Wandering through the halls of his new home he tried desprately to understand, but failed.
For months he had been his master's personal servant, carrying out his every order and whim;
but now he was banished with no explaination whatsoever to a small and remote castle "to take care of it's upkeep"
as he had been told. Which as far as he was concerned was being asked to babysit and unused castle
while everyone else took care of all the exciting jobs.
Unlike many of the other Deatheaters he had no real life, no identity in the wizarding world.
His entire existence was dedicated to Voldemort.
In school he had always been unoticed and in his entire life had never had a real friend.
When he had graduated from Hogwarts there was never really anything to do, no point for him to try to find a normal
job and work as most people did. His entire family was dead as far as he knew and no one paid enough attention
to him to really care what he did or didn't do.
And as generaly happens to the weak-minded, purposeless and hopeless he was seduced by the darkness.
However the most crushing blow had been Voldemort had not even bothered to give him the message himself but had sent
some other servant to deliver it for him. After reciveing the message his first thought was to go see Voldemort
himself to make sure it was not a trick, designed by Lucius Malfoy to get him out of the way.
But deep down he knew it was not, though he tried not to admit it even in his darkest moments he knew that Voldemort
didn't care about him. He was a tool nothing more, and never would be more.
Besides if it was the truth, questioning his lord's message would anger him and such a mistake could very well be fatal.
So without purpose he walked aimlessly through the castle once again, his job was pointless as his master had most
likely know when he sent him. The castle was small and obdviously old, but still in remarkably good repair and
there was little for him to do other than mull over the events before he left.
It was probably the servant he realized, his master had wanted his help with the spell and that was all he was helpful
for. Something about the spell bothered him, he knew all about the spell of course.
It was acient and evil, invented long before even Salizar Slytherin's time created by one of the evil sorcerers of old.
The spell was difficult and required many hard to find ingredients such as the blood of a werewolf, pure muthul root
picked and dried under the full moon and other such nonsense.
The point of the spell was to create a shade, an all powerful servant created from the soul of one who has passed on.
Once summoned the shade was utterly obediant to the one who had summoned it and was all but impossible to destroy.
Depending on how the spell was done it could take the shape of the human it had once been, you could summon
just anyone that had passed but most of the time a specific soul was wanted and that only complicated things more.
Only a few shades had been sucsessfully created throughout time, the wizard who summoned the spirit was often killed or
possesed in the process.
Voldemort of course had not been in danger, he had more power that ten wizards usualy had in an entire lifetime and any way
dangerous or not when he fixed his mind on something nothing or no one was going to change it.
Tiabald shook himself trying to rid his mind of these thoughts, it didn't matter all that much any way.
He'd seen the shade step out of the fire, it existed and had utterly replaced him and any other deatheater that might
want the job of favorite servant.
No matter what he did that oportunity was gone and unless he did something about it no matter how much he brooded
over it he'd probably spend the rest of his lifetime locked away here, only summoned for coucils and such.
It would be a lonely and boring way to live, but most of his life had been lonely and boring so he knew he'd eventually
get used to it. It was still hard to let go of his few dreams, but even just a half existance like that would be better
than death... to him at least.
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Author's note:
Yeah I know, another seemingly unrealated chapter.
But I hope it filled you in at least to some degree on what the spell was.
Till next time....