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"…." Normal speech
"italics" Parseltongue
italics thoughts
'Italics' telepathy
The Plan
"Albus! We have a problem!"
The ancient Wizard turned around in his chair and faced the worried Potion Master who came running towards him. The twinkle in the old man's eyes disappeared when Snape came closer.
"What's the problem, Severus?" Dumbledore replied hastily. Minerva and the rest of the staff heard the soft voice of the Headmaster and turned their attention towards them. Snape looked around to see if noone was eavesdroping and made his statement.
"Nuitari is here," Snape's finger hovered above the crowd on the dance floor, "The right hand man of The Dark Lord is dancing right there." He hissed softly. The staff made a few strangled sounds, but Dumbledore held his hand high asking them to stay calm.
"Are you sure?" The old man asked. Snape nodded and showed him where this person was standing. Dumbledore looked closely to the dancing pair, but he shook his head. "This is impossible, Severus, you must be mistaken. I can't pick up any strong magic from this person."
Snape snorted in disbelieve. Why can't this fool just believe me?
"But," he continued, "I want to be sure. Severus, could you perhaps talk to this boy or maybe observation would be wise?"
Snape was stunned, but nodded and made his way towards the crowd, his robes billowing behind him.
Ginny was in heaven. Not only was the music good, but the person who was holding her was someone she hadn't expected. It was only a few months ago when she had left him, wondering if she would ever see him again. And voila, here he was, holding her. But then she remembered something: Harry. Oh no. What will he think about this? Shit. Ginny pulled back and looked in Night's eyes. His eyes were twinkling and full of emotions, something she had never seen around him before.
She could hold him forever, but all fairy tales have to end when a voice called behind them.
"May I take over?"
Night and Ginny turned to the source of the voice and her heart jumped. Harry! Ginny looked back at Night and saw his eyes changing from Lavender to crimson and back again. Oh boy, stay calm. She gripped in his hand softly.
Nuitari saw that this emerald green eyed boy was angry, but did quite an effort to hide it. So , this is the famous Harry Potter. Alive and well. He looked at Ginny and back to Harry. It is time to go anyway. He took her hand and placed it in the hand of the boy before him.
"Sure, why not." He let her hand go and took a step back. Ginny looked confused while Harry gazed at him. But before Nuitari left, he placed his hand on the boy's shoulder and stared in his eyes. He talked with a soft voice so that nobody could hear it except for Harry.
"The power that the Dark Lord knows not lies within you, Phoenix."
"Wha—
"Don't bother, Harry." With that he left, leaving a very puzzled Harry and Ginny behind.
Snape's blood boiled while watching the scene from afar. He saw Nuitari leaving the Great Hall and stealthy, he followed him from a distance. When he came out of the room and closed the door behind him, all the noise dimmed automatically. Snape let out a sigh and welcomed the silence.
Back to the matter at hand, he put his senses in full gear and started to search. He turned a corner and came into the Entrance Hall which was… empty? What the? The potion Master looked around, stared in every corner and alcove but nothing. It was like the man had disappeared into thin air.
Lavender eyes were watching him between pillars near the staircase. Why couldn't Snape see him? Simple; the shadows around Night camouflaged him completely. He sneered in satisfaction. When Snape passed the spot where he was hidden, Night stepped out and followed behind him.
Not paying much attention, Snape got tackled from behind. The Potion Master struggled and tried to take his wand, but the man snatched his wand-arm and pulled it behind his back shoving it up. Not ready to give up yet, Snape used his free hand to grab the intruder's shoulder while turning around his axis but he came eye to eye with a sharp looking knife which was pointed to his throat.
"My, my Snape. So we meet again?" The icy voice of Nuitari said. Snape's face paled instantly. In a matter of seconds, Night pushed Snape backwards who felt on his rear, losing his wand. Nuitari waved his hand towards the wand which came to his hand before Snape could get it. Looking defeated, he stared up at the person before him.
"You should let yourself go over the edge every once in a while and enjoy your life, Snape. Before you know your life might be over." Night grinned.
"Mind your own business!" Snape hissed back. Night still grinned like a maniac while Snape slowly stood up. Without his wand he was powerless, but not that immobilized. He knew how to fight the Muggle way. But against this guy? The odds were to survive a battle against him slim. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Mmmm, I don't know. To have some fun I guess?" Night joked, putting his knife back into his belt while still holding the wand in his other hand.
"I have alarmed the Staff of your presence here." Snape sneered.
"Oh no, I have to run," he said sarcastic, "Really now Snape. Was that the best you could do?"
Snape was dumb folded. He's good, be careful Severus. Snape was lost in his thoughts for a second before his attention went back to the man in front of him. Night stepped towards him, holding something in his hand. Snape took a step back and saw that it was only a piece of parchment.
"Here." The man said. Snape took it and folded it open. What he saw didn't make any sense.
ssenkrad otni denrut dna seid yad eht nehw
fpmuyrt lliw legna dna xineohp eht elihw llaf lliw tnepres eht
sdneirf emoceb lliw sredael taerg owt eht yad eno
esaercni ot nees eb lliw rewop taerg rieht
dellips eb lliw doolb tneconni ,noom der eht fo yad eht no
rethguals fo semag eht fo emit eht ta gniraeppa
muinnellim taerg eht fo ega eht morf raf ton
sevarg rieht fo tuo emoc lliw daed eht nehw
,niaga thgif lliw etihw dna kcalb neht
meht nopu saw taht esruc eht kaerb ot
rehto eht emoclew lliw htaed ,eno evas lliw evol
nellaf eht eruc lliw sraet xineohp elihw
"What is this rubbish?" He asked him, only to see the man sneering at him.
"Rubbish?" Night raised an eyebrow. "This is the future; you might learn something from it."
"How can I learn something if I can't even read it!" Snape hissed at the man.
"You're the smart guy around here, use your fucking brain." Nuitari growled. Then suddenly, voices were heard at the end of the Hall. Night looked over the shoulder of the Potion Master and sighed. Snape beamed. Reinforcement came.
"Heed the warning." With that, Night turned around and disappeared in the shadows. Snape's mouth gapped open. This is impossible. No one can Apparate on Hogwards ground. Snape closed his mouth and gave a second look at the written text. Another mystery which had to be solved.
"Let this be a learning experience, ladies and gentlemen. If you resist we will kill you and the person next to you. Now out of here in an orderly fashion. Now!" Malfoy bellowed to his prisoners.
A dozen men and women were lead into the Dark Castle, supervised by younger DE and some Dementors. The women were whimpering while the men were trying to keep a blank face. None of them knew what was going to happen once they were inside. But one thing was for sure, they would not come alive out of this.
Nuitari landed softly on the ground not far from the scene. His face was grim, wondering what the Dark Lord was up to. Night walked steady towards the DE who were watching the crowd, shivering at the sight of the hovering Dementors. This was one thing that didn't affect him, because no Dementor dared to come near him.
Night saw Malfoy hexing some prisoners who felt behind and growled. He didn't like the ideals of the Dark Lord about purifying the world from Muggles, because in his opinion, we still need Muggles. In one way or the other.
"What's the meaning of this?" he hissed. Malfoy startled out of his joy, turned around and face the livid stricken Nuitari. Lucius had never gotten used to the man, and wondered what his Master saw in this boy. It wasn't just that. It was the crimson colour of his eyes that reminded him too much of the Dark Lord.
"Orders from the Dark Lord." Malfoy stayed firmly. Night narrowed his eyes and left him.
After crossing the castle, Nuitari arrived at the meeting room where Voldemort and his Followers were. When he entered the place he sensed that there were some other guests in the room. Vampires and Werewolves.
"Where have you been?" Voldemort asked him once he entered the room. Night looked around and grinned.
"Nowhere in particular. Just watched a movie called 'How the lose a fa—guy in ten days'. You should see it, quite a comedian." He sneered seeing the confused faces in the room except for the Vampires: they loved to watch TV. But this was just a cover up.
"Interesting." Voldemort mumbled. He made a sigh to start the meeting. Somewhere in Nuitari's guts told him it wasn't pleasant. Night stepped closer. They where all gathered around a circular table which was covered with plans, some hand drawn blueprints and files the DE had collected. Nobody wore their mask, so Night could see all their faces. Bellatrix was standing besides the Lord, looking happy while her husband stood besides her. Macnair looked grim as always while Rabastan, the brother of Rodolphus, couldn't stand still.
There were others Night knew but he didn't want the spill his thoughts on that. Instead he listened to what his 'father' had to say.
"Next Saturday," Voldemort started, "We are going to strike and we are going to strike hard. Wipe them out, all of them. Let them know we are serious."
"Finally, I can't wait." Bella said with excitement. Night rolled his eyes. The others just nodded in agreement.
"And how, if I may ask, are you going to do it?" Night asked nonchalant. Everyone eyed him like he had grown a second head. "What?"
Voldemort looked like he could murder and stared at his son in disbelieve.
"Really Night, can't you use your imagination for a change. This is pathetic."
Nuitari growled. The shadows shifted again and everyone was taken aback, except for Voldemort, the Vampires and the Werewolves. Then he sighed and stared back at him.
"Well, excuse me for being a mere mortal!" Night replied.
A minute of silent.
"To answer your question, listen carefully. All of you!" Voldemort took the blueprints and put it in the centre of the table for everyone to see it. Meanwhile, Malfoy joined them leaving the prisoners in the dungeon. Nuitari eyed him, sending cold shivers down his spine. When everyone had taken his place around the table, Voldemort continued.
"Our prime target is the Potter boy. I want him alive, got that?" Everyone nodded. "First I will send in the Trolls, just to create some havoc. I would like to see their faces. Must be priceless." Night snorted. "Then it is our turn. We attack in full gear, no mercy. By that time, the fool's blasted Order will be there already. Take them out. And take as much prisoners as you can." They agreed on that. Night didn't say anything.
Voldemort took another blueprint which was surprisingly that of Hogwarts. He showed some movements while he spoke: "While the battle is raging out there, Dolohov, Goyle and Jugson will disable the ward around the castle. Listen you lot, stay close and low, no one may expect this. Once done, get back." He eyed the three who nodded in union. Voldemort sneered happily.
"What will happen next?" Rabastan asked. He just couldn't wait for more.
"I don't think that's the real plan, isn't it?" Night eyed him seriously.
Voldemort laughed. "You read my mind, Night. No, the real battle is the one which will follow this one, of course. I will use the night as my cover, get along?"
Nuitari didn't give any emotion while his father watched him. I knew that, Bastard!
"So, while we are fighting we will retreat; give them the idea that we are defeated. But the real battle has yet to come." Snake man said.
There is where you are wrong, Voldemort, the final battle is the real battle. The one with your downfall. Night smiled wickedly, but no one noticed.
"During our recoil," Voldemort continued sharply, "we will regroup here and wait for the nightfall. When that happens, Hogwards will fall." He laughed dramatically. Bella beamed with happiness, Lucius was still Lucius, Rodolphus nodded like all the rest while Rabastan jumped up and down in excitement. Is this guy sick, or what? Night rolled his eyes in disgust and glared at him while Mister Excitement couldn't stand still. If looks could kill…
Voldemort turned away from the table and addressed the rest of the residents of this room; meaning the Vampires and the Werewolves. His red eyes were locked on them will his face didn't show any emotion (like he has any). "It's time to show your own strength and join in this fight. When the night will fall that day, I want all of you out on the field. I don't care what you will do as long you, all of you," he eyed everyone one of them, "will create mayhem. Understood!"
The Vampires nodded and showed their fangs while the wolves looked at each other and then nodded towards Voldemort. One of the Vampires, Louis, looked past the Dark Lord, right in the eye of Nuitari who nodded. Louis, a two hundred year old blond man, was a very good friend of Darcia which meant he was familiar with the situation. Louis was also the leader of this coven and had made a truce with the leader of Werewolves, Race. Race, at the other hand who was standing next to Louis, looked like he could kill right now. He didn't even glance towards Nuitari, but knew the plan very well too.
As long as Voldemort didn't except anything, everything would go well.
The Dark Lord went back to the table and handed over some files to everyone. "Study them carefully. You get one week. I don't want any mistakes!"
Only the residents of the Inner Circle had a copy which contained the basis of the attack, where they needed to stand, who they needed to attack, kill or take hostage. A well written plan of someone with a twisted mind. Voldemort looked happy, seeing his DE working. If they stick to the plan, nothing can go wrong. But I still need to go over some details with Goyle and the rest. Mmmm. He looked over to Nuitari who was looking bored. A second opinion?
"Nuitari!" He barked.
Night startled out of his daydreaming and gazed at his father who waved at him to come over. Night sighed and made his move.
"I need to show you something." He hissed and took his son's arm. Night, who didn't like to be touched, made a long face of loathing when his father put his spider like fingers around his elbow. They made their way to another table at the far end of the room. On the dark oak table stood a black wooded chest. Night had to admit, he was a bit curious what was in the box. Voldemort put his white spidery fingers on the chest and opened it. When it was open, a white-blue shine came out of the box and once Night became used to it, he could see six glowing stones.
"Calculus Veneficus!" Night gasped. Not believing his eyes and looked at Voldemort to see the man grinning like an idiot.
"I know. After years of searching I finally found them. The Calculus Veneficus or Mage Stones. Imagine, Dumbledore will never know what hit him." He chuckled and closed the chest. "I'm going to use these Stones to disable the wards around Hogwarts and then bye bye School." He mocked.
Night narrowed his eyes carefully. "You're going to entrust these Stones to those dimwits?" Pointing his head at the trio.
"I thrust them."
"How much?"
"They don't know what it is."
"Jugson will. He isn't as stupid like Crabbe and Goyle." Night snapped.
"Well, it's my problem and not yours, boy!" He hissed back.
"I give up." Night held his hands high and shrugged. A moment of silence. Nuitari shifted on his legs and stepped away from him. If he would stay longer in the same room as he, someone was going to die and that could be very messy. But Voldemort didn't give up yet.
"Don't turn your back on me, Nathan!" He bellowed. Night stopped and the room was very quiet all of a sudden. Every eye was staring at them, out of curiosity. You could cut the tension with a knife but Night didn't budge, nor did Voldemort. First he didn't know what he had done wrong calling his son by his real name, but it was clear that the boy didn't like it very much. Even in a room full of outsiders.
Voldemort cursed silently.
Nuitari at the other hand tried to stay calm and reserved. He slowly turned around; crimson eyes were hooked on the man who had called his name, and gradually stepped forwards. If looks could kill, Harry Potter wouldn't need to worry about Voldemort anymore.
"If you want to stay alive," Crimson eyes flashing, "Don't make me angry." With that he turned around and left the room, leaving a very stunned crowd behind him.
After Night's departure, the DE went back to their bickering with each other while the Vampires and Werewolves left to room in fashion. Voldemort didn't bother anymore and took a seat in his chair. He was still wondering what was wrong with the boy, what powers he held or what his motives were. He didn't care much about Selena, it had only been another mistake. But nevertheless he was his son. Closing his slit like eyes he occluded his mind. There was no Potter in his head, for which he was thankful. He couldn't deal with the prat right now, but he had lot of plans for the boy in the future.
He heard some people leaving, probably the younger trainee DE, and cracked his eyes open. Bella was having a fierce discussion with Malfoy which made him grin. But when he saw Rabastan leaving slowly; he stood up and called after him.
"Rabastan, where are you going?"
Rabastan, the little twisted snake, grinned like a psychopath. "To make London glow in the dark."
Voldemort sneered. "Outstanding!" he saw him leaving and chuckled under his breath. Rabastan liked to play with fire and liked to blow up things; people and buildings alike. The Dark Lord was glad he had him in his Inner circle, even if he had messed up the incident at the Department of Mysteries.
Night blew of some steam by looking outside. His father had the nerve to call him by his name while Nuitari kept it in the dark for no one to find out, well except maybe two people. Ginny and Draco. But these were other matters. Neither the Inner Circle nor the rest of the Wizarding world knew about his existence left alone his parentage. He had been about to kill him right there but he knew he couldn't, not yet and not alone. Some Sorcerer I am.
Nowadays his power kept on growing and there would be some time when he couldn't control it anymore. But he needed to keep his sanity, for god's sake. While looking outside he thought about the dance, about the beautiful red haired woman that went by the name of Ginny. He couldn't stop smiling when he saw that Potter was very angry and… jealous. But his smile vanished when he knew that Ginny, his Ginny, like the boy too.
Night sighed and looked down, finding the floor interesting.
'You gave us quite a scare back there.' Louis said mentally, creeping behind the dark haired man.
'I didn't know I could scare off vampires.' Night replied without looking up at his friend.
'Oh, yes you can. I heard Darcia telling some tales of the past when he is in the mood. Did you really destroy all those soldiers with one swift of your hand?' The blond vampire asked while leaning against the wall. Night looked up and smiled.
'I was pissed off. So yeah, three thousand elite trained Roman soldiers; he should have listened to my advice.' Night told him, placing his hand on the window bay.
Louis winced. 'Who?'
'Marcus Aurelius. A good guy, but stubborn.' Night grinned, looking at the blond one.
'Remind me not to be on your bad side?'
Nuitari laughed. 'Sure.'
The clouds were moving away from the sky leaving a bright moon shining down at them. Night walked away from the window and indicated Louis to follow him. In silence they walked the corridors. Every now and then a torch would flare up, illuminating the hallways.
'So, what's the plan?' Louis asked him silently. Night frowned at that thought first, not sure what to say to him. He knew about Voldemort's plan, but not that well. Seems that he needed to get hold on one of the files and read it through. Well, he still had one week to prepare, that meant he had plenty of time.
'Not sure yet. Need to do some research first before I can give you the plan. I hope that's ok with you?' Night eyed him.
'You're the man, Night.' The vampire laughed. Both of them stopped, Louis didn't know where he was but Night did. They where standing at some dark corridor near a big oak double door. The black haired man turned around and gazed at him with a mischievous smile on his face.
"I need a sparring partner. What do you say?" He asked.
Louis raised his eyebrow. "Sure, if you keep me alive."
"I'll try."
They both disappeared in the next room.
TBC
Calculus Veneficus or Mage Stones: calculus means stone in Latin and veneficus means whitch, wizard or mage in Latin. Ever watched Charmed on TV (I like that show) well they had some stones which can entrapped demons or bad people in it. They can't get out nor in, so it's very useful, right? But in my story they can do that too but they can also disable or drain one's magic like wards. No magic or Muggle defences can penetrate it. That's why it's a very rare object in the Wizarding world which means my world.
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