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Reborn Ashes- Chapter 5- A Sinister Mission

There's a difference between respect and fear. Respect is an aspect of admiration, and free will. Fear is a display of force, by threatening with dangers of those who mean most to you."

In an old house in Little Hangleton, a circle of hooded figures stood, facing a middle-aged man, with his head bowed sadly.

"I'm quite disappointed in your display of weakness this evening, Fenrir." Voldemort spoke smoothly.

"Forgive me master…" Fenrir pleaded, "it shall never happen again."

"No it shall not," Voldemort stood up, "But it should have never happened in the first place…Crucio!"

Fenrir keeled over in pain, gasping for breath, screaming in terror, until his skin began to break and every thrash meant blood.

Five minutes passed…then ten…then fifteen, but Voldemort would not break the curse. He simply stood there, wand pointed, eyes watching. And underneath all the masks that encircled the raging man, a smirk was hidden under a pair of vicious eyes, dancing with pleasure…watching, never saying a word, just watching.

After 20 long minutes, Voldemort finally broke the curse, and casually sat back down in the chair hidden in the shadows of the house.

Fenrir stared at the blood around him…his blood, and he saw the deep cuts left in his skin from the invisible, white hot knifes, that had only just been there.

He didn't stand up, he couldn't. He didn't have the strength to. Instead he propped himself up on his bleeding knees, and bowed, humbly, to his master saying, "My Lord, I beg you…give me one last chance. Please! Let me show you that my place is here, in the Dark Forces. Allow me the opportunity to gain back my honor."

All heads turned to Voldemort now.

Voldemort seemed to ponder this. He looked at each of his Death Eaters in turn, and then looked at Fenrir, still bowing in his blood.

"You really think you can show me honor again?" Voldemort stood over Fenrir, his eyes staring from inside the shadow of a hood.

"Yes, dear master," Fenrir had trouble standing up, "My honor lies with you."

Voldemort looked at Fenrir deep in the eyes, but he saw no lies behind them, so he turned back to his seat.

"As a matter of fact…" He began, "I do have a mission for you, a very…sinister mission. Voldemort clasped his hands together in delight.

"Now that Christianna is dead," He saw a small pang erupt in Fenrir's eyes, which only delighted him even more. "The jewels will have left for their new heirs."

"What are you saying master?"

Voldemort looked with hunger at Fenrir's willingness to do anything he asked. "Our mission, is to find out who those next heirs are. Who do you think will have the best idea?"

Fenrir pondered this for a minute, then smiled, "The old man, Dumbledore!" he spat the name with a hint of disgust.

"Exactly."

"But what would you have me do exactly, master?"

Voldemort's smile widened so you could see the ugly teeth beneath the hood, "As you know, Christianna wasn't the only of her kind, she was simply the last to die (pang), the last of her generation, the White Healer. Do you remember who was first to die?"

"Of course master, it was my first mission, the night we killed Charles Flamel, the Black Healer, right in front of his father too." He smiled viciously.

Voldemort nodded.

"You are to break into Hogwarts, and find out who Dumbledore believes the Eight Healers are. Once you have them, bring them to me, I'll be waiting for you here. And then we'll plan the real fun!" Voldemort and the others laughed.

"Now go, you'll want to be prepared, and get a few of those scratches cleaned." He mocked silently.

Fenrir turned to go.

"Wait, Fenrir!" Voldemort stopped him, "You do realize, that if at any point you decide to run, betray, or confuse me I will have a few more murders to perform then simply eight murders for eight Healers! Now go!" He shouted suddenly.

Bellatrix Black turned to him, "But master, you cannot trust him, surely he will try to lead us astray! Someone must keep him in line!"

"Bella's right!" A female voice shouted, "He could betray us all at any moment if we do not watch him!"

Voldemort smiled passively, "Do not worry, dear Narcissa, I shall have someone watch him at all times."

Another voice, male this time spoke up, "Then who will it be?"

"Surely not Lucius." A voice shouted,

"What do you have against me?" Lucius retorted,

"You are too young, unlike Holland, Lucius." Another said.

"That's right!" Replied Holland,

" Buzz off, Alisson! He's too old!" Lucius thundered,

"Watch your tongue young one!" A woman said from next to Holland.

"Stay out of this Elaine!" Narcissa defended,

Soon all of the Death Eaters were involved in a big fight!

Finally, Bellatrix screamed, "I WILL GO!" All the others stared at her.

The Dark Lord has said himself that I show great talent on the field. Nor am I too young, or too old. I will watch after Fenrir."

Voldemort smiled at Bellatrix, "Very good Bella, but please, don't help him, simply make sure he won't run off with or without the information.

"I will master." And she darted out after Fenrir.

James laughed silently, as he watched his mother argue, with the house elves helping her organize James' trunk.

He had tried to persuade his mother that he could do it himself, but she had only shook her head and replied, "No, otherwise you'll be expelled from Hogwarts the next day, with all those tricks you'll bring with you. Besides you'll most likely forget something important, like socks, or pajamas, or underwear! No, I will help you pack!"

So here he was 'Out of the way", while his mother 'helped' him pack his trunk.

James' Father walked in, "Honestly Ruby! Are you sending the boy to Hogwarts or the states for a year!"

Ruby stopped rearranging things in the trunk, stood up, and brushed a few of her graying black hairs out of her face.

"Must you scare me like that?" Mrs. Potter scolded.

Mr. Potter chuckled, "I just came by to show James something." He winked.

She moved closer to him, "Already?" she whispered, "I thought you were going to give it to him at the train station tomorrow!"

"Only if you want him haunting the school train…" Mr. Potter smiled sarcastically.

Mrs. Potter saw the sense in this, and nodded, knowing her sons' tricks all too well.

She returned to the trunk before speaking to James, "I better find a place for it then…James go upstairs with your father…we have something for you before you leave tomorrow."

James sprinted after his father, who had gotten a head start up the stairs. He followed his father into his parent's bedroom.

A package lay on the silky blue bedspread, wrapped in sapphire blue paper. His father gestured toward the gift, and James slit the card open with his finger.

Dear James,

We are so proud of you for attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year! We know you will have a great time, and that you will make excellent friends, which you will cherish forever. We love you, and we'll miss you during your time at school. Learn as much as you can, and enjoy your next seven years at school. Have fun with this gift, but use it carefully, your grandfather passed it down to your father when he went to school, so now your father is passing it on to you. It might come in handy! Use it well.

We Love You,

Mum and Dad

James smiled at his dad.

"Go on! Open it!" His Dad joked.

Grinning, James tore off the paper.

"It's an Invisibility cloak!" He exclaimed, putting it over his head, and jumping on his father in a big hug, thus causing the cloak to fall off again.

Mr. Potter staggered back slightly at the jump, but caught himself, and laughed as he squeezed his only son.

"Now," Mr. Potter started, "You have fun with that at school, search every corner, follow every path, until you know Hogwarts backwards, forwards, sideways, up-ways, down-ways, and any other way, with your eyes closed alright?" They chuckled together, and with all his effort Mr. Potter picked up his boy.

"James," he said in James' ear, "I really am proud of you, you're going to make an amazing wizard, you know why?"

James smiled, "Why?"

"Because you're my son!" And the two laughed together, all the way down the Hall.

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