For those who had read this chapter posted on fanfiction, im sorry I rewrote the end, since umbrella corporation was… a bit too much and out of place in Harry Potter. I had drafts written for Goblet of fire, but before that, everything is mostly written without drafts from now on until year 1981. Bear with me if things don't quite hold up, or if I decide to pass years a little bit quicker. I still enjoy a lot writing it 😊.
The soul is everything. It can be tainted with dark magic. It can be shattered beyond repair. It's the easiest to be making bad choices that leads to the dark path. Being nice is difficult, and so with great power comes responsibility, and it's not for nothing. I know my son will be King one day, but he is not ready. As long as the Dark One is alive, I shall not give my crown away. – Nathaniel Vulken
Warning of rape scene – Warning of rape scene – Warning of rape scene
The purpose part 31 Conspiration
Chapter 84 (April 1972)
The hooded figures gathered in a circle. The place was dark and the scent of burnt wood and cement filled his nostrils as Lucius apparated to the summoned place. He kept his head low for respect of his lord as was all the other deatheaters doing. Voldemort stood in the middle of the circle, like he always did. His long and pale fingers played with his wand, red eyes on a moving rat by the bushes. In a swift wand movement and a curse under his breath, the rat squeaked and writhed in pain on the wet grass. Voldemort gave a bored sigh, turned, and the rat vanished in a thick puff of smoke. He eyed the vampire Darthael who was busy kissing Alecto intensely not far away.
*Welcome, welcome. Isn't it a beautiful night?*He said, his voice hissing like a snake.
He looked at the sky and Lucius followed his gaze. He could not see the moon because of towering trees blocking the way. It was obviously not a full moon anyway for Greyback and his acolytes were not in their werewolves forms.
*Yes, a very beautiful night. We are all together, I and my followers, but still… there is something that needs to be clarified.*Said Voldemort coldly.
Lucius was sure there went a shiver to some deatheaters, and he understood why ; every time something needed to be clarified, it meant someone hadn't stayed loyal. Had done something wrong. Had given in. He wondered who it would be this time. He could hear Bellatrix giggling.
*Pyrites!*Said suddenly the Dark Lord, breaking the tension.
The deatheater in question startled, trying his best not to run and hide. One pushed him on his back, and he stumbled at Voldemort's feet. From the mask patterns, it was Dolohov that made the push, snickering.
*I… I didn't do anything, my Lord! I don't know who told you…*Began Pyrites, but Voldemort interrupted him.
*I saw it with my own eyes, Pyrites.*Hissed Voldemort calmly.
Pyrites shut his mouth and Lucius snorted. Bad luck. Voldemort pointed his wand at Pyrites. The deatheaters made one step back, isolating him alone in front of the Dark Lord.
*I can explain!*Tempted Pyrites, kneeling.
*Crucio.*Whispered Voldemort.
The deatheater began to scream in pain. Lucius watched it in pleasure, his lips curling into a smile. Voldemort himself was smiling too. Pyrites was now laying on the floor, perhaps hoping it would ease the pain. Lucius knew it wouldn't. Once you'd fallen on the ground, every touch with it would make you wish you hadn't. Your skin would feel like it would be pressed against a hot plate, and there was nothing you could do about it. It would feel like a thousand knives were being stabbed into your body repetitively. His screams were not constant as he was probably trying to breath through it all. Voldemort let go of the curse after a long minute and Pyrites was left bruised and shaking.
*So, now you will tell us… what I have seen you doing which caused the death of Wilkes.*Said Voldemort with madness and revenge in his red eyes.
All of the deatheaters looked at the pathetic piece of filth that was laying on the ground, moaning, and trying to get away. He seemed to have no energy left to answer. Lucius grabbed his own wand, angry that Pyrites did not answer his master. With one flick of his wand, Pyrites was lifted back on his feet and turned towards Voldemort.
*Answer your Master.*Ordered Lucius calmly.
When he still didn't, he flicked his wand again and Pyrites hit his own face hard.
*Answer!*Said Lucius, his voice higher.
Pyrites let his head fall back and opened his eyes to look at the sky. Slowly his mouth opened, and a raspy voice murmured.
*I… I let the Longbottoms escape… again.*Said Pyrites in a deep ragged breath.
With a disgusted face, Lucius threw Pyrites on the ground again. Everyone was now staring at Voldemort who had sighed deeply. Alecto had stopped snogging the vampire and went beside Bellatrix.
*The Longbottoms… shall never be asked again to join our ranks. After three times… let them bathe into rotten corpses of our doings… Travers!*Said Voldemort.
Travers made a few steps towards the Dark Lord then knelt down.
*Yes, my Lord.*He said.
*The Mckinnons have also expressed to not follow our ways. Why don't you bring Crabbe and Goyle with you?*Said Voldemort.
*It will be done, my Lord.*Said Travers.
Travers eyed the two other masked deatheaters and nodded before disapparating and the two concerned following soon after.
*My lord, there is something I need to tell you.*Said Lucius.
*Speak, Lucius.*Said Voldemort as he was still staring at Pyrites and playing with his wand, as if itching to curse him again.
*It's been overheard Dumbledore is making a secret group especially designed to hunt, capture or kill deatheaters.*Said Lucius.
Voldemort turned to Lucius and frowned, walking close to him.
*Overheard? And your source is?*Asked Voldemort coldly.
*… Seth. My Lord.*Said Lucius in a hasty breath.
Voldemort gazed at his other deatheaters and paced slowly in the circle.
*Especially designed to hunt us.*Repeated Voldemort, his voice hissing like a snake again.
*My Lord, let me… let me hunt them!*Said Bellatrix hysterically.
*Dolohov, Rosier, Lestranges.*Said simply Voldemort.
Bellatrix made a maniacal giggle and apparated away, followed by the others named by the Dark Lord.
*Mulciber, Nott, you will join Karkaroff with the giants and progress to the next city. Greyback, you can have your fun with them, lots of victims in their wake.*Said Voldemort.
Fenrir licked his lips thinking about all the incoming victims. Darthael stepped in the half-gone circle of deatheaters.
*They are dangerously close to London. The giants, I mean. We might not care about the other cities around, but if giants touch London, we're done. I doubt they could do it with what's left of them.*Said Darthael.
*How dare you speak to the Dark Lord like…*Began Lucius, but Voldemort lifted a hand, stopping him and shutting his mouth.
Darthael went directly to Lucius, pointing a finger at him, and the deatheater flinched.
*Listen here, blondie, I very well respect your Dark Lord, but I… vampires control half of London and we thrive in both muggle and wizard worlds, and we will not tolerate the destruction of our city when it's not necessary!*Said Darthael, his anger rising.
Darthael had meant to say he himself controlled half London, but that would be bragging so he had changed his phrasing. He eyed the Dark Lord from the corner of his eyes. Voldemort seemed amused at the scene, a little smile in the corner of his mouth.
*There, there, Darthael. Don't scare Lucius with your manners. And no, the giants are not going to London.*Said Voldemort.
The tension rose and Darthael huffed and went back to Alecto.
*Get me out of here.*Asked Darthael to her.
She nervously looked at Voldemort before apparating away with the vampire. The werewolves whispered profanities about vampires since he was now gone.
*Silence.*Said Voldemort quietly, but the whispers died down.
Alecto had apparated back and kept her head low as she went beside her brother. Voldemort pointed his wand at her and flicked it. She let out a cry of pain and held her face. Blood poured between her fingers. The remaining deatheaters stepped away from her as it was now obvious, she was getting punished, and Voldemort was not done with her. He flicked his wand again, and again. Her robes tore and fabric pieces fell on the ground. She made a cry each time his wand slashed the air and pleading words filled the air. The Dark Lord made a deaf ear and continued the humiliation. Even her hair had been cut with his silent curses. She had fallen on her back, blood slowly falling from her wounds, not enough to be critical, but enough to burn and be painful. Her knickers could be seen, and tears were now on her cheeks.
*You shall never bring back a vampire when summoned, Carrow.*Hissed Voldemort, almost turning his words into Parseltongue.
Warning - Rape
Fenrir had gone behind her and looked at his master, silently asking to humiliate her even further. An evil glint could be seen in Voldemort's eyes. Her lips trembled and her head turned to see Fenrir approaching her. Out of the remaining present deatheaters, Macnair did not even hesitate and apparated behind her, grabbing her by the arms and held her tightly, his knees on the ground. Realising what was happening, she flailed her legs and screamed in desperation. Her wand had fallen on the ground. Fenrir had unbuckled his pants and moved in front of her, and horror was on her face.
*NOOOO! PLEASE! NOOOO! I'LL DO ANYTHING! ANYTHING BUT THIS! MY LORD! PLEASE!*She yelled out, her screams echoing in the air.
Macnair held her even tighter, and Fenrir went forward between her legs and ripped the remains of her underwear, only to throw them on the ground. He brought down his pants just a little to free his erection. Normally, anyone could have been impressed with such a size, but desperation cries were heard again. Fenrir waved his wand, and her ankles were tied with ropes on each side of her.
*Lovely girl.*Said Fenrir with a lust in his voice she would never forget.
Lucius closed his eyes. As much as he loved seeing torture, rape was not something he fancied. He waited in silence that Alecto stops screaming and crying. He could tell when Fenrir had entered her forcefully just from the sounds and screams. Some deatheaters were also silent but others were snickering behind their masks. It was quickly over and only when he heard the buckle of the werewolf's belt, he dared open his eyes again.
End of rape scene
Macnair had gone to his place again in the circle and Fenrir went back to his fellow werewolves. Alecto was whimpering quietly and tried sitting down. Amycus went to her and crouched beside her. He placed a hand on her shoulder, and she jerked away, scared of the touch. He went again to touch her on her shoulder with insistence and apparated away with her. Lucius never would have thought something could be worse than the cruciatus curse. The Dark Lord said something he did not hear, but everyone disapparated. Voldemort turned to him, noticing he had not left. He felt a cold hand cupping his face and red eyes staring at him.
*Lucius, did you not like what you saw? Or did you wish to tell me something?*Asked Voldemort.
*N… No, my Lord.*Answered Lucius, bowing his head again.
Voldemort moved his hand to the blonde's chin and lifted his head.
*You do so well, Lucius. Here's a task for you: learn about that secret group, names and such. I know you can do it.*Said Voldemort quietly.
*Yes, my Lord.*Answered Lucius.
Voldemort removed his hand and Lucius apparated away. His eyes darted towards the blood and semen on the ground and his mind lazily thought about Seth, wondering if he could still be able to feel something since his last horcrux.
Chapter 85 (June 1972)
She had done it; she was the best of her year again. Severus had learned to appreciate her company and the weekly sessions had become bi-weekly. They filled up the infirmary for every possible potion they could make. James still tried to insult Severus each time they saw each other, but Severus told her they were more tolerable and had less impact on him ever since they had their potion session.
*I'm a Prince, too.*Said Severus as they were doing their last potion for the year.
Ruma raised her eyebrows.
*I never told you I was a Prince.*Said Ruma.
Severus smiled and let out a laugh where Ruma followed after him.
*I meant to say… my mother's name is Eileen Prince.*Said Severus with a more serious tone.
*Oh, that's cool. Is she nice?*Asked Ruma, stirring the potion.
*Very.*Said Severus.
Ruma noticed he did not elaborate, and she respected his silence. They had said their fare share of secrets during the year and that's how Ruma now knew about Lily and them being neighbours. She had told him how she grew up in Egypt with vampires and Goblins and that the banks had no secrets for her. She was fluent in five languages : English, Venthyr, Gobbledegook, French and Arabic.
*What do you plan to do this summer?*Asked Severus.
*I… I spend it with my mother. Sometimes I get to see my father, but since he is the vice-president of Africa, it rarely happens.*Said Ruma.
Sometimes she wished she could tell someone she was not seeing her mother or father, or very briefly. Another summer was going to be spent with Seth, making her exhausted beyond imagination. All she could do is dream of Gellert's arms and craving his kiss. She sighed as they finished the potion.
*You don't seem to very enthusiastic to see your mother.*Said Severus as he labeled flasks and vials.
*How about you then?*Asked Ruma.
*Pretty much the same, my father works a lot and I stay home with my mother.*Answered Severus.
*Really? So you don't go see Lily and spend time with her?*Asked Ruma as she placed her things in her bag.
*I do… sometimes, but her family often leaves in another country for the summer.*Said Severus, also placing his things in his bag.
Severus's hand was on the counter and he, too, sighed. Ruma felt his loneliness and as a pure sign of friendship, she placed her hand on his, and looked at him in the eyes. Severus also looked at her, at her eyes as green as Lily's.
*I'm sorry, Sev. I wish I could actually invite you over the summer. I'll… I'll send you an owl.*Said Ruma.
He removed his hand and grabbed the phials.
*Sure.*Said Severus.
It was the last time of the school year they were brewing a potion together. His voice tone was sad, Ruma could tell.
*Do you… do you want to continue these next year?*Asked Ruma.
*Because you have more secrets to tell?*Asked Severus.
She smiled ironically and looked down.
*I have plenty of secrets, Sev.*Said Ruma.
Severus took the time to look at her. Her wavy black hair was so long, it rested just over her bum. Her puberty was starting to show, for she had curves and breasts hidden under school robes, but he could tell she had grown from everywhere in the span of a year. Even if Lily was very beautiful, he thought she easily rivaled with her. He felt heat coming to his cheeks and he looked away, glad she had been looking down. He took his bag and made his way to the door.
*We can continue next year.*Said Severus before leaving the classroom.
The smile she made reached her ears. She would have something else to look forward to for the next school year.
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*Expelliarmus!*Said Ruma.
The spell hit Seth right in the chest, and he fell down as his wand went into Ruma's hand. She was beaming as Seth got to his feet and went to her. Lazy claps were done by Danyck who was sitting on a bench by the wall.
*Well, can't say I'm not impressed.*Said Seth, taking his wand back from her.
He walked back where he was and turned towards her, tilting his head.
*Let's try something… Expecto Patronum!*Said Seth, waving his wand around him and a magnificent white wolf sprouted out of his wand and ran towards Ruma.
She laughed as it ran around her and disappeared, leaving a brief cloud of smoke for a moment.
*You want me to make the Patronus charm? Isn't that heavy advanced magic?*Asked Ruma.
*Every spell is in your grasp. Not everyone can make a Patronus. No deatheater bother to make one, do you know why?*Asked Seth.
*Don't they reveal who you would be, or… part of your soul? Also… I'm sure they believe dementors are not a threat…*Said Ruma.
*Exactly, and why would they bother to even think about a happy memory? The thing is… Patronuses are more than just a dementor shield. Nicholas Flamel was a close friend to Dumbledore, who actually invented a way to use the Patronus for something else and told me of another use. Faster than an owl and unmistakable to see who it is from; it can be used as a messenger. So… if you can produce a powerful spell like this one, you learn more than just a dementor shield. Any spell can be used different ways if you are creative enough.*Said Seth.
As Ruma learned something new, she smiled at how Gellert and Seth so much were alike in many ways. They loved to teach her things no one her age knew. She couldn't help herself and think how amazing defense against the dark art's teachers they could be.
Little did she know that this had been the first goal of Voldemort himself, for malevolent reasons.
She searched in her mind for a positive happy memory. Her most recent one was being the best student of her year, thanks for Severus Snape. She took her time to let the happiness fill her body completely and wave her wand around.
*Expecto Patronum!*She said and a corporeal unicorn sprouted out of her wand and galloped everywhere in the room.
*A unicorn?*She said, dumbfounded.
*Nothing to be surprised, Ruma. Powerful magical creatures, yet secretive. Just those two qualities reflects who you are, just like making the Patronus on your first try.*Said Seth and the unicorn disappeared in a puff of smoke in front of him.
*So how do you use them as messengers?*Asked Ruma.
*That's the tricky part, isn't it? You have to find out their name, then you can speak to it.*Said Seth.
*Their name? How is that even possible? Did you find out yours?*Asked Ruma.
*Again, it reflects who you are. My wolf's name is Garm. I thought about it when Flamel saw my Animagus form, and the same happened when… I saw giants for the first time. Although they called me Fenrir, I came to loathe the name because of Greyback, which I hope you never meet. So, I looked into other names for wolf gods.*Said Seth.
*Wait… Animagus form? You can't be serious!*Said Ruma with stars in her eyes, wondering what it was.
*Ugh. You keep getting impressed by every little thing, or rather secret I tell you, and it's getting dangerous.*Said Seth and let out a sigh.
A light popping sound came in the room, Jobry had apparated in front of Seth and bowed, presenting a sealed letter for Seth. He took the letter and read it quickly. It was a final report about the vampire clubs investigations saying they could not find anything suspicious. Seth made a smirk and folded the letter before placing it in his pocket. The mirror room's door opened to let in Darthael, Lazarus and Greisha, who were arguing heavily. Seth could not make out words out of their quarrels. Darthael looked as if he had not slept for a long time and could be seen trembling and sweating.
*He won't do shit, how much you are betting?*Asked Darthael as Greisha and Lazarus looked at him angrily.
*Won't do what?*Asked Seth.
Darthael sighed and all three looked at Seth.
*Darthael's little girlfriend was apparently raped by the retched werewolf Greyback two months ago. I keep telling him he should forget about her and also to stop consorting with deatheaters. They only make trouble and keep killing every human they see.*Said Greisha, looking at her nails.
*Says the one who keeps shagging her brother!*Sneered Darthael.
Greisha opened her mouth, as if scandalised. Lazarus rolled his eyes.
*How dare you? At least I'm not acting like a damn junkie! HA, a junkie.*Laughed Greisha.
Darthael wanted to lash at her, but it seemed Lazarus was there for that specific reason for he made a shield between the two.
*Stop it. Acting like children, when you are all over 150 years old… clearly missing some nuts in your brains. And what the hell do you mean by junkie Greisha?*Asked Seth, crossing his arms.
But it was Darthael that answered, after glancing at Ruma and shaking his head.
*Every vampire has tasted magical blood, at some point, since Voldemort brought those deatheaters here, but none of them did so regularly, like me, with Alecto. Well, I'll let you know… magical blood is addicting! And I have been going on this drug for a few years now. I did not fucking know that I was actually feeding a drug addiction, until two months ago, she refused me to touch her, because of what happened with, ugh, that disgusting werewolf. I mean, I can still feed from servants, and calm my hunger, but it just feels like I want to rip my skin off from… well from the magic withdrawal.*Said Darthael with a resigned voice.
Darthael looked at Ruma again with more intensity, before looking away and breathing faster. Seth's eyes narrowed.
*Danyck, bring Ruma out of here.*Thought Seth.
Danyck stood up and walked to Ruma. Darthael fidgeted as Seth's childe passed beside him.
*It's not like there is a lot of wizards available for him either, the deatheaters don't come here anymore, and…*Began Lazarus, but became speechless as Seth had cut his wrist and the smell of his blood filled their senses.
Danyck grabbed Ruma's hand and brought her out of the room. She had time to see Darthael feed on Seth before the door closed.
*Why did he do that? Won't Darthael have to feel withdrawal all over again?*Asked Ruma as they went up the stairs.
*You would prefer that he attacked you? I could feel his resolve weakening by the minute when he saw you.*Said Danyck.
She removed her hand from Danyck's grasp and stopped walking, flustered.
*I'm not some weak thing that can't help a vampire! I'm supposed to be the next queen and not even witness all the horrible things that can happen before then?*Said Ruma.
Danyck sighed and shook his head.
*You… may be right, but it is still a law for vampires to never touch a child, and we only want to protect you until you can make your own decisions. I have no authority over you, but Seth does, and I listen to him before I listen to you.*Said Danyck, irritated.
*Hmph! Fine! But I was raised by vampires and goblins, I have already seen and heard things to make your skin crawl.*Said Ruma.
She turned heels and continued her way up the stairs alone. He followed her from afar and noticed she was going to the muggle ward, where he would not be able to follow her. She went through the barrier and Danyck sighed again. Lazarus did say no more deatheaters came here, but there was still a risk the Dark Lord comes whenever he wanted. He thought about the time they went after the giants and the first time he had killed, holding the bear's heart in his hand. The incredible control and power he had felt washing over him. The time he had killed the auror, how he had thrived in the feeling. The last time he almost had killed again was when he held Voldemort's heart in his hand, but Seth had stopped him.
He closed his mind to Seth after telling him she was safe in the muggle ward and went outside. He went near the cliff and took off, flying high up in the cloudy sky and used his vampiric speed, making his way towards London. He had a very specific thing in mind, and Seth would certainly not let him if he asked.
