The Game of Seduction; Chapter 4- A Fair Warning
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Quite a few Muggles looked out of their windows and doors, searching in the darkness to find the source of the sound. But the streets were totally dark, save for the eyes glowing at the end of the way. Blending in with the darkness, several people clothed in dark robes appeared on the street corner with a pop, and one look at the tallest man's eyes sent most Muggles careening back into their houses, doors double bolted.
Tom Riddle was quite handsome for a man in his late forties. He was tall, muscular, and had a wicked smile that would make any woman melt. The only thing that put some women off were the eyes. Slanted, dark red, evil eyes.
Riddle paced around his circle of Death Eaters, his slanted, dark red, evil eyes narrowed to slits. A vein throbbed painfully on the right side of his forehead.
"How simple-", he raged, "do I have to make my plans in order for you to understand them, hmmm?" No Death Eater dared to speak. It was better for them to remain silent when he was like this.
"How incredibly stupid-", he continued, "Do you have to be not to understand carefully plotted plots? How do I make you understand?" More silence, and Riddle's eyes darkened. "Do I have to punish you?!"
The Death Eaters looked up at that, and one brave little follower (or he could have been a coward) cried, "No! No, master, you don't have to punish us! You-!"
"Crucio!" The little man lay writhing on the ground, screaming, and cries for mercy could not be distinguished from howls of pain.
"Is this what I have to do to get your attention?" Voldemort demanded. He lifted his wand from the screaming man, who lay panting on the ground a second later. Voldemort rolled his eyes, and spat. "Get up, Nott." The man didn't move. "I told you to get up, unless you want another curse shoved up your arse!" The man called Nott quickly struggled to his feet.
"Malfoy!" Voldemort called, abruptly. Lucius Malfoy stepped out of the circle with a bow.
"Yes, my Lord?"
"Tell me-," he twirled his wand idly, " how did you, and a horde of other loyal disciples manage to screw this up?" Lucius wrung his hands nervously.
"Well, you see master," he began, " the little Pettigrew boy gave us incorrect information. He told us that Potter would be spending the Christmas holidays with his parents. But, as we now know, he made last minute plans to stay at Hogwarts for the vacation." He paused. "But please, Master, isn't it enough that we were able to get Potter's parents? Let it be a warning to him, my lord, let it-"
"No, Lucius, it is not enough!" he interrupted angrily. "Our main objective was to have Potter annihilated, and out of the way! He is one, in a group of few, that could actually pose a threat to our cause."
Voldemort cocked his head to the side, as if listening to some outside force, before grinning insanely. "But, yes. Now that I think about it, the killing of the boy's parents did serve as a fair warning."
The circle of Death Eaters seemed to shift uneasily, but to their relief, Voldemort stopped grinning. "Even without Potter dead, the massacre at Hogmeade will still commence on schedule. Will, you fail me again, Death Eaters?" There were murmurings of 'no, Master', and 'of course, not, my Lord's'. "Good."
Slowly, Voldemort turned, and seemed to look directly at her. "Having fun, Ms. Evans?" and as he pointed his wand at her, Lily woke with a start.
She had a killer headache, and her throat was sore. She got up quietly, and got a drink of water before settling back under her covers. "What was that about?" She shrugged sleepily, and, for the rest of the night she dreamed sweetly about a boy with messy hair, and all of the interesting things you could do with chocolate.
A/N- Thanks to Addy (deal!), Sweet Lil Angel, 'me', anon, Lena Ketina, Nami, katelyn, dieselbaby, and Sugar Faerie for reviewing! Reviewing is, as always, STRONGLY SUGGESTED! In your review, tell me, should I make my chapters longer?
~*Majestic Waters*~
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Quite a few Muggles looked out of their windows and doors, searching in the darkness to find the source of the sound. But the streets were totally dark, save for the eyes glowing at the end of the way. Blending in with the darkness, several people clothed in dark robes appeared on the street corner with a pop, and one look at the tallest man's eyes sent most Muggles careening back into their houses, doors double bolted.
Tom Riddle was quite handsome for a man in his late forties. He was tall, muscular, and had a wicked smile that would make any woman melt. The only thing that put some women off were the eyes. Slanted, dark red, evil eyes.
Riddle paced around his circle of Death Eaters, his slanted, dark red, evil eyes narrowed to slits. A vein throbbed painfully on the right side of his forehead.
"How simple-", he raged, "do I have to make my plans in order for you to understand them, hmmm?" No Death Eater dared to speak. It was better for them to remain silent when he was like this.
"How incredibly stupid-", he continued, "Do you have to be not to understand carefully plotted plots? How do I make you understand?" More silence, and Riddle's eyes darkened. "Do I have to punish you?!"
The Death Eaters looked up at that, and one brave little follower (or he could have been a coward) cried, "No! No, master, you don't have to punish us! You-!"
"Crucio!" The little man lay writhing on the ground, screaming, and cries for mercy could not be distinguished from howls of pain.
"Is this what I have to do to get your attention?" Voldemort demanded. He lifted his wand from the screaming man, who lay panting on the ground a second later. Voldemort rolled his eyes, and spat. "Get up, Nott." The man didn't move. "I told you to get up, unless you want another curse shoved up your arse!" The man called Nott quickly struggled to his feet.
"Malfoy!" Voldemort called, abruptly. Lucius Malfoy stepped out of the circle with a bow.
"Yes, my Lord?"
"Tell me-," he twirled his wand idly, " how did you, and a horde of other loyal disciples manage to screw this up?" Lucius wrung his hands nervously.
"Well, you see master," he began, " the little Pettigrew boy gave us incorrect information. He told us that Potter would be spending the Christmas holidays with his parents. But, as we now know, he made last minute plans to stay at Hogwarts for the vacation." He paused. "But please, Master, isn't it enough that we were able to get Potter's parents? Let it be a warning to him, my lord, let it-"
"No, Lucius, it is not enough!" he interrupted angrily. "Our main objective was to have Potter annihilated, and out of the way! He is one, in a group of few, that could actually pose a threat to our cause."
Voldemort cocked his head to the side, as if listening to some outside force, before grinning insanely. "But, yes. Now that I think about it, the killing of the boy's parents did serve as a fair warning."
The circle of Death Eaters seemed to shift uneasily, but to their relief, Voldemort stopped grinning. "Even without Potter dead, the massacre at Hogmeade will still commence on schedule. Will, you fail me again, Death Eaters?" There were murmurings of 'no, Master', and 'of course, not, my Lord's'. "Good."
Slowly, Voldemort turned, and seemed to look directly at her. "Having fun, Ms. Evans?" and as he pointed his wand at her, Lily woke with a start.
She had a killer headache, and her throat was sore. She got up quietly, and got a drink of water before settling back under her covers. "What was that about?" She shrugged sleepily, and, for the rest of the night she dreamed sweetly about a boy with messy hair, and all of the interesting things you could do with chocolate.
A/N- Thanks to Addy (deal!), Sweet Lil Angel, 'me', anon, Lena Ketina, Nami, katelyn, dieselbaby, and Sugar Faerie for reviewing! Reviewing is, as always, STRONGLY SUGGESTED! In your review, tell me, should I make my chapters longer?
~*Majestic Waters*~