THE SEERS' TRUTH: BEYOND THE DARKNESS

By Lady Lestrange

Chapter 12 Whisper Betrayal

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Chapter 12

Whisper Betrayal

The circle was incomplete..  Voldemort went through the group, one by one, touching and testing, when he reached Severus Snape, he paused. 

"You have news for me?"

"Yes, Master." Voldemort could feel Snape's anger.  The ire was carefully controlled.  Severus was angry, but he was only allowing Voldemort to see a small fraction of his anger.  An exercise in control, Voldemort realized.

"Tell me," said Voldemort.

"Last night," he breathed, closing his eyes as if he could close out their foolishness.  "The Scrimgoers –The Mulcibers are fools! The polyjuice was worn off.  The Mulcibers are in auror custody."

For a moment Voldemort considered.whether it would be profitable or even possible to rescue them.  After all, Dumbledore knew who they were, so they weren't as useful as they once were.  At least there was still the other auror killed at Azkaban who was his, and Severus in the Order, thought Voldemort.  "I assumed they were lost," said Voldemort.

"After all the work I did to get them into the Order, their stupidity is—unbelievable." spat Severus. "I told them they had to be back at home by one o'clock. I told them when the news of the muggle killings spread, Dumbledore would call in the Order. They didn't listen to me."

"But it's not like he calls you with a Dark Mark," said Voldemort gently. "One could easily ignore his summons, Severus."

"Yes," said Severus.  "One could.  Except that Dumbledore is very protective of his Order, and after Harry Potter's home was attacked, and then the Longbottoms were attacked, it was very clear that this was not just an attack on muggles—as—was—planned." Snape glared at Narcissa and Lucius.

"Don't belittle their ardor," said Voldemort gently.

"When the Scrimgoers didn't answer the fire call," Severus continued.  "Dumbledore was  worried about their safety. He was worried!"

Voldemort said, "So they were late?"

"Yes," said Severus.

"Perhaps it couldn't be helped."

 "I answered his call.  I did everything I was supposed to do here, and then returned to Dumbledore as planned.  They could have done so as well if they had any dedication--."

"Since you are so dedicated, Severus, why could you not cover for the Mulciber's absence?" asked  Voldemort.

Voldemort saw a flare of impatience from Severus before he spoke.  "Dumbledore sent a contingent of Order aurors to check on the Scrimgoers.  To rescue them if need be, but the house was empty, no sign of a struggle.  Still the situation could have been salvaged.  I checked their itinerary, but they weren't where they were supposed to be, and then guess who apparated in—high as hell on wandless magic—the Mulcibers!  They didn't even get a spell off!" cried Severus.  "The aurors were on them like flame on a dragon's tongue."

"If they were caught as the Mulcibers, then another could take the polyjuice and show up later as the Scrimgoers," said Voldemort, but Snape shook his head.  "Veritaserium," he said shortly.

"Damn," muttered Voldemort.  "What I want to know, is why they were off of their planned itinerary?  Where are the children, who were assigned with the Mulcibers?" asked Voldemort, looking around the room.

Gloria Snood and Maura Rosier stepped forward.  Gloria immediately started to cry. "It wasn't our fault, Master.  They told us to leave.  They told us to come back to the Snow Castle.  They told us they would finish..  We knew it wasn't your original order, but we didn't know if it had changed—"

Voldemort felt the magic building in his hands, at the sound of her whining.  Its burning was almost painful.  He wanted to curse someone so badly, that he knew if anyone moved out of place, the fire of curcio was theirs.  It seemed they knew too, and except for the child's incessant sobbing there was no sound. No movement.  He turned to Maura, who seemed to Voldemort to be a little more mature, although she was the same age as Gloria.

"You, tell me what happened," he said tightly and her face paled.

"The first church went as planned," said Maura, but the second—" Maura hesitated, and he reached out lightening quick and grasped her robe pulling her to him.

Maura's snake hissed, "Sheiss!"

"(Get off of her, Koschei, or she is sissshausss,)" Volemort replied in parseltongue to the adder. "(You see, my fangs are already at her throat. You cannot protect her from me.  You must yield.)"

Immediately Koschei dropped to the ground, hissing forlornly, "(Mistress?  Mistress?)"

"(Come to me, Koschei,)" hissed Ginny softly. "(Your Mistress will be fine if she tells the truth.)"

"(Are you so sure?)" Voldemort hissed back at her, and then he turned back to Maura, red eyes glaring. "Now, tell me the truth."

"We went to the first muggle church and burned it as planned," she said.  He felt her relax, openly allowing him access to her thoughts as she spoke.  "We were high spirited  and excited but using our wands, except for Gloria who threw Elemental fire onto the building. Ah--  It got a little out of control."  Voldemort's eyes narrowed, that was the fact that she didn't want to tell—protecting her friend.  "We stayed to watch the mayhem.  At the second church the Mulcibers, told us the imperious curse was their specialty.  I asked them to show us," said Maura.

Voldemort felt a flash of shame wash through her.  She had been subjected to the imperious curse: teased by other children at Durmstrang and she wanted to correct that situation.  There was no shame in that, thought Voldemort. No shame in wanting to better oneself.  No shame in revenge.

 "It was really funny when the Muggle set the fire to his own church," she continued.  "and even funnier when he burned his own clothes—with him still in them!  By now, we were behind schedule, and the Mulcibers switched to Elemental Magic.  It was faster.  We wanted to use the Elementals too, and they agreed, although neither of us can pull water from the Elementals unless we are touching water.  They let me and Gloria set all the fires.  They put them out. Gloria set more than I did.  I--Iwas starting to feel sick.  Donella Mulciber said I overextended and should continue to release and rest.  By that time, we were all seriously silly.  I don't even think I could walk but we thought we were done.  Gloria and I were—well I'm not sure where I slept last night.  I remember flying and when I woke up I was in the infirmary with broken ribs.  Someone levitated me to bed.  I don't know who.  The last thing I remember is flying and  the Mulcibers arguing.  They were planning on going back to the second house because the muggle firemen came and put it out before it burned to the ground.  And there were reports that another house, the firemen couldn't put out at all.  It was still burning.  We had to go back.  We thought it might have been the first house we did—Gloria's flames.

Voldemort wheeled, slapping Gloria with the spell, and her sobbing rose to shrieks.  "Crucio!  Your carelessness has caused me to lose two valued Death Eaters.

"But the Mulcibers were supposed to put out the fires, not us," Maura pointed out.

Immediately he turned back to Maura, who wilted in his hands    He shook her like a dog shaking a rag toy, but she stubbornly continued.   "The Mulcibers didn't remember whether or not they doused that fire." Maura said raising her eyes to his. "They argued about who would apparate us back and who would take care of the fire.  I don't remember what they decided. I—I think I passed out."

 Her heart was beating rapidly, and fear flowed all over her, but she knew she was telling him the truth and she didn't back down.  He felt every emotion she felt as if she were shouting.  She stubbornly wanted him to understand that neither she nor Gloria had done anything wrong. We followed the rules. She understood the importance of following orders. She cunningly placed the blame on the Mulcibers themselves, and she met his gaze with an expression that he could have mistaken for arrogance.  He drew his hand around her cheek almost tenderly, thinking perhaps I have found another future leader.  He needed to nurture that quality in her.  He remembered her parents with fondness.

"I like your tenacity, Maura Rosier," he said softly. "I will not punish you for your part in this." 

Voldemort dropped Maura on the floor like a discarded rag.  "So you like to play with fire, do you," said Voldemort, turning to Gloria..

"I like fire," she said hesitantly, "But not your fire in crucio," she stuttered. "Please—"

"You will learn how to extinguish your fires."

"But I'm not very good at water," said Gloria. 

"Then you will work until you get it," said Voldemort simply.  "and since it was the Malfoy's unscheduled excursion to the Longbottom's that contributed to the loss of my spies, they shall work with you."

He turned and fastened his eyes on the pale couple.

"Narcissa," said Voldemort, "You will work with her, with the Elemental Fire,  but only give her Elemental Water if she is in danger of death.  A few burns will cause her to be more careful. It might even give her the incentive to find the Elemental Water.  In fact, no water at all, not even to drink.  I am confident she will find it."

"And you, little one," said Voldemort turning to Maura, since you are so interested in the Imperius curse, you will practice it with Lucius, both sides of the curse, Lucius.  With both of the Mulcibers gone, I'm going to need a new expert with the Imperious curse.  She won't be ready for a long while, but we are planning for the future, are we not?"

"Yes, Master."

"Maura has the temperment for imperious, I believe.  At the very least, she should be able to handle the Muggles?"

Lucius nodded.  "Yes master."  He hesitated.  "Valeriana was also with us, Master," he said softly.  "I thought I should go with her to be sure her Elemental Fire was put out."

Voldemort smiled thinly.  "Ever ready to lay blame where blame is due, aren't you Lucius?"

"I thought you were interested in the truth," said Lucius.

"The truth is a very complicated subject," Voldemort said softly.  "However, you will be happy to know that as soon as Valeriana is well enough, I will deal with her—punishment."  Voldemort captured a lock of Lucius silvery hair that had escaped its low ponytail, and rubbed the hair through his fingers, yours however, will be much more immediate. You should be able to control your wife, Lucius."

"My wife was not the problem, Master," said Lucius.

"You will remain when the others are dismissed," said Voldemort quietly.

"Yes, Master."

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At the end of the week, Harry attended his relative's funeral with Arabella Figg.  Dumbledore was loathed to let Sirius go with him due to the possibility that either the Ministry or the Death Eaters would be able to trace Sirius' whereabouts. 

"I know you have gotten comfortable with Sirius," said Dumbledore, "but I'm afraid he cannot come with you.  It's too dangerous.  He could be recognized, and as much as we trust him here, he is a wanted felon.  Until his name is cleared, it's just too dangerous. Which brings to mind, we will have to have a legal guardian stand for you until you come of age."

"But," said Harry, "I thought Sirius could be—"

"A convicted felon?  Escaped from Azkaban?  Of course not.  Not to worry, Harry.  We'll think of something,"  Said Dumbledore.

Harry went through the funeral in a daze.  The weather didn't cooperate and it continued to be cold and rainy.  It seemed as if everyone was crying, even the sky.  Only Harry was dry eyed.  He couldn't manage to shed a single tear for the Dursleys.  Aunt Marge, dressed in a flowing black dress that made her look like she was about three times her already large bulk, had cornered him.  "I heard the firemen," she hissed.  "They said  it was like the fires of hell.  They couldn't put it out.  This was your fault.  You think I don't know about you being some kind of demon, but I know.  My brother told me—"

Harry was rescued by the most unlikely person: Cornelius Fudge.  "Obliviate!"  he whispered, pointing his wand at Aunt Marge.   "This is so unfortunate," said Fudge.  "But I daresay you will be happier with your godfather."

"My godfather?" said Harry blankly.

"Yes," said Fudge.  "I'm sure he will turn up, now that you have no family at all Harry.  I will do what I can to help you, of course, until you of age.  If he doesn't turn up, there are any number of wizards who will be happy to take you in and call you—their son."

"Thank you," said Harry uneasily, "Excuse me,"  and looked around for Mrs. Figg.  She was nibbling some of the mints on the table.  "None of them taste any different," she commented.  "Not like Bertie Botts Beans at all."

"No," agreed Harry.  "Can we leave?"

"I think you should talk to Dudley," suggested Mrs. Figg.  "He looks so forlorn.  Maybe you can help him."

"Why?" asked  Harry bitterly, but he followed  Mrs. Figg's advice and went to sit in the corner by Dudley.  Dudley looked like he had lost about twenty pounds in the last few days.  He wasn't even eating the mints. 

"Hi," said Harry softly.

"You have a lot of nerve showing your face here," said Dudley looking at Harry.  "It's your fault they're dead.  I don't care what the police said about a gas line explosion.  It was your kind, wasn't it?"

Harry said nothing.

"You don't have to answer," said Dudley.  "I know it was.  Aunt Marge says everyone will think I'm nutters, saying things like it was wizards that blew up the block, so I won't say anything, but I know it was, Harry and you know it too."  He turned his watery eyes to Harry.  "You ruined my life," he said.

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered.  "If I could do something—"

"Can you bring them back?" asked Dudley suddenly.

"No," whispered Harry horrified.

"Then just stay away from me.  I don't ever want to see you again. Get out, and don't come back"  Dudley got up and walked away from him.  Harry sat in the funeral home with his face in his hands until Mrs. Figg sat beside him.

"Can we go now?" he asked again.

"I suppose so," she said. "What did Minister Fudge have to say to you?"

"He asked about Sirius," said Harry, and Mrs. Figg hissed through her teeth.  "That's bad," she commented.  "We'll have to tell Dumbledore."

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The trio had settled back into life at the Granger's house, but they weren't happy about it.  The Order was busy and the adults were determined not to let the children know what was happening.  Harry was just as determined to find out, but so far, they had not made much progress.  They had gone several times to Sirius' house and they were permitted to do magic there as long as Tonks or Sirius was in the room with them.

"I don't want you disappearing with a portkey," spat Sirius.

The problem was, neither Tonks nor Sirius had much time to sit with them, and several of their supposed outings to Sirius' house had been cancelled or postponed due to Order activities.

"Something is afoot," said Harry. "something important."

"I agree, Harry," said Hermione, "But I don't think there is any way we can find out what it is."

It turned out that Harry found out at least one of the things the adults were keeping from him in a very unusual way.  Dumbledore actually told him.  Well, Snape told him in the presence of Dumbledore.  He was called alone to the house and when he came into the room Dumbledore and Sirius were sitting comfortably on the sofa.  Snape was pacing.  He turned as Harry entered.  "Ask him," Snape spat.  "After all he's fifteen.  He has a right to make the choice.  When I was fifteen, I made my own choices.  Aren't you the one always harping on about choices, Albus?"

"Severus," interrupted Dumbledore, but Snape didn't stop his pacing, he turned to Harry and spat, "These two imbeciles think that I should be your legal guardian."

Harry chocked and stared at them all.

"Speechless?" sneered Snape.

"Severus, you are the only one that James and Lily Potter gave power of guardianship to other than Sirius," said Dumbledore.  "You won't have to do anything, Sirius has agreed."

"It was a long time ago," said Severus.  "It was a mistake then.  It's a mistake now.  In my—work—it can be nothing but disasterous."

"It's in name only," said Sirius.  "I don't like it either Harry, but it is the only way we can avoid the Ministry.  If the Ministry gets involved they can give guardianship to—anyone—You could end up with—the Malfoys.  This way, you can continue to stay with me during holidays unless you want to visit with your friends."

Harry highly doubted the Malfoys would want to take him in, even if Voldemort suggested it. 

"What about the Weasley's" said Harry desperately.

"They already have too many children already to be approved by the Ministry," said Dumbledore.

Snape snorted and Harry glared at him.  He refused to have anything to do with the slimy git.

"Mrs. Figg?  She used to watch me—"

"No," said Dumbledore.  "The Ministry wouldn't approve a single witch."

"But Snape isn't married," said Harry.

"That isn't the point," said Dumbledore patiently.  "Severus can bypass all the paperwork.  The Ministry has already approved Snape's guardianship of you."

"What!"

"Harry," Dumbledore said gently, "Fifteen years ago.  There was a time—when—The Order--"  Dumbledore paused

"The Order!  Is that all you think about?  The Order has nothing to do with this or with me! You've made that pretty obvious." 

"Alas, it does," said Dumbledore, and then Dumbledore stopped talking, putting a lemon drop into his mouth and sucking it absently.  Harry wasn't even sure he was going to continue, but neither Sirius nor Snape said anything and at last Dumbldore continued.  "Harry, your parents were members of the Order.  You mother was an auror.  There were times when they couldn't care for you.   They trusted Severus Snape."

Harry made a strangled little sound that was indistinguishable from a sob.  His mind was a whirl.  Why would his parents do that?  They loved him.  His mother died for him.  They would have never given him to someone like Snape. He certainly wasn't the babysitting type.   It was lunacy. He suddenly remembered Snape talking to Dumbledore that day back in the library.  Snape saying, "Give him Harry Potter—to Voldemort—How could he be safe with Snape?"  But Snape was against this craziness. It didn't make sense. 

"Go on, Albus," said Snape caustically. "You should have told him this years ago."

"Nothing will change," Sirius assured him.  "I will still take care of you, Harry."

"I don't need anyone to take care of me," Harry growled.  His head spinning, he pulled his portkey from his pocket.  "I'm going back to Hermione's now," he said. "and then, I'm going back to Hogwarts."

"Well, I'm glad that's all settled," said Dumbledore rubbing his hands together with a sigh, and Harry touched the portkey, feeling like the world was closing in on him.  It was worse than the cupboard.  Dumbledore's voice echoed just before the jerk of the portkey began:

 "Now to the next order of business, Severus have you told Voldemort that I know the location of the Snow Castle?"

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It was only days since the Mulcibers' demise.  Voldemort did not think they were dead, but they were no longer any use to him.  Dumbledore and his bloody Order had frustrated his attempts to find the necessary passwords to aurors' personal wards and he still hadn't found the spy in his own ranks.  Wormtail had indicated Judson.  Judson, thought Voldemort.  It would explain his weakness or reluctance to perform Avada.  On the other hand,  Judson just didn't have the temperment to be a spy.  No, it was someone else, and to top it all off, Voldemort was quite sure that Wormtail himself was hording some secret.  Well, it would be out soon.  Of that he was sure.  When Wormtail returned from his work with the Muggles, Voldemort would find out his secrets. The  prospect pleased Him, and He smiled as he surveyed the circle.

He moved to the next Death Eater, talking only for that man's ears.  "Is Eldon Nott faring any better?"

"No Master.  The same, and still well guarded."

"Don't trouble yourself overly much," said Voldemort.  "His son is more consciencious than he ever was, so Pandora's Box is cared for."  He raised his voice for the circle.  "I do loathe to lose any of you to the asshole aurors.  You are my family."  He touched the Death Eater gently, caressing his cheek, and then moving on.

"Have you gained entrance to Madam Bone's flat?" he asked the next Death Eater.

"No Master, but it's only—"

"Curcio!"

Screams punctuated the air for several minutes and then the man's sobbing continued as Voldemort whispered a furious order in the man's ear. And then Voldemort raised his voice for all to hear.  "The correct answer," he said, "is yes, master.  That is the only correct answer."

He looked at Virginia Weasley.  "(Have you found my emerald?)" he hissed in parseltongue.

"(I'm sure I will be able to get it as soon as I get back to Hogwarts.)" answered, also in parseltongue.

"Wrong answer," said Voldemort.  "Crucio!"

Voldemort continued to move around the circle until he came to Cornelius Fudge.  "Cornelius, what word on Harry Potter's guardianship?"

"N--nothing yet, M-my Lord.  I thought I would ask who you would prefer—"

"Master," interrupted Severus, and Voldemort frowned at him. Several Death Eaters sucked in their breath.  It was not often a Death Eater interrupted someone Voldemort was talking to and not without good reason.  "Master?" said Severus again stepping into the center of the circle.  "The guardianship has been decided already."

"Indeed?" said Voldemort.  "Without the Minister's permission?"

"The permission was granted fourteen years ago."

"To whom?" demanded Voldemort.

"To me."

Voldemort looked stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter.

Severus looked around at the circle and dropped to his knees in front of Voldemort,  "Master," he interrupted.  "Master, it is not as simple as you might think.  There are circumstances—"

"What circumstances?" growled Voldemort.

Severus licked his lips.  "Please," he asked.  "I crave a private audience with you, so that we can discuss this in depth."

The murmuring in the circle disappeared.  No one asked for a private audience.  Such things with Voldemort generally ended in some kind of torture.

Voldemort regarded him silently.

"Please—Master--"

Voldemort nodded, his eyes on Severus. With a quick flick of his hand he dismissed the others.  "Go," he said.  "You are dismissed."

"Now, Severus," said Voldemort, his red eyes boring into Snape's black ones.  "You have my full attention.  Speak."

++

Voldemort paced around the kneeling figure of Severus Snape. "Why could you not speak of this in front of the circle?" demanded Voldemort.

"You have a spy.  You know it and I know it.  The others want you to believe it is me." 

He reached out and touched Severus face and Severus did not shy from his touch.  He felt sincerity.  Others did want to see Severus fail, but there were still things hidden behind Severus' occlumency wards, things Voldemort longed to uncover.

One by one, Severus striped himself of the occlumency wards, voluntarily allowing Voldemort access to his thoughts.  Sincerity was dripping from his every word as he spoke.  "Master," Severus said  "Master,  it is not as simple as you might think to just bring Harry Potter to you.  Dumbledore just wants to use my name to keep Harry Potter with him. It is Dumbledore who is protecting Harry Potter, just like before.  Nothing has changed."

"Of course it has.  Legally Harry Potter is yours."

"But Dumbledore will not let me take him anywhere.  He trusts me, but not that much.  You can't expect—"

"Don't tell me what I can and cannot expect," said Voldemort coldly.  "I expect loyalty.  That's what I expect.  Do I have it?"

"Of course, Master—"

"Then it is only a matter of time before I have Harry Potter," interrupted Voldemort.

"But Dumbledore?" questioned Severus, his thoughts rolling.  ."Master—" Severus paused.  "I have heard Dumbledore speak of the Snow Castle.  I have heard him say, he knows its location."

"No," began Voldemort, but everything Severus said and thought was true.  There were no falsehoods.  That Voldemort knew.  The words and the corresponding legilimency were perfectly matched, so why didn't he believe Severus?

Apparently, Severus caught that thought from him!  "I have heard the words from his own mouth, Master.  I swear it. Touch me and know I speak the truth."

Voldemort reached out to him, feeling the truth.  Seeing Dumbledore saying the words about the Snow Castle.

"Bah!  This would be good news next week, but not now.  We're not ready.  If he indeed knows about the Snow Castle," said Voldemort "The only answer is to kill him.  A small group of Death Eaters—" began Voldemort.

"Let me do it," said Severus.  "Let me prove my loyalty to you, Master."

"Very well," said Voldemort turning and fixing Severus with his deadly red stare..  "Kill him."

"Master?"

"You must have ample opportunity.  Dumbledore is a relic of a time gone by that has long outlived his usefulness.  It is time for him to die."  Voldemort paced away.  "You have the Avery intellect, the Snape cunning.  Use that magic draining potion you made for the Prophecy Child when she was in the Elementals.  That should make him manageable.  Find a time and a place when he is alone.  You will activate your Mark, and I will come to you. I do not expect you to take him alone.  He is a formidable foe, but together we will take him down. It will be a glorious adventure," said Voldemort, his red eyes shining with their unnatural light.  He turned that gaze back on Severus. "Don't disappoint me, Severus."

There was a flash of hesitation.  Fear perhaps, before Severus answered.  "Yes, Master." Voldemort reached for his face, but Severus had dropped to his knees, reverently kissing his robes.  "You will not be disappointed in me.  I promise you, Master.  You will be-- amazed."

"I'd better be," said Voldemort.  "You were right not to say this in front of the circle," he continued.  "But there are some who would be valuable assets with this knowledge.  Severus, your arm."

Severus rolled up his sleeve, revealing his Dark Mark, and Voldemort began to call his trusted followers by name.

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Fuz:  Glad you liked.

Ennui de Morte:  Yes, I managed to get through the fanfic haze of craziness and although they wouldn't let me load an html document, you still did get your chapter.  It's all INTENT, don't you know.  I know you love when I make Ginny strong, even tho it's because of Tom.  Probably the only thing I could have done to make this better is have her hex Draco, right? Lol.  Come to group and discuss.  Ennui has worked very hard on getting the group together.  Appreciate all of your input.  When I put a link here, fanfic freaks out, so I will just say, go to my author page, and you will see it there.  Yahoo group, The_Seers_Truth.

Adaneth:  I did the complex wizard stuff explained to the basilisks because I knew I would lose a few readers in the Elementals.  This was to help you understand a little better what happened there.  Plus, notice that Samara TALKS to her basilisks.  Voldemort doesn't.  Can see a little of her Hufflepuff side here.  Remember she is, according to Helga, "our blood combined".

Kemenran:  Yes, thank you.

Jager:  Yes, Ginny and Tom do seem to bicker a bit, but it makes for a break from Volde's tortures and angst.  Samara sees the change in the aura, so she knows something is up with Ginny, but she doesn't know exactly that it is Tom, although she does know it has something to do with a diary in "first year"  The first time she played Quit, she said, "Tom" out loud. Chapter 39, Opening Doors, The Seers Truth:  The Broken Beginning.

Ele:  I hope you came back and found the finished chapter.

Silverfox1:  But Volde thinks all the basilisks are his.  Glad you liked.

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