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Chapter 3: The Misfortunes of Voldemort
For the first time in his life, Voldemort was stressed, frustrated, stymied, you name it. You see, reader, Voldemort was used to being in control and usually had a nonchalant, relaxed countenance, while plotting his diabolical and cruel actions.
Voldemort had always felt that he was in control, and delighted in scaring people, which he did very well.
But he'd never been outside of Europe. He'd never actually considered going outside of Europe.
And sitting depressed in the jail, lacking in a wand, Voldemort felt extremely vulnerable.
Let's go back a little bit, reader.
Voldemort had felt it necessary to gather his faithful Death Eaters together to plan his next attack in London. He burned Pettigrew's forearm with one touch of his finger. Immediately, all the new Death Eaters (including Snape) Apparated by his side. All except one were there.
That one was Draco Malfoy.
Voldemort does not forgive. He does not think of the possibilities of things that may have happened to his Death Eaters. When the Mark burns, all Death Eaters must be at Voldemort's side without delay. When Draco was not there, Voldemort was angry. Snape, Bellatrix, Rodolphus, and the others were there. But Malfoy was missing. Pettigrew, Amycus, and Greyback were present. But there was no Malfoy.
Voldemort was very angry.
Draco had felt the Mark burn. He knew he had to leave ASAHP (A/N: my abbreviation for what I say: As soon as humanly possible), because Voldemort would be on his tail any minute.
Draco had never taken the Apparition test. He'd Splinched himself once, leaving behind his legs and an ear. Not wanting to repeat the experience, he decided that he preferred Portkeys and broomsticks. So Parvati made a Portkey out of a chipped plate and Draco got his mother and girlfriend (and himself) out of there.
Draco had been right: Voldemort was on his tail, exactly a minute after he'd left. But Voldemort never thought that Malfoy was deserting. Maybe he was just too slow. Voldemort couldn't abide slowness.
So he set out for Malfoy Manor and…Malfoy wasn't there.
It hit him. Malfoy had deserted. Voldemort was furious.
Voldemort was a powerful wizard. He could easily discover where unfaithful Death Eaters were. He searched for a year and when he couldn't find them anywhere in Europe, he thought to himself.
Where would one go in order to stay well concealed?
Then he guessed correctly: New York City.
Of course. It was full of Muggles and was so busy, it would be extremely difficult for anyone to find them. But Voldemort was not to be underestimated. He'd find them.
Voldemort was probably the only wizard (besides Dumbledore) who could Apparate over very long distances. And Voldemort Apparated over the Atlantic right into New York City. He landed in a garbage can, unfortunately, which was full of trash and about to be picked up and dumped into a garbage truck…
"ARGH!"
The garbage man looked around. "Did you hear that, Bill?"
Bill was confused. "Hear what?"
"Something screamed."
"Oh, Joe, we've needed to oil that door for ages, remember? It's probably that."
"Oh. Okay, sure."
Joe threw the contents of the trash (and Voldemort) into the back of the truck without really looking at what he was throwing. "Urgh. This stuff gets heavier and heavier."
Voldemort frowned. It was time to Apparate out of there.
So he did, and was very displeased to see himself covered in rubbish. He was even more displeased when four stray dogs came running up to him, jumping on him, and licking him.
"Ow, get off me, you stupid canines. Get—off!" he kicked them away. They slunk off, whining sadly.
Suddenly, someone screamed. Voldemort jumped. Two small children were running away from him. Well, it's not every day you see a grayish man with pretty much no nose and red eyes, right reader? He pointed his wand at them, about to perform a deadly curse. Then…
Crash!
An old lady's heavy handbag connected with his skull.
"Ahh! Lady…"
Crash!
"Don't hurt the children!" yelled a short, grey-haired woman with a long nose. While Voldemort stared about his surroundings looking dazed, the lady pulled out a wand and yelled, "Stupefy!"
Voldemort fell over, Stunned.
With a grin, Tonks morphed back into a young-looking witch with short, spiky pink hair.
Suddenly, a white owl came swooping down. "Hedwig!"
Tonks was the reason why Voldemort was in jail. She'd received a letter from Harry. Fortunately, Tonks didn't have to travel to New York, because she and Lupin were there, enjoying life and their anniversary. Tonks was wandering about when she immediately recognized Voldemort, saw him about to kill two Muggle children, and went into action.
Then the letter, and Hedwig, arrived.
Tonks decided to turn Voldemort over to the Muggle police. It was pretty much impossible to get him back to England or into Azkaban. So she had to be contented with sticking him in a Muggle cell—without a wand. To be safe, she got Dumbledore over to the US to charm the jail and its grounds into a place out of which no one could Apparate.
And it worked.
So…
For the first time in his life, Voldemort was stressed, frustrated, stymied, you name it. And sitting depressed in the jail, lacking in a wand, Voldemort felt extremely vulnerable.
A/N: Voldemort is the way I like him… diabolical, not entirely stupid, but not exactly a genius either. But he's cruel, and evil and I'm going to stop here for now.
