Here's another Chapter. I'm really enjoying writing this, so I'm glad that I didn't stop. Let me know if you like where this is going, ok?
Belatrix reached the landing above Honeydukes; where there were three doors leading off into other rooms.
All three were locked – locked in a way that Alohomora wouldn't work against.
She scowled. The effect, surprisingly, made her face look more beautiful than it had before. She was not happy, and did not like being outsmarted by some Village Idiots who ran a Sweet Shop!
These doors were heavy and reinforced – it would be very difficult to blow these apart, even with magic.
Resigning to the fact that she wouldn't have the pleasure of being able to murder them by hand, she walked back down the stairs and through the shop, out into the chilly evening breeze. The sun had set by now, which gave the many Death Eaters that were running around in the street an even darker, sinister look than they had had before.
She turned on the spot, as if preparing to disapperate, but stopped at 180 degrees. She raised her wand and pointed it at the Shop from which she had just come.
"Incendio" she cackled as bright orange flames shot out of the end of her wand and set the shop ablaze.
"Well, I suppose that it's a little warmer now" she said to herself as she walked away, the many Death Eaters around her cheering and whistling.
"Master" murmured Snape, as he bent low to kiss the hem of Lord Voldemort's cloak.
Wormtail did the same and then when they had both stood back up again, he spoke to them.
"Good work. My thanks go out to both of you for a job well done! Lucius and Narsissa will join us soon. They have business with Draco first, but they have assured me that they will not be late, and that this is important to the plan."
He looked around himself and noticed that Belatrix was not there. He wanted to see her, as he knew that, no matter what he said, it was her who did most of the work. She didn't just boss everybody around, like Snape. She didn't just walk around looking important, like Wormtail. No, she was special. She was a rare find!
He was about to ask of her whereabouts when he saw her walking up the road towards him. She had undoubtedly being doing something that she found highly amusing, as she was wearing a small, smug smirk. That was rare, he knew.
He didn't need to ask her what she had done. He didn't even need to use Occlumency to find it out. There was a colossal column of black smoke rising high above the village. He inwardly laughed. Of course, he never laughed out loud, except when it was directed at somebody. It wasn't in his nature.
This was the first time that she had seen him for over half a year. He looked (dare she think it) weaker than he had before. Before this, he had had the air of a God, an almighty being that could not be vanquished. Now he merely looked mortal. The difference, she knew, could not be seen, but she could somehow sense it in him.
"Splendid. He said upon seeing her. "And here's Lucius and Narsissa" he carried on, as they walked up to them, having just apparated from their home to little further down the road from where they stood.
"We have explained to Draco what you want from him, Master" whispered Lucius as he bent down to kiss his hem.
"Good. Everything is going as planned! Now that everyone is here, we can begin the next part of the plan." He turned to Snape. "Go to the Giant Camp and tell them to begin the approach through the Forest. The Dementors will go through with the Trolls later."
"Yes, Master" he said, and disappeared. Voldemort turned to Wormtail.
"Have all of the buildings been checked for survivors?" he asked.
"Everything except "The Three Broomsticks" and the interior of the boarded-up Joke Shop" replied Wormtail.
Belatrix, registered the look of impatience on her Master's face, and decided to act quickly.
"We will check them now" she said. "I will check the Joke Shop, you check the Tavern" she ordered Wormtail. He turned to leave, as did she, but not before she saw her Master turn to the Malfoys and begin to talk to them quietly.
"I need to discuss with both of you the importance of the plan that we three have put together. It is vital that it work simultaneously with the siege…"
She knew that it was none of her business, and respected her Master enough to not listen to his private conversations, though she could not help but feel saddened that he did not trust her with knowledge of the plan. If it was indeed so important, then surely she could help.
Wormtail did not take kindly to been bossed around by Snape, but to be told what to do by Belatrix Lestrange was almost unbearable. "Never mind" he thought to himself as he entered the Pub which he had known so well in his youth, " She is just one more person on whom to get revenge when my perfect plan goes ahead. It would leave him as Voldemort's most loyal and trusted servant, whom he would talk to and treat as a man, not a rat. Maybe even a friend.
He saw that nobody was in the main part of the Pub. After checking behind the Bar and upstairs, he began to walk down to the Cellar.
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