~ Chapter Four ~
Ciaran was currently sitting on the edge of his bed while he unpacked the remainder of his belongings.
The past three days had been very busy. Every spare minute was spent unpacking everything that had been brought from Riddle Manor and learning their way around the Citadel. He didn't have much trouble with that since the walls were lined with snake carvings that willingly aided the heir of their great master. For everyone else finding their way through the maze like castle was terrible. Many of the Death Eaters had taken to walking the halls in groups in case they lost their way. Then at least they wouldn't be alone.
The move had been very fast paced for safety reasons according to his father. Within ten minutes the Death Eaters had returned to the throne room kneeling before the Dark Lord even the ones who had homes to return to. No one appeared ready to leave their Lord to fend for himself which proved how loyal they truly were. He didn't know whether to feel proud that his grandfather brought this noble trait out in them or to feel horrified that they would do anything, even risking their lives, for him. Even now he was uncertain.
Everything of value had been shrunk and was now carried on their person. Nothing incriminating would be left behind for Aurors or most likely the Order to find. Voldemort reassured them all though that the wards would take at least a week of nonstop work to break down completely so it left them plenty of time to turn the manor back into its original muggle heritage much to everyone's horror. They hadn't realized they were meeting in a muggle home until then.
With everything packed and ready to move. The Dark Lord gave his instructions to his devoted followers.
"You shall wait here until I call. As per usual you will apparate to my location from the mark. Come Ciaran." Voldemort instructed holding out his right arm. Ciaran silently cringed, he despised apparition.
"What about father?" Ciaran whispered noticing that his father was nowhere in sight. He realized that he had just shocked the Death Eaters. They weren't use to others speaking parseltongue.
"He is already there. Now come."
Ciaran reluctantly moved towards him and grasped his grandfather's right arm in a tight grip. He knew what was going to happen and he really didn't want to be dragged through the piping again but this was the only way. His grandfather pulled him into a half-hug before apparating them out of the throne room and into a large stone hall. Ciaran leant heavily on his grandfather as the nausea rose again and groaned. He was positive that he wouldn't be hexed since Marvolo seemed keen on the contact for reasons Ciaran had yet to figure out.
It confused him that Marvolo kept his loyal followers and even his father at arm's length both physically and emotionally yet when it came to him, the Dark Lord treasured both. It didn't feel awkward to be leaning into the embrace even if this man had tried to kill him on numerous occasions. He didn't even think on it. Not that he was complaining he had never been this close to a person before and he felt as if his grandfather knew this. They both needed the contact.
Once he had calmed enough to stand Voldemort led him through the castle and opened heavy double doors onto yet another throne room even grander than the one back in Riddle Manor. All Ciaran could do was roll his eyes at the obvious Slytherin decorations though he had to admit that the room was comfortable especially since it was Slytherin Citadel. He noticed that his father was already waiting patiently for them and immediately relaxed. When they were both seated Nagini slithered in out of nowhere and wrapped comfortingly around Ciaran much to Marvolo's amusement. He enjoyed that his grandson was content with his familiar.
"Welcome to your true home, Ciaran." Nagini greeted. Ciaran nodded, stroking Nagini's head.
"Severus step forward."
Severus stepped forward and produced his left arm bearing the Dark Mark for his Lord. Delicately, Voldemort pressed his wand onto the mark and watched as it turned black. The Death Eaters apparated immediately to his side since they were waiting eagerly for him to call.
"Everyone who is remaining here permanently unpack what has been bought. The others may return home. You are all dismissed." Marvolo ordered without a second thought.
Voldemort turned to Ciaran and explained quietly that he was going to join his father in the potion labs, unpacking ingredients. Ciaran smiled and nodded before moving towards his father. The numerous boxes were already stacked to one side and had to be lifted instead of levitated in case they were broken and the ingredients wasted. He picked up two of the lighter boxes knowing that he wouldn't be able to lift two of the heavier ones not with his physique. His father picked up a few of the heavier one and they left the hall without a word.
Ciaran had felt the eyes of all Death Eaters upon him as he was led from the hall. They knew that he was special since their master had willingly touched him. None of them invoked such trust in their master and they were genuinely curious as to who the young boy was. All they knew was his name was Ciaran though which didn't help when Ciaran knew that half of them desired to hex him and ask questions later. The other half were curious as to where he had come from and what his purpose was. He decided to ignore them though. Marvolo wouldn't allow him to be hurt by any Death Eater.
Once all the boxes were in the potions labs his father had left him to unpack them. Ciaran agreed knowing that his father had other dark objects from Spinner's End that he had to unpack before the ingredients. It had taken the remainder of the day to unpack all of the objects they had brought from Riddle Manor since most of them were cursed dark objects. They still had yet to tackle the numerous book collections that belonged to his grandfather.
The only person who had spoken to him apart from Nagini, Severus and Marvolo was Lucius for some reason. Not that he truly cared but he did think it was weird. Lucius had decided to help him unpack the boxes of potion ingredients that belonged to his father. To say it had been awkward to begin with was an understatement. Neither had desired to talk yet they didn't want any silence either.
When his father had come to collect him for something else, he had left willingly with an unspoken thank you to Lucius for the aid though he suspected that Lucius wanted something from him since he was present.
That had been three days ago. Now he was unpacking his belongings in his room across the hall from his grandfather's private rooms deep in Slytherin Castle. Not many people were allowed near these rooms which Ciaran was thankful for. It meant that he was alone and could think about the hectic days he had lived since leaving the Dursley's. To say he was confused was the understatement of the year.
Practically a week ago he was alone in the world. Sure he had people around him but hardly any of them actually knew anything about him. They didn't know about the abuse he suffered at the hands of his so called 'family'. No one knew that he desperately desired to allow the hat a resort like it wanted to over the years. He wanted a snake familiar since they were always interesting to talk to. Yet that wouldn't be allowed since he was in the lion house. The expectations of him were always so high.
Then there were the people that did know.
Most of the people who knew that he was abused did nothing about it. All his desires about Slytherin were pushed aside as they forced Gryffindor tendencies upon him. He had to rush into danger without thinking and put those close to him in constant danger, then when it was crunch time find the most ridiculous way of getting them out of danger. Ciaran laughed bitterly at that thought. How he wished that he could have saved Sirius' life. How he wished that for once he had listened to his Slytherin instincts and not gone…
Ciaran shook his head. He couldn't get lost in thoughts about Sirius. The amount of galleons he had in Gringotts vaults couldn't change the outcome of that battle. He only hoped that Moony didn't blame him for losing Sirius. Deep down he knew that he wasn't to blame but he needed to hear it from someone else before he began to believe it himself. Moony was the only one he wanted to hear it from. He would tell him the truth. Not that others hadn't tried.
Only five people actually cared. Surprisingly they were people he wouldn't have normally thought possible. Neville and Luna were the two he had recently added to his 'care' list. They had accompanied him to the Department of Mysteries even if they really didn't have any obligation to. They hadn't really known each other that long but they had still fought with him. Both had been understanding of his loss and knew what it was like so they could easily comfort him unlike Granger and Weasel. For that he was grateful. They would support him in any way possible.
The next on his list were Fred and George. He had trusted them enough after fourth year to give them the Triwizard winnings. They had both supported him when their brother was being a prick during the year and he couldn't help but wonder why they had done it. He believed it was because they could see past his 'Golden Boy' persona to actually see him, Harry – well Ciaran. They were loyal because he was simply someone that they easily understood which was probably why they didn't play pranks on him as well.
Surprisingly the first person who had ever comforted him had been Charlie Weasley. Charlie soothed his emotions and thoughts. He understood and could easily spot the abuse that he suffered every year at the hands of the Dursley's. For that he was extremely grateful for. He had met Charlie before his fourth year and was happy that someone had spotted what others couldn't. Charlie was always there when he needed him the most and turned up at the oddest of occasions like he knew that Ciaran was in pain. There was so much that Charlie had done for Ciaran that he would never be able to repay him not that Charlie desired to be repaid.
These five people were the beginning of a now growing list which included Marvolo, Severus, Nagini and Lucius. He just prayed that by the end of the year it would have grown even more with the change he was going through.
Ciaran stood. Maybe he could go to the library? He needed to get away from his thoughts and his homework was already complete since he had nothing else to do during his stay at the Dursley's when he was locked away in his room. Yes the library sounded like and excellent idea.
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"Dumbledore have there been any leads yet?"
The Order of the Phoenix was gathered in the Great Hall at Hogwarts where there current headquarters were located. Grimmauld Place wasn't allowing them entry even if they knew where it was. Albus suspected that Sirius left the house to Harry and since he was missing the house wasn't allowing anyone in until it was claimed by the next owner. That caused many problems. The first problem being that many of their plans were in the house and couldn't be reached. Without their plans they couldn't accurately protect the people from the Dark Lord since their rosters were also amongst the plans.
The second was Kreacher. The house elf could tell any member of the Black family that the house was vacant and had been used by 'filthy mudbloods and blood traitors'. He could reveal that it was headquarters and all their plans would be ruined. Not only would their headquarters be lost but the numerous Dark Arts pieces would be used against them. This summer was definitely not turning out for the best.
"I think it would be best if everyone else gives their information first."
As it turned out no one could figure out where Harry had gone. The muggles that he lived with all claimed that they had no idea of who they were talking about whenever Harry Potter was mentioned. Dumbledore was convinced that they had been obliviated though didn't check since forcing an intrusion into the minds of muggles could turn them easily insane which would lead to many unnecessary questions.
Everyone was rightly horrified at the thought that their saviour was missing. They couldn't very well win the war if their saviour had run away or been kidnapped. Of course everyone forgot to mention that Dung had mysteriously disappeared as well and was also missing. No one spared him a second thought.
"It has been confirmed that Harry Potter was kidnapped by Voldemort how or why is not currently known. Severus managed to send me a letter by owl saying that Voldemort (he ignored the flinches) desires Severus to remain at their headquarters. Hopefully he will be able to discover some leads from his position in their ranks rather than investigate the streets. He has sent word that Voldemort has revealed that he has captured Harry however none of the other Death Eaters are aware of this at the current point in time." Dumbledore revealed since his spy was late obviously of Voldemort's doing.
"Is that good?" Molly asked.
"It is one of the best outcomes we have I'm afraid. Not only is he still alive but the only Death Eater to know of his location is our spy. It should be only a matter of time before we have an escape plan prepared."
The Order was reassured at that. Their saviour would be returned to them possibly at the cost of their spy but that didn't matter they could always send another willing fool into the Dark Sect's fold. When Potter returned he would want vengeance for the kidnapping further cementing his position as the saviour of the wizarding world. Everything would turn out for the best.
"Ah Severus, do you have any news?" Dumbledore enquired as Snape walked in the door with his robes billowing.
"The Dark Lord has moved locations. He deemed Riddle Manor to be insufficient for holding the Potter brat."
Everyone gasped at this. That would put a dent in their plans.
"What of the new location?"
"He has told no one where the new location is. It appears as if only he knows its whereabouts or its name. The Dark Lord apparated away and then called to us for our destination. Whenever I could chance a look out of the windows all I see is forest. I'm afraid the location of the headquarters could be anywhere." Snape lied.
It was easier than anything he had done in his entire life. If lying to the headmaster and leader of Light kept his son safe he would until no one believed him. But of course they believed him after all he had been a spy for many years and was told that he was 'loyal' to the light. He almost snorted at that thought.
The Order meeting continued with news of allies and what Voldemort's troupes were currently scheming. As the Order meeting drew to a close, Severus swept out of the room eager to return to his son. Lupin however stopped any attempt of this. Lupin actually had the nerve to drag him into the library knowing that no one would willingly enter that place with all the curses he threw up after them.
"You're lying, Severus. I know that you are my instincts tell me so. Please… please if you know where Harry is tell me or at least let me know he is alright. I would do anything for my cub."
Remus hated begging but he would truly do anything for this cub. He needed to at least know that Harry was alright. After Sirius' death, Harry was all he had left. Any information would help at this point and his wolf instincts were screaming at him that Severus was lying in order to hide something though he wouldn't tell the headmaster.
Severus sneered. Of course the werewolf would figure out something was missing in his report. A werewolves' senses were incredibly sharp not that he would admit that out loud and not to Lupin… ever.
"Really Lupin? You would do anything?" Severus sneered.
Remus was uncertain but nodded anyway.
"Even if it meant joining the Dark Lord?"
Remus' entire body froze. Join the Dark Lord? Why had Severus brought that up? He had questioned Severus' loyalties before but had thought nothing else of it until now. What did he mean when joining Voldemort would help Harry? Harry was captured by him… so wouldn't joining him make everything pointless? Wouldn't he be aiding in Harry's torture? Unless there was something more to this situation than Severus was telling him. But was it enough to join the Dark Lord?
"… only for Harry's safety."
Severus could hear the uncertainty in Lupin's voice and didn't want to force him into anything. Ciaran would never forgive him if he did.
"Think about it until the next meeting and give me your answer then. I can promise you that Potter is safe though not in the way you are thinking. He will not be hurt with the Dark Lord... that much I can promise for certain."
With that Severus swept out of the room and left Lupin to think. He was overdue for a talk with his son.
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"We should talk." Severus said as he found his son in the library reading.
"What of?" Ciaran asked not looking up from his book.
Severus was surprised to see that the first book he had taken an interest in was actually a book on Dark Arts but pushed it out of his mind considering that there had been numerous Dark books lining his bookshelves in his room. He actually had to wonder who he had received them from since none of his 'friends' would give them to him. Yet another question was brought to light and added to the list. He'd try to figure that out later though.
"We need to speak about the Dursley's."
Ciaran tensed, a haunted expression past over his features. He knew that this talk had been coming but he didn't want to even think about it. As far as he was concerned it was in the past where it was best to remain buried and forgotten. He no longer had a reason to return to those filthy muggles ever again.
"I know that you don't want to discuss this but it will be for the best in the end to get it all off your chest. We could even begin with talking about something else." Severus suggested.
Ciaran breathed deeply. He knew that he needed to talk about it to someone and was planning to tell Sirius… not that he could now. Severus had been honest with him these past few days but there was already one person who knew everything about his abuse. His father still deserved to know.
"I suppose it all starts with Dumbledore," Ciaran sneered his name. "He's the one who has screwed up my life so much."
"How so?" Severus prompted quietly.
He didn't want to drive his son away by saying something that would set him off onto a different tangent.
"He was the one who abandoned me there."
He didn't have to mention where 'there' was. Severus felt his temper rising but could tell that Ciaran's was doing the same. It appeared as his son already had a deep set anger towards the headmaster. Before he could ask about it, Ciaran continued.
"Dumbledore has steered my life in the direction he has wanted it to go from the moment of my birth. He explained to my mother about the prophecy urging her to break up with you and go into hiding with a Gryffindor, namely one both trusted. All of the charms placed on me where suggested by the headmaster even the name. Then after Halloween he was the one who ignored my parents will stating that I wasn't to be placed with Petunia and left me there."
"Then after my letter arrived, he sent Hagrid to tell me about the nasty Slytherins and my 'past'. The fool ordered the Weasley's to befriend me in exchange for money as well as Granger after the Troll incident. They forced upon me the knowledge that I was supposed to be this hero of the wizarding world that always got into troublesome situations. I was to be a rash Gryffindor who acted first and thought later. They didn't even think of me as human. I was there Golden Boy, a true Gryffindor. I was a tool, a weapon for the Light." Ciaran spat.
The Dark Lord and Lucius Malfoy had entered half way through Ciaran's rant about his past but didn't interrupt. They needed to hear the full extent of what the Light had done to him. If they walked in now then he would stop speaking about his past. He would close up and never speak of it again. The three of them remained silent as Ciaran continued.
"But the worst thing he did was abandon me with the Dursley's knowing that they would abuse me. He even payed them for it! Sure Petunia didn't do anything but that was exactly the problem. Even when she knew they were abusing me she still refused to acknowledge it! Sometimes I think that was worse than anything Vernon or Dudley ever did."
"What did they do?" Severus interrupted.
Ciaran flinched as memories surfaced of his time spent at 'home'.
"They… at first it was only verbal abuse. Vernon would call me freak or boy. I didn't even know I had a name until I went to primary school for the first time. Of course Dudley tried to act just like his father and copied him even at school… normally they would just give me long list of chores to complete. If I didn't get them done then I would be sent to my cupboard without any food. Before I was eleven I'd never even had a proper meal at least not that I can remember."
"Your cupboard?"
Ciaran just ignored the question much to the frustration of everyone in the room. Some things he was not giving up willingly.
"The first time he hit me though was when I had an outburst of accidental magic. I don't remember what caused it but I had turned my teacher's hair blue during class. At the time I didn't understand what was going on let alone that I had performed magic. The entire class just found it hilarious. I arrived 'home' and he hit me so hard my head smashed into the wall instantly knocking me unconscious before throwing me in my cupboard."
There was that reference to 'his cupboard' yet again though they thought better of asking about it now. They watched as Ciaran twitched at the memory. Obviously that wasn't a pleasant memory and if that wasn't they shuddered to think what was worse.
"The second time I remember performing accidental magic was when Dudley and his gang were playing 'Harry Hunting'," seeing the confusion on his father's face he elaborated. "It was a game where they would chase me until they caught me and then beat me up."
Marvolo suppressed a growl. How dare those filthy muggles hit his grandson! His own flesh and blood! They dared to treat Ciaran like the orphanage bullies treated him in his youth. They would pay dearly for what had been inflicted upon Ciaran especially when they had believed he was family.
"Anyway they were chasing me and I was cornered by a wall when I apparated onto the roof though I didn't know it at the time. The groundskeeper had to climb a ladder and bring me down. I caused such a scene that day. For that I was treated the same as the first bout of accidental magic. Of course one of the worst times was when I set a snake on my cousin at the zoo. That was just before I received my Hogwarts letter. I didn't wake up until a few days later. "
"What was the worse time?" Severus asked.
"The worst so far was Summer of my third year when I blew Marge up like a balloon."
Ciaran became aware of the shuffling behind him and tensed. He didn't like it when people snuck up behind him when he didn't have his wand. His father caught his posture and motioned for the people behind him to step forward and be seated. Knowing the two people who had been listening unsettled him; he hadn't been planning to tell anyone here other than his father.
Marvolo moved to sit beside Ciaran while Lucius chose to sit beside Severus. This made him very uncomfortable. Sure when he was ranting it was alright because he was caught in the moment but now that he knew that they were listening made it even worse. He would end up tripping over his words as he tried to answer their questions.
"What happened during third year?" Marvolo asked.
"Well… after I blew Marge up… I grabbed my trunk, threatened Vernon and ran away. So it wasn't that bad since I spent the remainder of the holidays at the Leaky Cauldron. (He didn't see the grimace at the mention of filthy pub) But then when I returned he beat me up even after she was obliviated. It ended with a broken arm and… a few lashings."
"You're missing the end of fourth year and fifth year." Lucius stated.
"Well… the end of fourth year… the ministry sent dementors after me and they attacked Dudley as well since he was there. They were set on believing that I had attacked him and well trying to explain that didn't turn out well… I couldn't move for days afterwards. Of course that got me out of chores as well which I'm not sure is a good or bad thing."
"It's bad either way." Marvolo growled. "What happened to the person who sent the dementors after you?"
A maniacal grin crossed Ciaran's face making him look demonic.
"Oh, she won't be able to talk to anyone. See Umbitch is currently lying in a ward in St. Mungo's hospital alongside Lockhart. I'm afraid she is quite insane after all who wouldn't be when you are kidnapped by a hoard of centaurs?"
The three of them glanced at each other. Ciaran definitely had an imagination when it came to torture, planned or not. That was surprisingly scary. Though that wasn't the problem here they were talking about Ciaran's abuse at the hands of the muggles.
"Anyway… this year… this year they didn't bother giving me any chores…"
All three understood. He hadn't had to do any chores since he couldn't move at all during the summer he had spent there. How could that old coot have allowed this?
"How were you moving when I first saw you then?"
"The Order generally retrieves me on my birthday. So he knows to stop a week beforehand so they aren't suspicious of anything. All I turn up with are a few bruises that he explains away as me falling or tripping even if they are his hand prints. No one actually looks at what he did! They never do! They just go about their happy lives and ignore what is happening RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM! What is it? Am I not good enough to live a life of luxury?"
By the end of his rant he was getting angrier. He didn't ever want to see those people again. They didn't care for him at all. How could they simply leave him there every year and then when he turned up after the beatings they pretended as if everything was fine! Then he realized that everything had begun to shake and the windows had cracked beneath the pressure of his magic so he took a deep breath and relaxed.
"Sorry… my magic is a lot stronger. I blew up Dumbledore's office at the end of last year after…" Ciaran trailed off with his eyes glazed in thought.
Marvolo, Severus and Lucius traded looks. They knew how he was going to finish that sentence… after Sirius had died. Unfortunately there was nothing they could do about that. Bellatrix was hardly in control of her sanity since Azkaban though the others handled Azkaban much better than she did. They at least were only slightly insane and had coherent thoughts. Lucius had managed to escape it at the end of last year appearing as if he were simply at work instead of wondering around the Department of Mysteries as a Death Eater.
While he tried to breathe deeply to regain control, Ciaran couldn't talk anymore about this subject it was getting to hard. He still had a few of the lashings on his back though they had healed a great deal in the past few days. The scars however would always remain. If things continued he would end up an emotional wreck and in the library that wouldn't be an excellent idea.
"Relax you won't have to return to that place ever again. Your home is here Ciaran, never forget that."
Ciaran simply nodded refusing to look anyone in the eye. Severus looked up to see Marvolo watching his son with a gleam in his eyes which was mirrored by his own. The muggles would pay for what the abuse they had inflicted even if Ciaran didn't agree. No one deserved that… especially the heir of Slytherin.
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The Dark Lord stood before his followers. This was the first official meeting that they were holding at their new headquarters and he was going to introduce his grandson to his faithful. After he had found the traitor hiding amongst his ranks a few days ago many were even more loyal. Now they were ready to begin their plans. Everything was falling into place.
"Welcome my faithful! This is Slytherin Citadel. Its location is a secret to all apart from three individuals. This shall be our headquarters from now on. With this new location our base is even more secure and we shall be ready to put our plans into motion! With this year, we shall mark the beginning of the end for the Light."
The Death Eaters cheered. They had been eagerly awaiting the time to act and now that time had come. Finally the wizarding world shall see what the purebloods actually were. The dark would rule the world when they were finished and Dumbledore was out of their way for good.
"Tonight we are here to welcome new members into our ranks. They shall join the worthy and aid us rightly so in the war. Those who desire to take my mark step forward."
It appeared as if Voldemort marked willing people in their sixth year and no sooner. That pleased Ciaran greatly. At this age they should be able to decide for themselves who was right in this war and who wasn't. Hopefully his true friends would either remain neutral or join the dark side. Ciaran truly didn't want to have to kill his friends.
Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Millicent Bulstrode all stepped forward eagerly. A few others stepped forward all from Ravenclaw he guessed since he didn't know them. It appeared as if the seventh years had been marked the previous summer. Ciaran found himself watching Lucius as Draco was marked. Pride was shining from his eyes. It made him wonder whether his father would ever look at him like that and he knew that he yearned to impress his father in any way possible.
After they had received the mark and had moved away while discreetly hiding their pain, Voldemort stepped forward again and motioned for him to step up as well. He knew that he would have to be introduced to them eventually but hadn't desired to so soon. He had only just revealed his abuse to his grandfather and father earlier that day and he was still skittish around them because of it.
"Ciaran Marvolo Snape is my heir, my grandson, my blood. You will show him the same respect you show me or you will face the consequences of your actions. He is mine and as such untouchable to everyone else!"
The possessiveness that Voldemort enforced with his words helped to calm him. His grandfather was strong and would protect him from anyone including his own people. At the sound of his last name many, Death Eaters glanced at his father who remained stoic yet had a proud air about him. Who wouldn't when your son was related to the Dark Lord?
Ciaran looked around the hall from his seat beside his grandfather's throne. Every single Death Eater watched their master and made sure to obey his rules though somehow he got the feeling that Lucius would be closer to him than he liked. Most of the time he had spent here had been either with his father, grandfather, Nagini or Lucius. Ciaran wondered whether the same would be placed into his son. Could he also get along with Draco?
"Now my faithful let us go and have some fun."
Ciaran had no doubt in his mind that 'some fun' equalled to muggle torture. He wasn't opposed to the idea since he came from abusive relatives but that was only if they weren't children. He derived no joy from torturing the innocent as Marvolo well knew.
He cringed beneath his mask as Voldemort held his arm out again for Ciaran. Apparating wasn't his favourite way to travel and he knew that would never change. Why couldn't they simply take a broom? With a pop they disappeared from Slytherin Citadel the others following behind them through the Dark Mark.
Arriving at the scene for the muggle hunt, the Death Eater's would have seen a rare sight for Ciaran's jaw was hitting the floor beneath his mask. Of all the places to choose from… he knew that his grandfather would choose this place specifically. As he looked up at the street sign he felt rage flow through his system. He never wanted to return to Privet Drive again.
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