Disclaimer: Nothing here belongs to me. Exept the plot, of course. But apart from that it's all J.K.Rowling's. Sad, but true. 'Cause I'd really like to own 'em :)
A/N: Well, what can I say? I really like the HP books and most of the HP fanfics. I was actually half asleep (or should I say daydreaming?) again and then ot occured to me. In GoF JK says, that Snape was a spy against LV. She also tells about the Death Eaters and that nobody actually knew, who they were. Not even all the other DEs. So what if dear Voldie had spys himself? Apart of Peter? A spy nobody would have suspected? Somebody who seemed to be a great supporter of Dumbledore all the time? Somebody who never was accused? Somebody that secret that Voldie always met him all by himself with nobody else around? Who even didn't have a dark mark so nobody could find out about him? And who has lived as an allover respected wizard just awaiting the new rise of his Lord? Somebody like… Well, if you want to find out - you'll have to read this fic!
What else? Well, I'd really like to dedicate this fic (as if you would really care!) to my beta-reader Luinthoron. Special thanks to him. *waves*
--Altair
The Spy in the Inner Circle
Prologue
"Wormtail just told me where I could find the Potters," Lord Voldmort told. He was sitting in an enormous chair of bloodred colour. He seemed to be talking to himself, because there seemed to be no-one else in the room. "You said, Sirius Black was going to be their secret keeper!" His voice sounded threatening.
"My Lord," came the answer from the shadows. "I really don't know, what happened. I was there myself as James Potter told Dumbledore he was going to use Black. It can't be that Potter distrusts Black. They're like brothers for all I know. But… It's well-known, that they suspect a traitor in the Inner Circle. Maybe they're suspecting Lupin? That would explain a lot."
"You think so?" The voice of Lord Voldmort was cool as ice, but from the sound of it he had calmed down. And why shouldn't he? This was his most faithful servant he was talking to. A man, who had supplied him with more information about the Resistance than any other of his servants. The man who had revealed to him all the pathetic little spys of Dumbledore. His spy in the Inner Circle.
"I'm not sure, my Lord," the man in the shadows answered. "But it's the only way I could think of."
"You're sure, they're not suspecting you?" the icy voice asked. He was answered by a cold laugh from the shadows. "These idiots would suspect James Potter himself before any of them would think I'm a spy of you, my Lord!" The man in the chair nodded. To turn this man into a dark wizard had indeed been his best move so far. And now he was going to make his next. He rose from his seat, but he didn't turn himself to face his servant. "It's getting late," he said. "I will go and take care of the Potters now. I will see you tomorrow again. I want a full report of how the death of the Potters has affected the Resistance. You can go now."
The man in the shadow bowed his head. "Very well, my lord," he said, before he Disapparated. There never was a 'tomorrow'.
Chapter One: The Dark Lord's New Rise
Almost fourteen years had passed since the day of Lord Voldmort's downfall. Most of his supporters had been captured and prisoned in Azkaban. Those who had been able to clean their names were busy to hold their reputations high. There seemed to be nobody who actually wanted the Dark Lord to come back. Even the Death Eaters. Of course, they were sadistic and enjoyed torturing Muggles and Muggle-born's but even they had gone onwards with their lives.
Of course, there were also Death Eaters, who wanted Lord Voldmort back. There were the ones in Azkaban, the ones who believed in him and waited for him to rise again to rescue them from this Hell. There was Peter Pettigrew, the Animagus, who had been hiding by the Weasley family and who had been exposured by Sirius Black and Remus Lupin a year ago and who went searching for the Dark Lord then, because he had nowhere else to go. And there was him. The Spy. The one who had to sit at home and to do nothing to find his Lord in order not to jeopardize his cover. He hated it. Not to be searching for his Master just for the safety of his cover. When he had heard about the fatal accident at the Potter's he couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it. And everybody else thought he was mourning over the death of Lily and James. These Fools!
It was a beautiful day in june. The event of the Year, the third and last task of the Triwizard Tournament was about to end. Both of the Hogwarts Champions had reached the middle of the maze. They sprinted forward. But then a giant spider appeared in their way. It was about to attack Cedric as Harry hit it with a spell. The spider seemed to change its mind and charged Harry instead. It came to a fight. Both of the Champions worked together and somehow they managed to defeat the monster. But Harry's leg got broken. He and Cedric broke into a heavy argument. Either of them insisted that the other deserved to get the cup. At least they agreed at taking the cup together. They reached for the prize and disappeared from the sight of the audience.
The boys found themselves on a overgrown graveyard. And as if wouldn't be bad enough, they found themselves facing Lord Voldemort and Wormtail. Harry fell to the ground in pain, as his scar was acheing like his head would explode. He only heard but didn't see it, as Wormtail killed Cedric. The pain in his head was too much to handle. And before he could even defend himself, he found himself dragged to another gravestone and slammed right against it. It was the gravestone of Tom Riddle. Harry remembered that Lord Voldmort was named after his Muggle-father. The Dark Lord's proper name was Tom Marvolo Riddle. So it was the grave of the man who had given life to the most fearsome dark wizard of the century. The grave of Lord Voldmort's father…
He was being tied up to the gravestone. Tied up by the man, responsible for his parents' death. "YOU!" he cried, but the man didn't response. He just continued tieing him up. And there was Cedric's body lying only a few feet away. And the Triwizard Cup beyond him. And Cedric was dead. Dead! Dead like Harry's parents.
For an instant Wormtail went away, only to come back with the greatest stone cauldron Harry had ever seen. Peter placed the cauldron at the foot of the grave, starting to make a potion or something alike. Harry didn't know, what. And then Peter helped the pityful shade of what once had been the most powerful dark wizard from a bundle of cloth. He was really ugly, to tell the least. But this was going to change. The servant placed his Master into the potion in the cauldron and Harry found himself wishing it would drown. Wormtail summoned the first material component needed to complete the potion - bone of the Dark Lord's father, crumbled to dust by age, but still useful for reviving his son. Then came the second component. Harry winced by the look of Wormtail picking up a dagger from his cloak and starting to cut his hand off. He closed his eyes but he still could hear the cry of pain… But even this was nothing in compare to what was coming. The last component needed was the blood of the enemy. And Lord Voldmort had insisted that it should be the blood of Harry Potter. So Wormtail cut his right arm open and collected some blood into a glass vial. Then he added it to the potion. And despite all Harrys hope, the Dark Lord rose again, gaining back his body and power.
And then he summoned the Death Eaters. He took Wormtails other hand, the one which had remaind whole, and he touched the dark mark on his servant's skin. Peter let out a scream of pain, as if he was burning inside. Lord Voldmort let his hand go, just to turn himself to face Harry. Harry could see his catlike eyes. Yes, catlike, despite of their red colouring. He seemed to be talking, but Harry couldn't follow his words. And then the Death Eaters began to arrive. The Dark Lord seemed to be angry with them. He even tortured one of them with the Cruciatus Curse simply because he had asked for the Dark Lord's forgivness for letting him down, for not going looking for him when he disappeared… But he also rewarded Wormtail for finding him and giving him back his body. He conjured a silvery hand for his bleeding servant, for the traitor, who had the death of Harry's parents on his conscience. He also spoke to the summoned Death Eaters. To most of them personally. Harry payd more attention now, trying to remember all the names of the assembled supporters of Lord Voldmort.
But as the Dark Lord was going to kill Harry he made a mistake. He wanted to kill the Boy Who Lived in a wizardring duel, but Harry managed to escape, taking Cedric's dead body with him back to the castle where Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry laid.
'Well,' Lord Voldmort thought, seeing the boy touching the portkey and disappear. 'Isn't that intresting.' Then he turned himself back to the Death Eaters around him. "He escaped this time," he said icily, "but there's gonna be a next time. And this next time he certainly won't survive. But let him. Maybe it's good that he got away this time. I would have needed a messenger anyway. And he will be a perfect one." He looked at the horrified faces of his followers. "Afraid of what he might be telling to Dumbledore or the Ministry?" he continued with a sneer. "Afraid, that he might destroy your oh-so-perfect reputations by revealing your names?" He seemed to be enjoying the horror in the eyes behind the masks. His voice rose higher and higher. "Afraid, that after all these years you still could end up spending your time in Azkaban? Afraid, are you? ARE YOU?" He almost spelled the last two words letter by letter. But none of the Death Eaters still could find the courage to answer his question. "I'll answer myself," the Dark Lord told after a moment of silence. "You are. You are a bunch of cowards and I really can't think of any reason why I have been punished with servants as you! But I forgive you. I forgive you your cowardry. And I promise you, that the day will come when you will be proud to announce to the world that you are Death Eaters, that you are faithful servants of Lord Voldmort, and that you were the first ones to greet him, when he was reborn!"
With these words Lord Voldmort turned and walked away, towards the fine old house on the hillside, the house of his Muggle-grandparents, the house, in which he had killed his father, the foolish Muggle who loathed magic and left his mother just because she was a witch. 'He was a fool!' Lord Voldmort thought to himself. An evil grin spreaded himself over his face as he remembered the look of horror on his dying fathers face. It was then, when he had decided to use this house as his base of operations. It was the house in which he had killed for the first time in his life and it seemed to grant him strength and power.
He entered a room and sat down in a bloodred chair, facing the fireplace, waiting. The messenger was sent out. All he had to do now, was to wait. He knew, his servant from the Inner Circle would be there soon.
A/N: I know, this chapter has been more or less (well, more to be honest) a retelling of the events of chapters 31-33 of GoF in my own words, but it really had to be. I needed Voldie's rerising in this fic and, well, you certainly wouldn't like me to rewrite the whole thing just so I wouldn't need to use the storyline of J.K. No. But I really really really needed this part, 'cause this fic's supposed to be about what happened after LV came back. So please, don't flame just because of that.
Before I forget this. English is not my native language (it's Estonian, if you care) and I had it only 1,5 years at school, so please forgive me, if I've made some really bad mistakes in grammar. Or in the choice of words. Although my beta-reader, Luinthoron (*waves* "Hi, Luinthoron!" Read his fics as well, they're really good. Especially the one called 'Draco Liber' He's currently working on chapter three of that thing. Oops! I ment to say, fic. *looks around* I think he didn't hear that… *wipes her head*), is better in English than me, he never learned it in school (and he is an estonian too, so English isn't his native language either), so there may be some mistakes in the language left even after he has read (and made some corrections in) it. Well, that would be all, for now. Did you like it? Did you? Well, I suppose not. But in case you did, please rewiew. 'Cause if you guys liked it, I will write more. And I will reveal to you the person of the spy. I promise.
A/N: Well, what can I say? I really like the HP books and most of the HP fanfics. I was actually half asleep (or should I say daydreaming?) again and then ot occured to me. In GoF JK says, that Snape was a spy against LV. She also tells about the Death Eaters and that nobody actually knew, who they were. Not even all the other DEs. So what if dear Voldie had spys himself? Apart of Peter? A spy nobody would have suspected? Somebody who seemed to be a great supporter of Dumbledore all the time? Somebody who never was accused? Somebody that secret that Voldie always met him all by himself with nobody else around? Who even didn't have a dark mark so nobody could find out about him? And who has lived as an allover respected wizard just awaiting the new rise of his Lord? Somebody like… Well, if you want to find out - you'll have to read this fic!
What else? Well, I'd really like to dedicate this fic (as if you would really care!) to my beta-reader Luinthoron. Special thanks to him. *waves*
--Altair
The Spy in the Inner Circle
Prologue
"Wormtail just told me where I could find the Potters," Lord Voldmort told. He was sitting in an enormous chair of bloodred colour. He seemed to be talking to himself, because there seemed to be no-one else in the room. "You said, Sirius Black was going to be their secret keeper!" His voice sounded threatening.
"My Lord," came the answer from the shadows. "I really don't know, what happened. I was there myself as James Potter told Dumbledore he was going to use Black. It can't be that Potter distrusts Black. They're like brothers for all I know. But… It's well-known, that they suspect a traitor in the Inner Circle. Maybe they're suspecting Lupin? That would explain a lot."
"You think so?" The voice of Lord Voldmort was cool as ice, but from the sound of it he had calmed down. And why shouldn't he? This was his most faithful servant he was talking to. A man, who had supplied him with more information about the Resistance than any other of his servants. The man who had revealed to him all the pathetic little spys of Dumbledore. His spy in the Inner Circle.
"I'm not sure, my Lord," the man in the shadows answered. "But it's the only way I could think of."
"You're sure, they're not suspecting you?" the icy voice asked. He was answered by a cold laugh from the shadows. "These idiots would suspect James Potter himself before any of them would think I'm a spy of you, my Lord!" The man in the chair nodded. To turn this man into a dark wizard had indeed been his best move so far. And now he was going to make his next. He rose from his seat, but he didn't turn himself to face his servant. "It's getting late," he said. "I will go and take care of the Potters now. I will see you tomorrow again. I want a full report of how the death of the Potters has affected the Resistance. You can go now."
The man in the shadow bowed his head. "Very well, my lord," he said, before he Disapparated. There never was a 'tomorrow'.
Chapter One: The Dark Lord's New Rise
Almost fourteen years had passed since the day of Lord Voldmort's downfall. Most of his supporters had been captured and prisoned in Azkaban. Those who had been able to clean their names were busy to hold their reputations high. There seemed to be nobody who actually wanted the Dark Lord to come back. Even the Death Eaters. Of course, they were sadistic and enjoyed torturing Muggles and Muggle-born's but even they had gone onwards with their lives.
Of course, there were also Death Eaters, who wanted Lord Voldmort back. There were the ones in Azkaban, the ones who believed in him and waited for him to rise again to rescue them from this Hell. There was Peter Pettigrew, the Animagus, who had been hiding by the Weasley family and who had been exposured by Sirius Black and Remus Lupin a year ago and who went searching for the Dark Lord then, because he had nowhere else to go. And there was him. The Spy. The one who had to sit at home and to do nothing to find his Lord in order not to jeopardize his cover. He hated it. Not to be searching for his Master just for the safety of his cover. When he had heard about the fatal accident at the Potter's he couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it. And everybody else thought he was mourning over the death of Lily and James. These Fools!
It was a beautiful day in june. The event of the Year, the third and last task of the Triwizard Tournament was about to end. Both of the Hogwarts Champions had reached the middle of the maze. They sprinted forward. But then a giant spider appeared in their way. It was about to attack Cedric as Harry hit it with a spell. The spider seemed to change its mind and charged Harry instead. It came to a fight. Both of the Champions worked together and somehow they managed to defeat the monster. But Harry's leg got broken. He and Cedric broke into a heavy argument. Either of them insisted that the other deserved to get the cup. At least they agreed at taking the cup together. They reached for the prize and disappeared from the sight of the audience.
The boys found themselves on a overgrown graveyard. And as if wouldn't be bad enough, they found themselves facing Lord Voldemort and Wormtail. Harry fell to the ground in pain, as his scar was acheing like his head would explode. He only heard but didn't see it, as Wormtail killed Cedric. The pain in his head was too much to handle. And before he could even defend himself, he found himself dragged to another gravestone and slammed right against it. It was the gravestone of Tom Riddle. Harry remembered that Lord Voldmort was named after his Muggle-father. The Dark Lord's proper name was Tom Marvolo Riddle. So it was the grave of the man who had given life to the most fearsome dark wizard of the century. The grave of Lord Voldmort's father…
He was being tied up to the gravestone. Tied up by the man, responsible for his parents' death. "YOU!" he cried, but the man didn't response. He just continued tieing him up. And there was Cedric's body lying only a few feet away. And the Triwizard Cup beyond him. And Cedric was dead. Dead! Dead like Harry's parents.
For an instant Wormtail went away, only to come back with the greatest stone cauldron Harry had ever seen. Peter placed the cauldron at the foot of the grave, starting to make a potion or something alike. Harry didn't know, what. And then Peter helped the pityful shade of what once had been the most powerful dark wizard from a bundle of cloth. He was really ugly, to tell the least. But this was going to change. The servant placed his Master into the potion in the cauldron and Harry found himself wishing it would drown. Wormtail summoned the first material component needed to complete the potion - bone of the Dark Lord's father, crumbled to dust by age, but still useful for reviving his son. Then came the second component. Harry winced by the look of Wormtail picking up a dagger from his cloak and starting to cut his hand off. He closed his eyes but he still could hear the cry of pain… But even this was nothing in compare to what was coming. The last component needed was the blood of the enemy. And Lord Voldmort had insisted that it should be the blood of Harry Potter. So Wormtail cut his right arm open and collected some blood into a glass vial. Then he added it to the potion. And despite all Harrys hope, the Dark Lord rose again, gaining back his body and power.
And then he summoned the Death Eaters. He took Wormtails other hand, the one which had remaind whole, and he touched the dark mark on his servant's skin. Peter let out a scream of pain, as if he was burning inside. Lord Voldmort let his hand go, just to turn himself to face Harry. Harry could see his catlike eyes. Yes, catlike, despite of their red colouring. He seemed to be talking, but Harry couldn't follow his words. And then the Death Eaters began to arrive. The Dark Lord seemed to be angry with them. He even tortured one of them with the Cruciatus Curse simply because he had asked for the Dark Lord's forgivness for letting him down, for not going looking for him when he disappeared… But he also rewarded Wormtail for finding him and giving him back his body. He conjured a silvery hand for his bleeding servant, for the traitor, who had the death of Harry's parents on his conscience. He also spoke to the summoned Death Eaters. To most of them personally. Harry payd more attention now, trying to remember all the names of the assembled supporters of Lord Voldmort.
But as the Dark Lord was going to kill Harry he made a mistake. He wanted to kill the Boy Who Lived in a wizardring duel, but Harry managed to escape, taking Cedric's dead body with him back to the castle where Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry laid.
'Well,' Lord Voldmort thought, seeing the boy touching the portkey and disappear. 'Isn't that intresting.' Then he turned himself back to the Death Eaters around him. "He escaped this time," he said icily, "but there's gonna be a next time. And this next time he certainly won't survive. But let him. Maybe it's good that he got away this time. I would have needed a messenger anyway. And he will be a perfect one." He looked at the horrified faces of his followers. "Afraid of what he might be telling to Dumbledore or the Ministry?" he continued with a sneer. "Afraid, that he might destroy your oh-so-perfect reputations by revealing your names?" He seemed to be enjoying the horror in the eyes behind the masks. His voice rose higher and higher. "Afraid, that after all these years you still could end up spending your time in Azkaban? Afraid, are you? ARE YOU?" He almost spelled the last two words letter by letter. But none of the Death Eaters still could find the courage to answer his question. "I'll answer myself," the Dark Lord told after a moment of silence. "You are. You are a bunch of cowards and I really can't think of any reason why I have been punished with servants as you! But I forgive you. I forgive you your cowardry. And I promise you, that the day will come when you will be proud to announce to the world that you are Death Eaters, that you are faithful servants of Lord Voldmort, and that you were the first ones to greet him, when he was reborn!"
With these words Lord Voldmort turned and walked away, towards the fine old house on the hillside, the house of his Muggle-grandparents, the house, in which he had killed his father, the foolish Muggle who loathed magic and left his mother just because she was a witch. 'He was a fool!' Lord Voldmort thought to himself. An evil grin spreaded himself over his face as he remembered the look of horror on his dying fathers face. It was then, when he had decided to use this house as his base of operations. It was the house in which he had killed for the first time in his life and it seemed to grant him strength and power.
He entered a room and sat down in a bloodred chair, facing the fireplace, waiting. The messenger was sent out. All he had to do now, was to wait. He knew, his servant from the Inner Circle would be there soon.
A/N: I know, this chapter has been more or less (well, more to be honest) a retelling of the events of chapters 31-33 of GoF in my own words, but it really had to be. I needed Voldie's rerising in this fic and, well, you certainly wouldn't like me to rewrite the whole thing just so I wouldn't need to use the storyline of J.K. No. But I really really really needed this part, 'cause this fic's supposed to be about what happened after LV came back. So please, don't flame just because of that.
Before I forget this. English is not my native language (it's Estonian, if you care) and I had it only 1,5 years at school, so please forgive me, if I've made some really bad mistakes in grammar. Or in the choice of words. Although my beta-reader, Luinthoron (*waves* "Hi, Luinthoron!" Read his fics as well, they're really good. Especially the one called 'Draco Liber' He's currently working on chapter three of that thing. Oops! I ment to say, fic. *looks around* I think he didn't hear that… *wipes her head*), is better in English than me, he never learned it in school (and he is an estonian too, so English isn't his native language either), so there may be some mistakes in the language left even after he has read (and made some corrections in) it. Well, that would be all, for now. Did you like it? Did you? Well, I suppose not. But in case you did, please rewiew. 'Cause if you guys liked it, I will write more. And I will reveal to you the person of the spy. I promise.