Tom Riddle had never felt that he filled the position of Lord Voldemort more than he did in this moment. He was winning! The Elder wand - the most powerful wand - was resting in his hands and had accustomed itself to him and his magic. It was a dream come true. Everything that happened now, could only get better.
"You shouldn't let the power go to your head," Nagini warned and Voldemort rolled his eyes, turning to look at his familiar with the wand still in hand. "You may have the head start on the victory, and all may look wonderful, but you may not reach the finishing line."
"Aren't you supposed to support me, Nagini?" Voldemort asked curiously, tilting his head to the side as he looked at the large snake. She flicked her tongue out at him and he grinned his sickly smile of amusement. "I understand where you're coming from, pet," he told her. "Truly, I do. But they are unaware of what my horcruxes are, Dumbledore is dead! Hogwarts and Azkaban are in my possession and the Ministry is under my thumb. Potter is on the run and every day that passes, a new mudblood is handed in to our ranks for some fun. Where could we possibly go wrong?"
He didn't wait for her to answer and stalked out of the room, summoning Alecto, Amycus and Severus from Hogwarts to talk about a new punishment regime that he knew the siblings would adore in the school.
"By underestimating our enemy," Nagini hissed in the empty room. "Potter won't stand for this."
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