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Dark Magic, Evil Wizards and Powerful Spells Oh My!
Chapter Two
Traitor
Voldemort peered around the room. It had been a week since the messenger's arrival, and Voldemort had cooled down. Somewhat. The man had been in torture for days, and Voldemort hadn't checked up on him once, except that one time the prisoner snapped the mind of one his loyal servants. Surrounding him were his top Death Eaters, nicknamed by the new recruits the Death Circle. Thanks to Macnair's and Avery's efforts, they now had close to four hundred Death Eaters, and some two hundred creatures, mainly Werewolves and Vampires.
"Welcome, my family! I have called you here to discuss several things," began the Dark Lord. "First of all, the matter of our little prisoner," here he paused, for just about every Death Eater murmured angrily at him. Earlier in the week, he had somehow managed to rebound one of his daily Cruciatus onto the other Death Eater, and his mind snapped. When Voldemort learned what happened, he was furious.
Voldemort strode angrily toward the cell, with four Death Eaters accompanying him. They were new recruits, and he about to demonstrate his power. They arrived at the cell, where the prisoner was lying bound in a Body-Bind and Stunned at the same time, and one of his servants lying twitching on the floor, mumbling incoherently. The other Death Eater was glaring so hatefully at the prisoner, everyone knew he wanted to make him suffer, so Voldemort spoke.
"There will be no killings or torturing till I find out what happened," snapped the Dark Lord. The sane Death Eater quickly snapped to attention and spat, "we were torturing the prisoner about half an hour ago, as you requested, when a greenish blackish shield suddenly sprung around him, and suddenly Greenberg was screaming his head off. I tried to cancel out the curse, but it was somehow made more powerful on the rebound."
'Hmm...I think its time to...yeah...heheheh...' though Voldemort sadistically.
"Very well, I think its time for our own revenge. Applebaum, you may re-administer the curse. Three minutes," ordered Voldemort. The Death Eater bowed and thanked his master profusely, and turned to the messenger. He was curled on the floor, breathing hard.
"Crucio!" yelled Applebaum. The messenger instantly started writhing on the ground and screaming his head off. It was music to Voldemort's ears. This continued for three more minutes.
"Enough!" barked Voldemort. Applebaum stopped, albeit reluctantly. Voldemort grinned evilly, and raised his own wand, and pointed it at their prisoner.
"You think you're powerful, Korath? I'll show you the real meaning of power!"
The Death Eaters looked at each other. So that was the scum's name. Voldemort was busy waving his wand in a complex pattern. First he arced his wand up, then down, then to the side, then swirled it around in a counter-clockwise motion, and finally jabbed it at Korath, and hissed, "Tortura Venificus!"
A blood red light issued from the yew wand and collided with Korath. At first, nothing happened, but then he started coughing, then he started to throw up. First came the stomach acid, then the blood. Applebaum stared at his master in awe. That was one of the most complex and powerful Dark spells around. It was called the Poison Vomit Curse. The victim would start throwing up, and each breath they took would be poison. If not cured within 24 hours, the victim would eventually throw up all their stomach acid and blood, and adding that to having been poisoned, they'd die in extreme pain and suffering. Fortunately, Voldemort had Severus administer the antidote to him.
Voldemort smiled in satisfaction. "Today, we are sending our prisoner to his home, with a reply," said Voldemort. "Bring him in!" he ordered. Two robed Death Eaters dragged him in. He was bruised, battered, and most definitely broken. "Stand him up," continued Voldemort. The two Death Eaters shoved Korath to his feet, and held him there. Voldemort rose and walked to Korath. He took out a small piece of parchment from his robes, and took out a nail. Smirking sadistically, he pressed the parchment flat against Korath's forehead and rammed the nail through Korath's forehead, and the parchment, sticking it there, witch blood gushing everywhere. Voldemort let go, and the parchment stayed there, spelled with a blood-repelling charm. Voldemort then shoved a dark marble into the almost dead man, and he vanished in a swirl of dark light.
Voldemort sat back down on his Dark Throne, and motioned to the bloodstained Death Eaters to rejoin the Circle.
"On to the second matter!" said Voldemort jovially, as though killing people with nails was an everyday occurrence. Well, it was, just not with nails. Then his face turned ugly. Well, more so than it was. "It has come to my attention, that we have a traitor in our midst..." hissed Voldemort quietly. His family murmured angrily, and some with fear. He saw Severus fidget, and grinned in triumph. In his last reign, he had played with the traitors a bit too long, and they had escaped. Not this time. Voldemort raised his wand, and pointed it at Severus. Snape instantly knew where this was going, and promptly took off running. Before he could get further than five steps however... "Avada Kedavra!" A flash of blindingly green light, a rushing sound, and Severus Snape was no more.
"Dispose of him," he ordered. One of his minions took out his wand and burned the corpse with a simple Incendio.
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