Chapter One
Tom Marvolo Riddle, now called Lord Voldemort, smiled smugly as his fingers ran down the pale spine of his slumbering pet. His pet shuddered, even tried to escape the undesired touch he knew his pet hated, causing him to chuckle, "Such wasted talent."
Voldemort narrowed ruby eyes as he remembered the day he caught his pet. "Yes, my pet, such wasted talent. I expected too much from you. But it no longer matters. Your betrayal has sweetened my revenge. Your so-called Order has fallen. I've captured the last key members as the others lay rotting for an eternity."
His pet moaned pitifully as he moved from the bed, "Time for my reign to begin. Tonight I send my enemies to Death. Nothing can stop me now."
One last time, red eyes trailed over his pet. He eyed the elaborate markings. Even to this day he wondered what it meant. Something nagged at the corners of his mind. He'd seen these markings but didnot know where. What has a seal of shadowy markings surrounding a piercing gaze of predatory eyes? No pureblood has such a seal. Why does he?
Voldemort swiftly turned away, not willing to admit thatthose eyes upon his pet's back unsettled him. Especially when he knew he'dseen them before. "Wormtail!"
A pudgy, balding manscrambled into his private rooms, "Master?"
"Dress him. Then bring him to the Hall. It is time to cement our win."
"Yes, Master." Wormtail bowed, waiting for his Master to leave. Once Voldemort had vanished, Peter Pettigrew, better known to his Master as Wormtail, began the tedious task of caring for his Master's pet.
He trailed a soaking cold cloth across the feverish back, "I've tried telling him. Even placed the books around. But he's ignored the markings. But I did tell someone else. Been sworn not to reveal anything. Weeks ago and they've tried to help you."
Emptying the dirty and bloody water, Peter swiftly patted a towel across the pale, scarred skin. "You're experiencing those effects. You warned him of overdoses and long-term use. Now you're sweating the overdose, swarmed with fevers and chills. And it'll get worse. No antidote. He wasn't willing to allow you in any way of control."
He pulled the dazed and drugged male from the room, making sure the ragged robes were in place; after all he was taken wearing them. Only fitting to send him back with the same. Pale fingers trembled as they clutchedthe tattered edges, "Move. He's waiting."
With one hand clenched around a bruised arm, Peter led his Master's pet to the Hall. The Great Hall. Voldemort had finally captured Hogwarts. After a long stand-off, the Dark forces had made their way to victory, paved in blood. Bloodshed had thrilled Voldemort as he gained entry. His victory was truly sealed as the dungeons held his key enemies, awaiting their fate.
And in the dungeons they still remained.
Until tonight.
