From: taskmaster130667 ()hi , i have to say that your sequel deffenetly a dumb atempt . a sequel shouldcome from the first story and not changes from it.1) ron did not die at the end of the story the lion taimer2) harry did not break up with daphnie3) neville did not kill bellatrix 4) charictor description should be the same as in the last story ( in the liontaimer daphinie had black hair , in lion's pride you give her brown hair and ascar that she did not get in the first story . you have to ether change your facts to corilate with your other story orchange the description as a sequel and give it as just another story - (Taken from the reviews verbatim)
Hi ya Taskmaster, thanks for reading. Since you didn't have a reply link, I'm going to have to do this publicly.
1) Ron DID die in the last story. That's whose funeral the kids were at when Harry dumped Daphne.
2) Harry DID break up with Daphne. It was in the very last chapter…you know, where Ron's funeral took place…
3)Neville DID kill Bellatrix. He stabbed her in the chest with her own dagger.
4) Daphne has brown hair in both stories. Very, very dark brown hair.
My apologies to the rest of you for having to read this conversation. So…how about we get into the story stuff now?
The house seemed empty, except for the laughter that could be heard throughout every room. The laughter came from the courtyard which the house was built around, where five teens were learning the meaning of trust and teamwork at the hands of their pink haired tutor, as two men stood in the open double doors, chuckling as their young charges laughed, and enjoyed themselves at the sheer silliness of their exercises.
In the sitting room, the floo flared up, and Amelia Bones shouts carried out through the Flamel House. Remus with his heighten sense of hearing, was the first to respond, with Sirius following hot on his friend's heels. They had truly hated to tear themselves away from watching Tonks run the teens through their team building exercises, as the Auror had thought that the kids would truly enjoy an afternoon of fun.
While they had enjoyed watch all the kids, both men were focused mostly on Harry, the one link they had to James and Lily Potter, two people who had meant so much to them, and had been taken away far too soon. Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black had carried on a rather hushed conversation, both commenting on how truly good it was to see the young man, who had suffered so much, and had never really known innocence as any other child, to be acting his age. Harry and his girlfriend were almost constantly smiling, and laughing. Harry joked with Daphne, Neville, Hermione, and Tracey, and even got into a few wrestling matches with Neville, or Daphne, the later of which he lost badly.
The insistent and rather harried voice of their new leader tore them away from enjoying the teens being just what they were, kids. Upon seeing Amelia's face, both men realized that if she were contacting them, something big was about to happen.
"Amelia, What's going on?" Remus asked.
"I need you both, and Tonks to join us at Headquarters right away. We've gotten some information about a Death Eater raid, and we're going to try and stop it."
"I'll go let the kids know, and get Tonks." Remus said, rising to his feet. Sirius nodded.
"Will I be participating…" Sirius began, but Amelia cut him off.
"Yes. I also have a few matters to discuss with you, but they'll have to wait. Sirius, listen to me carefully. If Pettigrew is there tonight, I need you to put aside your personal feelings, and take him alive. Are we clear?"
Sirius nodded his understanding, though his eyes burned with hatred for the fat man who'd been the cause of Harry's parents deaths. Unfortunately, he was also the only way he could be completely cleared. Amelia had explained that she could not pardon him and be done with it. The Wizengamont would over rule her decision in the first place, and secondly, the whole of the wizarding world needed to know beyond any doubt that it had not been Sirius who had betrayed James and Lily.
"Stand back, Amelia." Remus said as he and Tonks returned to the sitting room, with Harry and the others right behind. Remus was the first to step into the flames, calling out his destination. Tonks followed, leaving Sirius to give the teens some last minute instruction.
"Hopefully we won't be to late tonight. I'm trusting all of you to behave." He gave a pointed look to Harry and Daphne in particular. "Stay in the house, please. And keep on your guard. We're unplotttable, and under the fidelius charm, but, you can't be too careful."
"Stay safe." Harry said, a bit of resentment in his tone. Sirius knew that Harry likely wanted to come along and help in the fight. Sirius could see clearly that the other teens felt the same about being forced to stay behind. Given how hard they had been training, he understood their resentment.
Sirius clasped Harry's shoulder, and his face softened. "Soon enough you'll all have to fight, but it's not your time just yet. Everyone is aware how capable you are, no one is doubting that. We just want to protect you as long as we can. So, as much as you hate it, try to be understanding."
Harry nodded solemnly, and Sirius patted his shoulder before he followed Remus and Tonks through the fireplace.
Upon arriving at the Black Family Home, Sirius could not help be a bit overwhelmed. He had never seen it so full of order members. Ever since Amelia had taken over leadership, their numbers had swelled. It was impressive how well she balanced her public face as the interim Minister of Magic, and the head of a vigilante force. Sirius wondered not for the first time if it was her tough stance against the Death Eaters that made people want to fight with her, as opposed to Dumbledore's rather soft outlook.
Sirius was pulled from his thoughts as Amelia called the meeting to order.
"Now that everyone is here, we can begin." Amelia Bones said loudly, silencing the gathered. "Severus has provided us with information on three potential attacks for tonight. Severus, if you would…"
Snape rose from his chair and took a long breath. Sirius noticed how tired his school rival looked. As much as he truly hated Snape, he respected the man for putting his life on the line to bring them the information that would hopefully save more than a few lives. At the same time, a very childish part of Sirius wondered how truly loyal to the Order, Snape actually was.
"The Dark Lord is frustrated. His inability to be rid of the Potter boy is becoming something more than obsession. I think that he feels that there are many who do not recognize his immense power. That I believe is why he is planning to attack three targets tonight. Or rather, his followers are going to attack three targets. Two are muggle communities, where some wizarding families reside. He is targeting Muggleborns, as we all expected. These attacks are only distractions, I think. The third attack is to be on Diagon Alley. He is sending Rudolphus LeStrange to lead this operation, and I do not know the purpose."
"Severus, Do you have any theories?" Dumbledore asked from Amelia's left. Snape bowed his head wearily and gave a great sigh.
"I do. The Dark Lord has become obsessed with Wand Lore. I think he may be planning to abduct Ollivander."
There were murmurs throughout the kitchen, where the meeting was taking place, and Sirius felt the same thing he was sure they all felt. Confusion. Amelia stood up, and thanked Snape for the report before silencing everyone so she could give out orders.
"As you can all guess, I do not plan to let Voldemort accomplish his plans." There was a small wave of shivering as the Minister spoke the name. Sirius noticed it was far smaller than what he was used to seeing, and hoped that this might be a change that caught on. If fewer and fewer people feared the name, possibly more people would stand against him, and the war would end sooner.
"We are going to split into three groups, and stop each of these attacks, and we have very little time in which to move. Bill, and Arthur Weasley have been making emergency portkeys for everyone, in case you are incapacitated. They will bring you right back here where healers will be waiting."
The were some murmurings, but Amelia cleared her throat, getting their attentions again.
"If you can take prisoners, do so. There will be Aurors in each group, who will take charge of prisoners. However, if you do not believe you'll be able to subdue any Death Eaters, then don't hesitate. I must caution all of you. We are looking to take Peter Pettigrew into custody, so if you see him, do NOT kill him. He must be taken alive, are we clear?"
Everyone nodded, and Amelia gave a soft smile. She then began assigning people to one of the three groups, being led by Mad-Eye Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and herself. She made a point to put Sirius in her group as her partner, which Sirius found intriguing.
Fifteen minutes later, disguised as a married couple doing some late shopping, Sirius and Amelia strode down Diagon Alley. Amelia had done a fine job with glamour charms to disguise Sirius and herself. Sirius now had close cropped auburn hair and beard. His tattoos were all gone, and Remus had even commented how respectable his friend looked. Amelia had replaced her monocle with a pair of dark rimmed glasses, and her hair was now bright blonde.
They walked down the Alley, hand in hand, looking for all the world as a care free couple, browsing shops and stalls. Sirius could not stop grinning, as he was so thrilled to be out and about in the world, not to mention the anticipation of some real action.
""When you said I'd be your partner for the evening, I had thought you meant I'd be backing you up. If you'd wanted to hold hands, all you had to do was ask me."
"Ever the charmer." Amelia chuckled, her eyes scanning the passing people for any known Death Eaters. "You know, I never forgot how you tried to ask me out in your second year."
"What could I say, You were every boys daydream back then. I had to try and get your attentions, even if you were a seventh year. I thought I might have a real shot as you were a Hufflepuff." Sirius replied.
"Perhaps soaking me with a water balloon wasn't the best way to get my attentions."
"I agree, it wasn't very well thought out." Sirius grinned. "But what do you expect from a twelve year old. I did get much better at getting the attentions of the opposite sex."
"So I've heard." Amelia commented, Pretending to be interested in a display of robes in a window. "You gained quite a reputation for your exploits during your school years, not to mention how you handled yourself in Auror training. It's a shame that you lost your head and went after Pettigrew. You'd have made one hell of an Auror."
"James was family." Sirius responded. "Would you have thought clearly in that same situation. Besides, once we get that Rat, everyone will know that I really am innocent."
Amelia turned to look at him, with a wry smile on her face. She playfully patted his cheek as she spoke. "They'll know that you're not guilty of betraying your friends, or killing those muggles. But you're far from innocent, and we both know that."
"Are you flirting with me?" Sirius asked, taken aback, and actually enjoying the banter with Amelia.
"Ollivander has a customer." The Minister pointed out, changing the subject.
Dejected, Sirius glanced over his shoulder, and saw that indeed two men had entered the shop. He also saw two more men standing up the street a bit, one of whom, he recognized.
"That's Avery." Sirius said. Amelia followed his gaze and saw the Death Eater, trying to look as inconspicuous as she and Sirius were trying to be.
"Did you see who went into the shop?" She asked, and Sirius had to shake his head.
"Think we should take a look?" Sirius asked. Amelia thought for just a second before nodding. Together they drew their wands and marched towards the wand shop. Just as they reached the door, chaos exploded around them.
Screams erupted as several curses flew through the air, smashing into buildings, and blowing craters in the street. All around Sirius and Amelia, people began running in all directions. The flurry of movement made it difficult to see where the spells were coming from. They were forced to take cover behind a large sign for a sale on potion supplies.
"This isn't going to hold very long." Sirius remarked.
"We need to get inside the shop, before they get away!" Amelia shouted over the noise. Sirius didn't hesitate. He was moving as fast as he could right towards Ollivander's shop, kicking the door down. Both he, and Madam Bones stormed inside to find themselves ducking out of the path of two killing curses.
"Please help!" Ollivander cried out. There was a soft thud, and Sirius chanced a peek over the counter to see the old man doubled over, while a man he didn't recognize stood over him. The other man aimed his wand at the counter, and Sirius ducked just in time to avoid a blasting hex. The counter erupted in splinters.
"Greetings Rudolphus!" Sirius called out. "Been a long time. Sorry to hear about your wife's passing."
"Who are you?" Rudolphus LeStrange asked angrily. He had once been a very suave, and handsome individual. He, not unlike Lucius Malfoy, had been very well thought of in the wizarding world, thanks to his family name, and the large amounts of gold he used to get his way. However, the years in Azkaban had robbed him of his looks, and the Wizengamont had ceased all his family assets upon his conviction.
He was a rather imposing figure, despite his long years in prison. His once luscious mane of midnight black hair now hung in graying thin strands in front of his gaunt face. His eyes were sunken, much as Sirius own had been, though Rudolphus' were filled with murderous anger. Sirius remembered Dumbledore bringing Neville to the Flamel House, and explaining Rudolphus' vendetta against he boy.
"Is that Black? Sirius Black? Well, what a surprise! Dumbledore finally let you off the chain, then? And who's that with you? Another blood traitor, or just some mudblood trollop?"
"You're not getting out of here alive." Sirius shouted, trying to position himself for a strike. He was sure that Rudolphus was just waiting for him to peek out again. Sirius knew he and Amelia were pinned down where they were. Fortunately, The Death Eaters only had one way out of the shop, and it meant coming past them.
"It's not too late, Black. The Dark Lord would welcome you, Black. The world is about to change, are you sure you want to be on the losing side?"
"Keep him talking." Amelia whispered. Sirius saw that she had gotten her feet under her, and was edging along the counter, trying to get a good look at their adversaries. Sirius guessed that the other members of the order were still locked in combat with the Death Eaters if the explosions and screams were any indication.
"I don't thinks so." Sirius remarked. "I understand the health plan is shite!"
"REDUCTO!"
Sirius ducked down, and felt Amelia flatten herself on the floor as more of the counter disintegrated. Sirius took advantage and sent a couple of stunners around the corner. He heard one of the men give a grimace, and wondered if he'd managed to hit him.
"Clown shoes, Black. Why not try and aim!" Rudolphus taunted. "If you let us get out of here, I promise to kill you quickly."
"Not much incentive for us."
Amelia jumped up and fired a wave of spells, causing Rudolphus and his partner to scramble for cover. Sirius leaned around the corner, and thinking quickly, summoned Ollivander to him. The old man, looking quite surprised to find himself sliding across the floor.
"NO!" Rudolphus screamed, and fired a cutting curse at Sirius, who scrambled back around the corner. He heard the old man crash on the other side of the counter, and could hear him whimper. Two more curses slammed into the floor right next to him, and Sirius had to scramble back.
"I almost had him." Sirius said to Amelia.
"On two." Amelia said, and she counted down. She shot up, firing off spells towards the shelves of wands, where the Death Eaters took cover. Sirius took aim, and with a shout of "DIFFINDO!" was rewarded with a shout of pain, and the sight of Rudoplphus' buddy's hand being ripped up.
"Hey Rudy! My aim seems to be improving." Sirius shouted merrily.
The man stumbled stupidly on his feet, in shock of what had just happened, which allowed for Amelia to stun the man. Both of them took cover again as Rudolphus came out from behind his hiding spot, firing a volley of very nasty spells. They could hear him coming closer, and Sirius knew he ad to act if they were going to get the old wandmaker out of there.
Sirius jumped up and over the counter, hoping to surprise the Death Eater, but was hit in the face with a Revulsion Jinx, which launched him right through the storefront window and back into the alley.
He landed hard on the cobblestone street, his back screaming in agony. He noticed that the alley was much quieter than it had been moments before, and he heard shouts of people running towards him. He turned his head quickly and saw that Remus and Tonks were both running towards him.
Cursing, Sirius got to his feet, planning on heading back into the store, but stopped when Amelia stepped out, looking thoroughly defeated.
"They got him. Rudolphus took him. He had a portkey."
Draco shuddered uncontrollably as he beheld the sight before him. He'd been summoned to the dining hall of Malfoy Manor, along with other Death Eaters. He had known there was to be attacks, but he had not been allowed to go along.
So, he'd returned to his preparations for the coming year. Voldemort didn't care to hear the reports of that evening's operations. He had only wished to divide the Order and the Ministry's forces. It had succeeded. Before him knelt the frail form of the man who had sold him his wand so many, many years ago.
"Mr. Ollivander. I am most privileged to have you before me this evening. I have quite a few questions for you, but it must wait for now.
Draco had been spending every waking moment reading every book in the family library. He was also reading up on ways to repair magical items. His new master had instructed him to repair a magical vanishing cabinet which resided within Hogwarts. Lord Voldemort himself, had informed him of its existence, and how to get into the room where it resided.
According to the Dark Lord, another cabinet was in the possession of that slime ball Borgin in Knockturn alley. He had been informed to keep it safe, and not sell it, or he would suffer the consequences.
He'd also been receiving special instruction from several high ranking Death Eaters. His mother had started to hover about him. Many times when he'd thought he was alone, he would look up from his books to see her lingering in the doorway, simply watching him.
Draco had taken to ignoring it, as whenever he asked what she wanted, she would say nothing, and walk away, only to appear a bit later, just staring. It was most disturbing, but he was now able to shut it out of his mind. He had learned focus, and he could not wait to get back into Hogwarts to show the lesser wizards what he was truly capable of.
Now, however, all of his daydreams, and fantasies of revenge, and dominance were washed away by the feeble cries of a broken down old man, who hung helplessly in the air, spinning for all of the Death Eaters to see. The man who had sold nearly everyone in the room their wands. Ollivander.
"I am most pleased Rudolphus. Most pleased. Let it never be said that Lord Voldemort does not reward for success. You shall lead my forces into Hogwarts when Young Malfoy as succeeded in his mission. You shall have Neville Longbottom for yourself.
Rudolphus LeStrange bowed low before his master, a wicked smile on his sinister face. Malfoy had received tutelage from LeStrange, and though it had been informative, Draco found the man to be disgusting. His flesh crawled whenever the man spoke, and he felt his stomach turn with every syllable.
"I shall help the boy in anyway I can, My Lord. I know how important this task to be, though I do not know what it is." Rudolphus said.
"You will do no such thing!" Voldemort hissed. "The task is Malloy's alone." Voldemort turned his sinister red eyes to the young scion of the name Malfoy. "I trust you have been working hard to prepare for your return to Hogwarts?"
Draco gulped and nodded. He couldn't understand the power his new master had to make him feel insignificant and weak whenever he stood before his master. Was it just the power The Dark Lord radiated, or was it something else? A curse upon all who carried the Mark? He needed to learn it. He wanted to feel the superiority he knew his master must feel. He craved it. It was like a drug.
Draco caught his mother's eye from across the room, her eyes glistening in the firelight. It was then that something clicked in his mind. He now knew why she stared at him. She was worried for him. She didn't think he was capable.
Anger boiled up in his chest.
"She thinks I'm soft. She thinks I'm weak. I'll show her. I'll show everyone of them. I'm going to do it. I'm going to prove that I'm not to be trifled with. I'm going to kill Albus Dumbledore, and the old coot won't even see it coming."
Albus Dumbledore finally returned to his office, well past two in the morning. He was very tired. There had been surprisingly few injuries from that night's operations. Dumbledore was never more pleased of his decision to step down as the leader of the Order. His policy of never taking lives had proven to be a great weakness, and had cost the Order dearly in the past.
Amelia Bones understood war better than he did, it seemed. By allowing the members of the Order to use whatever means necessary to stop their enemies, so many more lives had been saved.
The Ministry was still quite busy, so far as he knew, as many muggles had seen the battles in Canterbury and York, and the alleviators had more than a few memories to alter. Unfortunately, hey had suffered a terrible defeat. Ollivander had been taken, despite their efforts. Amelia was still kicking herself for no having more people in Diagon Alley. They had managed to kill three Death Eaters and capture one in the end, but that had not been their goal. It was also quite clear they would get nothing from the Death Eater, as she was very young, and was quite likely not given much information.
The other two operations had gone very well. Moody's group had killed nearly every Death Eater. According to Moody only one of the "blighters" had managed to escape. His group had suffered no casualties, and the worst wound was a scratch suffered by a rater frightened cat. Dumbledore was sure that Bill Weasley would not hear the end of that for a while.
Kingsley's group had been less successful. It looked as if Ravenclaw House had suffered the loss of one of it's star students. The entire Brocklehurst family had been slain only a moment or two before the Order arrived. Dumbledore's heart broke as he thought of the promising young witch who Professor Flitwick had spoken so highly of this past year.
With a great sigh, the Headmaster of Hogwarts sat behind his desk, and retrieved an envelope from one of the drawers on his desk. Opening the large envelope, Dumbledore began reviewing the parchment, with a heavy heart.
He had been quite busy of late in preparation for what he knew was now inevitable. He had always understood it was just the way of things, and that he was not beyond nature's reach. Yet, knowing that his own end was nearing was a bit disconcerting somehow. Maybe it was that he'd been in this world for so long that he had trouble imagining what it would be like not to experience it any longer. Maybe it was all the regrets he had over all the mistakes he had made in this life. Or maybe, it was that he knew that no matter what, he would not succeed in ending Lord Voldemort's reign of terror.
It was going to fall to Harry Potter to do what he, Albus Dumbledore would not accomplish. Oh, Dumbledore was not about to give up. He fully intended to do all he could to make the burden easier on the boy, but in his heart, Albus knew that he was going to fail in ridding the world of Voldemort's horcruxes.
He still had no way of discovering exactly what the remaining horcruxes were, and where they might be. He felt he was close to learning the location of one, though he still had many places to look.
Harry and his friends were progressing quite well, and Harry would be given serious instruction once school began. Dumbledore had decided to wait until Harry was back at Hogwarts to begin teaching him spell work. It felt it would be easier to hide Harry's advance education then. However, He was going to start showing him all the information about the Horcruxes in the coming weeks. He was also considering allowing Harry's young friends to see all he'd collected. Perhaps their young eyes might see something he had missed.
Fawkes gave a soft trill, and Albus looked up with a faint smile.
"Am I doing enough, old friend? Can I do any more?" He asked thrilling red bird, who cocked its head in question. Dumbledore smirked, and shook his head slowly. He turned back to the parchment in his hands, and with another great sigh, folded it back up, and slipped it back into the envelope.
He would send it to Gringotts in the morning. There was still much to do, and this was only one small detail. At the moment, however, he was quite tired. His bed was calling to him, and he was not going deny himself a nice peaceful rest. Tomorrow, he would go to the Flamel House, and begin Harry's education about Lord Voldemort.
Lord Voldemort sat alone in the room he'd taken for himself in Malfoy Manor. The Master suite was very elegantly decorated, likely by Narcissa herself. The woman had exceptional taste, and was a vision to look upon. Though lately, she no longer looked upon him with the worship she once had. Likely she was worried for her child. Such a waste. Draco was no more gifted than his fool of a father, though, Lucius did have his uses, and the Malfoys were swimming in gold.
Voldemort brushed those thoughts aside. He had too many questions which needed answers, all of them surrounding the enigma that was Harry Potter. The boy had proven to be more than lucky. It was as if fate was guiding the boy. No child could be as lucky as Potter appeared to be. The boy managed to escape his clutches so many times, the Dark Lord was now convinced that the Prophecy held some kind of truth to it. Perhaps Potter would be the one who would be his end.
"If only Lucius had gotten the prophecy." Voldemort snarled softly.
He shared too much in common with the boy. Their wand cores, for one. How astronomical were the odds that out of every wizard ever born, potter would be the one destined for the twin to his own wand? They were both orphans, though admittedly, the Dark Lord had been the reason Potter had no parents. Why couldn't the mudblood witch simply stand aside?
Given all he now understood of the boy, Voldemort was beginning to wonder it fate itself was not trying to intervene with his destiny. Was this nature's way of balancing the world? If so, why not someone more powerful? More capable, than this child?
Voldemort pondered this for a few moments. Something had changed in recent weeks. Ever since he had discovered that he shared a mental link with the boy, Voldemort had been monitoring it. However, after what happened at the Ministry when he had tried to possess the boy and had suffered serious agony, he had closed the link, using his Occlumency shields, yet he still managed to feel the link. After that it had been nothing more significant that a buzzing in the back of his great mind.
But now, he no longer felt it. Severus had hypothesized that the boy had perhaps managed to employ Occlumency against his lord. Voldemort had then asked how that was possible, as Severus had told him that Potter had not been able to even grasp the concepts before. Snape had responded that he was receiving instruction from Dumbledore now.
Something else was weighing heavily on the Dark Lord's mind. Ever since he'd been resurrected, something was different. His power, while still immense, was not what it had once been. Before he'd very nearly been destroyed fifteen years ago, he'd positively hummed with magic. Yet, now, in this new body, he no longer vibrated with the power he'd so coveted. It had been most noticeable that night he had fought Dumbledore.
He should have beaten the old wizard. It should not have lasted as long as it did, nor should it have been so evenly matched. He was the superior wizard, in every way. Yet, Dumbledore had very nearly bested him. Thankfully, the old man still refused to take a life. That had been his edge.
Still, the concern lingered. First his noticeable decrease in power, and now, the loss of his connection to Potter. Despite what Snape said, Voldemort knew it was not simply Occlumency. Something was wrong, and all the Dark Lord could think of was something had gone wrong in the ritual. It had to be the explanation.
Wormtail, as useless as he was, had performed the ritual perfectly. So it had to be something else. Something he had overlooked. Something he had not foreseen. But what could it be?
And then the answer came to him. In a moment of utter clarity, the memory of that night came to him. Of the fear…No. no, the uncertainty that everything would go right. Of the waiting in that boiling putrid liquid as he waited for Wormtail to perform his duty.
First, the bone from his filthy muggle father. That one dark secret he held so close to his chest. No one could ever suspect he was less than what he appeared to be. He could never lose the faith of his followers. He'd lied to Wormtail, telling him his father had been a very powerful wizard, but had been too forgiving of muggles, and it had been his undoing.
Next came the sacrifice that the Dark Lord was sure Wormtail would be unable to perform, and yet, the coward had done it. He had cut off his own hand for his master. His servant had willing given part of himself to resurrect his lord, and Voldemort had repaid him for his loyalty by providing him a new hand, one which would be able to help him finish what 'd started with the Potters. The end of those silly Marauders.
And finally, the blood of his enemy. The blood of Harry Potter. The blood in which ran a very powerful protective charm that had saved the brat many times over. That blood would now protect him now.
But now he knew that it wasn't. The very thing he had thought he needed, Potter's blood, which was infused with the protective magic that had nearly destroyed him all those years ago, that was what must be wrong. He had unwittingly doomed himself by using Potter's blood. It must be the answer to his dilemma.
Voldemort rose from his chair and began to pace. That had to be it. The ancient magic which Potter's mud blood mother had invoked to protect the child was very slowly working against him. How could he have not seen this? How could he have not anticipated this? Potter's blood was supposed to strengthen him, and allow him the ability to kill the boy, and now it appeared that it would kill him after all.
No, he was not going to let the brat destroy him. He would find the answer to this enigma. Every problem had a resolution. He had gone farther than anyone before him in to the mysteries of magic. He would go further still, and become even more powerful than anyone before him. It was his destiny.