Part 20 : Dinning with Voldemort
"Tell me, Willow. I am much curious about how a muggle-born witch could possess that much power," Lucius asked.
Willow grinned. "Wouldn't you like to know?" She laughed abit at the man's expression. "Actually, I think it has to do with me being born on the Hellmouth." She looked ahead of her. [I'm not about to tell you all my secrets, Lucius.]
After disapparating from the forbidden forest three days ago, Lucius Malfoy had brought her to his manor, offering her a room for as long as she needed one. She had also gained access to his library, which pleased her to no end. She had read books over books about the Dark Arts. She wanted to swin in the power dark magic offered her. It surrounded her body and soul like a protective cloak.
Voldemort's plan had been revealed to her. He wanted to attack the school with her help. They'd walk in Hogwarts ground from the dark forest and would break in at dinner, when everyone was reunited in the Great Hall. Her job was to stun Dumbledore. She had no problem at all with that plan.
At one moment, when Voldemort explained the plan, she had to struggle with her emotions. He wanted revenge on the traitor, Severus Snape. Willow went tense and it took all her self-control not to burst. She'd have to work on that before attacking Hogwarts. It wouldn't be good losing her cool when Voldemort played with the potions master.
Willow's thoughts interrupted abruptly when she felt the Darl Lord's presence in Malfoy Manor. Some of the more influential Death Eaters were invited to dinner and the guest of honnor had just arrived.
Putting on her most cold and calculating look, the dark haired witch walked to the dinner room and took her place in front of Lucius, directly at the left of Voldemort. Her display of power had sure paid off. Even some of the Death Eaters were astonished to see her seated at the same level of Voldemort's right hand man. For such a small slip of girl, she sure had impress the Dark Lord.
Lucius smiled to himself. [She will be perfect for my son. An alliance between the most powerful dark sorceress and the heir of Malfoy's family. A match made in Hell. They will be unstoppable!] He stood up when he saw Voldemort step in the room. "My Lord," he said, bowing slightly, gesturing to the chair at the head of the table.
The powerful wizard sat down and looked at his left side. "Ah, sweet Willow. I can feel the energy swirling around you. Lucius's library helped you, I see. You are right to seek knowledge, some trait absent in many of my followers." He sighed. "Wormtail!"
Willow frowned in disgust when a fat bbald man squealed in fright and almost ran to his master at his call. "Y-yes, my Lord?"
The only female seated at the table sneered at the poor excuse of a wizard and all heads turned toward her. "Poor little puppy, all frightened, even of his own master. Better watch yourself, little rat, or mommy might blow out the lights," she said in a sing-song voice. She smirked evilly when the bald man wimpered.
Voldemort laughed. "I didn't expect less of you, sweet Willow. I can see the promess of a powerful dark witch in you."
The rest of the dinner was uneventful. Voldemort listenned as his followers discussed among themselves. Willow kept a watchful eye around her while drifting in her own thoughts. [Fools, the lost of them! They are nothing but cattle! The aurors are going to kill them one by one. They all think the Darl Lord will spare them if they are good little puppets. They don't see through him like I do. He only cares for himself and those that could be his equals if given the chance : Malfoy and me. All of them could rot for all he cares.]
She turned to Voldemort when she heard him call her name. "Yes, my Lord?"
"How come the fool Dumbledore let you enter Hogwarts when you reek of dark magic?"
Having her lies and partial truths ready, she explained. "Dumbledore believes in second chance. He thought he could help me, guide me to the *good* side. One day, I just decided I had enough of playing the goodie- goodie two shoes." She took a sip from her glass and observed Lucius as Voldemort, apparently satisfied by her answer, engaged in a discussion with McNair.
The master of the Manor had his cold grey eyes fixed on her. She lifted an eyebrow and he smirked before turning his attention to the rest of the Death Eaters. Willow was no fool. She knew Lucius felt something wrong. She hadn't really lied to Voldemort. She was tired to play the good innocent witch. Her treachery went far beyond some lies and forgotten truth.
She wasn't about to play second or third one in command for the rest of her life. Voldemort would have to die. Then would she be to step in his place, breaking Draco's resolve so he could rule by her side. Lucius would be suspicious and wouldn't trust her until he knew what she really wanted. He might be loyal to his Lord, but he wouldn't pass up the chance to gain advantages with what she had to offer.
Willow knew senior Malfoy felt something off about her. He could feel her power as much as Voldemort could. Black magic was strong around her, like a perfume. But they just didn't know how strong she really was. For her plan to work, she had to gain Voldemort's trust first, meaning she shouldn't be a threat. She had to be weaker than him, but stronger than anyone else. Then, she'd just let him drown in her darkness when she's finally unleash it. Lucius would back her up and the power would be hers. She'd rule the magical world with an iron fist.
Satisfied with her plan, Willow smiled to herself. Being bad felt good.
"Tell me, Willow. I am much curious about how a muggle-born witch could possess that much power," Lucius asked.
Willow grinned. "Wouldn't you like to know?" She laughed abit at the man's expression. "Actually, I think it has to do with me being born on the Hellmouth." She looked ahead of her. [I'm not about to tell you all my secrets, Lucius.]
After disapparating from the forbidden forest three days ago, Lucius Malfoy had brought her to his manor, offering her a room for as long as she needed one. She had also gained access to his library, which pleased her to no end. She had read books over books about the Dark Arts. She wanted to swin in the power dark magic offered her. It surrounded her body and soul like a protective cloak.
Voldemort's plan had been revealed to her. He wanted to attack the school with her help. They'd walk in Hogwarts ground from the dark forest and would break in at dinner, when everyone was reunited in the Great Hall. Her job was to stun Dumbledore. She had no problem at all with that plan.
At one moment, when Voldemort explained the plan, she had to struggle with her emotions. He wanted revenge on the traitor, Severus Snape. Willow went tense and it took all her self-control not to burst. She'd have to work on that before attacking Hogwarts. It wouldn't be good losing her cool when Voldemort played with the potions master.
Willow's thoughts interrupted abruptly when she felt the Darl Lord's presence in Malfoy Manor. Some of the more influential Death Eaters were invited to dinner and the guest of honnor had just arrived.
Putting on her most cold and calculating look, the dark haired witch walked to the dinner room and took her place in front of Lucius, directly at the left of Voldemort. Her display of power had sure paid off. Even some of the Death Eaters were astonished to see her seated at the same level of Voldemort's right hand man. For such a small slip of girl, she sure had impress the Dark Lord.
Lucius smiled to himself. [She will be perfect for my son. An alliance between the most powerful dark sorceress and the heir of Malfoy's family. A match made in Hell. They will be unstoppable!] He stood up when he saw Voldemort step in the room. "My Lord," he said, bowing slightly, gesturing to the chair at the head of the table.
The powerful wizard sat down and looked at his left side. "Ah, sweet Willow. I can feel the energy swirling around you. Lucius's library helped you, I see. You are right to seek knowledge, some trait absent in many of my followers." He sighed. "Wormtail!"
Willow frowned in disgust when a fat bbald man squealed in fright and almost ran to his master at his call. "Y-yes, my Lord?"
The only female seated at the table sneered at the poor excuse of a wizard and all heads turned toward her. "Poor little puppy, all frightened, even of his own master. Better watch yourself, little rat, or mommy might blow out the lights," she said in a sing-song voice. She smirked evilly when the bald man wimpered.
Voldemort laughed. "I didn't expect less of you, sweet Willow. I can see the promess of a powerful dark witch in you."
The rest of the dinner was uneventful. Voldemort listenned as his followers discussed among themselves. Willow kept a watchful eye around her while drifting in her own thoughts. [Fools, the lost of them! They are nothing but cattle! The aurors are going to kill them one by one. They all think the Darl Lord will spare them if they are good little puppets. They don't see through him like I do. He only cares for himself and those that could be his equals if given the chance : Malfoy and me. All of them could rot for all he cares.]
She turned to Voldemort when she heard him call her name. "Yes, my Lord?"
"How come the fool Dumbledore let you enter Hogwarts when you reek of dark magic?"
Having her lies and partial truths ready, she explained. "Dumbledore believes in second chance. He thought he could help me, guide me to the *good* side. One day, I just decided I had enough of playing the goodie- goodie two shoes." She took a sip from her glass and observed Lucius as Voldemort, apparently satisfied by her answer, engaged in a discussion with McNair.
The master of the Manor had his cold grey eyes fixed on her. She lifted an eyebrow and he smirked before turning his attention to the rest of the Death Eaters. Willow was no fool. She knew Lucius felt something wrong. She hadn't really lied to Voldemort. She was tired to play the good innocent witch. Her treachery went far beyond some lies and forgotten truth.
She wasn't about to play second or third one in command for the rest of her life. Voldemort would have to die. Then would she be to step in his place, breaking Draco's resolve so he could rule by her side. Lucius would be suspicious and wouldn't trust her until he knew what she really wanted. He might be loyal to his Lord, but he wouldn't pass up the chance to gain advantages with what she had to offer.
Willow knew senior Malfoy felt something off about her. He could feel her power as much as Voldemort could. Black magic was strong around her, like a perfume. But they just didn't know how strong she really was. For her plan to work, she had to gain Voldemort's trust first, meaning she shouldn't be a threat. She had to be weaker than him, but stronger than anyone else. Then, she'd just let him drown in her darkness when she's finally unleash it. Lucius would back her up and the power would be hers. She'd rule the magical world with an iron fist.
Satisfied with her plan, Willow smiled to herself. Being bad felt good.
