectively, that Voldemort was a fucking moron. This, to say the least, did not sit well with him. In fact it left him severely pissed off. Wormtail had borne the brunt of his master's anger, since his other 'pet' had just been killed.
He sat musing over the message, his eyes had instantly been drawn to the insult but as he thought over it he realised that Lightning was in essence telling him who he was. The only other Parseltongue in this century. Voldemort laughed bitterly.
"So Potter isn't as dead as we were lead to believe." He whispered.
"Master?" Wormtail Queried. Voldemort's head snapped round towards the pathetic creature huddled in the corner.
"Crucio." He screamed, and laughed as he watched Wormtail writhe on the floor.