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Chapter 12: Gathering of the Death Eaters
Pettigrew triumphantly reported back to Voldemort. He did not know that he was missing a vital part of the wand.
Harry had entrusted that feather to Dumbledore.
Pettigrew stumbled into the woods, where Voldemort was waiting. Before Voldemort could discover that his wand was pretty much useless, he burned Pettigrew's Mark.
Pettigrew howled in pain. Voldemort clamped a white hand over his mouth. "Shut up, you idiot! Do you wish to be discovered?"
Immediately, Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange Apparated to the site. Rabastan Lestrange had appeared as well. Avery, Amycus, Greyback, Nott, Dolohov, and Snape came.
Voldemort smiled his cruel smile. "Death Eaters. Friends. Compatriots. We are here together at last. For months now, I have been kept and concealed in a filthy Muggle prison; I am glad to say to you that, through my valiant efforts and advanced magical skills, I was able to liberate myself from the prison."
Um hmm, sure Voldemort, you have advanced magical skills.
"And now, Death Eaters, I have been reunited with my wand. We can embark on our quest to rid the world of Muggle filth and dominate the Ministry of Magic. And thanks to this potion that I have had Bellatrix prepare—"
He indicated a cauldron of bluish potion that Bellatrix had brought with her. Bellatrix smiled graciously.
"I am able to repair this wand, should any damage have occurred. Wormtail?"
Pettigrew handed over the fragments. Voldemort looked at them, irritated, and dropped them carelessly into the cauldron.
The contents of the cauldron hissed and fizzed. Suddenly, a repaired wand rose out of the bubbling liquid. It was perfect.
Voldemort smiled, a cruel smile. He reached out his hand for the wand.
"At last we are reunited. My power is coming back to me!"
He waved the wand at the cauldron to test it and said, "Evanesco."
Nothing happened. So Voldemort tried again. "Evanesco."
Still nothing. "Evanesco. EVANESCO. EVANESCO, EVANESCO, EVANESCO!"
Nothing happened. Voldemort flung down his wand in frustration and stomped on it. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY WAND? WORMTAIL!"
Pettigrew bowed and muttered, "It broke—I picked up all the pieces!"
Voldemort broke the wand and searched inside. "You did not pick up all the pieces. The core is missing. This is a useless pile of wood!" He kicked at the shards.
Amycus stepped forth. "If I may, my Lord, it would be wiser to force that wand maker to construct a new one. Or you could go buy another."
"Amycus. I am impressed. I've never met such an idiot as you are! The Ministry is looking for me; I cannot wander into a shop looking for a wand! Crucio!"
Amycus writhed in pain, screaming. Voldemort removed the curse. Crabbe walked forth to propose another suggestion. But he tripped and knocked the cauldron of hot potion—all over Greyback
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Bellatrix rushed forth. "It's okay! It just changes you—erm, back to your normal state.
Greyback writhed in pain. He knew what it felt like to have pain now.
But more was happening.
Slowly, but surely, Greyback was changing into a man.
He did change. He became a blond man with a narrow face and interesting grey eyes. He frowned. "Darn, I'll miss the teeth."
Voldemort was mad. "Damn your teeth; we must find that core!"
A/N: Shorter chapter; I know. It'll get better, I promise.
