A/N: This is a shorter chapter, but an important one. Also this is the darkest chapter I have ever written. I was even a little disturbed by what Voldemort is willing to do. I'm sorry if you feel like I've become a twisted and evil man after you're done reading this. Forgive me, really. It's You-Know-Who not me. Blame him.

Also thanks to Rebecca Roy, Thunder18, TimKaylor885, and Theta-McBride for reading and reviewing on a consistent basis. I appreciate it.

Standard Disclaimer-I don't own Harry Potter. Just the stuff I make up about him.

Chapter 7-Evil In Its Purest Form

Delores Umbridge had had better days. It had been months since Potter had embarrassed her in front of the entire ministry. The only thing that kept her from being killed by the Dark Lord was her work removing the mudblood filth from proper society. She still felt his wrath as Lucius Malfoy had been sent to punish her the next day. She vowed as she recovered from the effects of the cruciatus curse that Potter would pay. She had now been searching for him for several months and had no luck. Her frustration with Potter was a constant these days and would continue to be so until he and his mudblood and traitor friends were brought to justice. Her justice.

The day started off on the wrong foot. She decided to stop by Gringott's before heading in to the office at the ministry. She detested visiting the wizarding bank because the place was run by filthy goblins. She had never trusted the dirty little creatures. Honestly why wizards trusted their money to inferior beings she would never know, but the best of wizarding pureblood society kept their finances through Gringott's so she would too. She was, after all, part of the wizarding elite. She was a pureblood and a senior official with the Ministry of Magic. Unfortunately, many of her investments weren't going well, or so her latest statement said, so she had decided to stop by and find out what the goblin scum were doing with her money. She marched up to the goblin teller and demanded an accounting of her finances, then threatened to have the teller arrested if reparations weren't made for her losses immediately. 'Somebody really should come in and clean up the bank,' she thought. 'All that gold being handled by those goblin's dirty little hands.' She determined it was time to pass a bill limiting the goblins to driving the carts and janitorial work. To her immense surprise the teller refused and informed her that not only would she not be receiving reparations, but she in fact owed a substantial amount of gold on her home or she would soon be facing seizure. It seemed the one thing she thought she had received free and clear from her drunken waste of a father, was in fact, not the case, according to the grubby little monsters. She then demanded to see whoever was the senior most wizard available as goblins obviously weren't intelligent enough to understand her specific needs. The goblin then had her removed from the bank by armed guards. The nerve. Doesn't he know who she is.

A short while later as she arrived at the ministry she was hassled by one of the security guards on her way in for not having her proper identification, which, as fate would have it, was left at Gringott's due to her inappropriate removal by goblin guards. She explained it to the young ministry guard but he refused. She ended up having to grab Runcorn and have him vouch for her. "By the way dear what was your name?" she asked the guard as she made her way past the checkpoint.

"Jenkins 'mam. Wallace Jenkins."

"Hmmmnn. Jenkins sounds like a very muggle name. Who was your father Jenkins?" The guard paled.

"Bertram Jenkins, 'mam. Me da' was an auror under Minister Bagnold."

"I'll be checking the validity of that Mr. Jenkins. You should here from my office before the day is out."

Seeing how she was now 10 minutes late. She no longer had time to head up to her office, and chose instead to head down to the courtrooms to start her day interviewing mudbloods.

As she walked into the courtroom she took a look at the docket for the day. The list contained four names she suspected of being only part human and three who she was certain were mudbloods.

"Now then, Perkins, I need you to run up to Magical Law Enforcement and request that the dementors be available in the courtrooms today. He hehm." She giggled to herself. Maybe today wasn't going to be such a bad day after all.

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The creature formerly known as Tom Marvolo Riddle looked at his handiwork. He was pleased. This would be his greatest achievement yet. No wizard had ever dared to do what he was about to do. 'This is why I can never be defeated' he thought. He alone among all wizard kind had the daring, and the power to accomplish such a feat.

He took a moment to revel in his own magnificence. His only true rival, the great Albus Dumbledore, was dead by his command. James and Lily Potter were dead by his hand. Frank and Alice Longbottom were vegetables in St. Mungos, the damage done on his orders. Gideon and Fabian Prewett were gone and forgotten. Alastor Moody was no more. Sirius Black, and Amelia Bones. All the fools that had dared to openly defy him were dead and gone. All except one. The Potter boy remained his only failure. The only stain on the otherwise glorious tapestry that depicted his journey towards immortality. He had always thought the boy an anomaly. A joke of fate that survived by the skill and power of others. A child whose luck would surely run out soon. But the brat had proved industrious at the very least. He was resourceful and had an uncanny ability to escape danger. He had to admit that recent events had disturbed him. The defeat of his favorites at Malfoy Manor surprised him. The boy, or at the very least, the little team of Potter, the mudblood girl, and the Weasley boy together, were a formidable foe. Today though, was the fruition of his greatest work. He had studied the ancient texts since he was still a boy and he was sure tonight would be a success. After tonight he need not worry about the failures of the past. They would be remedied easily enough when the ritual was complete and all that power was his.

He was standing under the full moon at the center of a circle maybe a 100 meters in diameter. Surrounding the circle were 77 muggles of various shapes and sizes. Each had their throats slit and the blood ran towards him even now. It covered the ground and filled the grooves of the pentagram cut into the earth. At the points of the Pentagram suspended just above the ground were five dying creatures, their life blood being spilled into basins at their feet. A werewolf, an acromantula, a hippogriff, a manticore, and a runespoor, each one chosen, and each one destined to die for his glory. The Dark Lord began to chant in parseltongue. The air soon swam with magic. The lines of the pentagram began to glow an eerie blue, while the circle glowed a fiery red. The basins of blood at each point of the pentagram lifted off the ground and floated towards the center of the circle. Voldemort paused then hissed out a single word. The bowl containing the runsespoor blood poured over the Dark Lord. He hissed again and the blood of the manticore was poured over him. This continued with each of the final three creatures until both the Dark Lord and the ground around him were covered in blood. He began chanting again and his body started to glow a faint greenish color, steadily getting brighter as he continued. The air around him began to swirl and move. Lightning and thunder could be seen and heard overhead. Voldemort could feel the power beginning to wash over him. He called for the essence of the creatures to fill him. His chanting grew ever louder and the glow burned brighter and brighter until at last there was an explosion at the center of the circle. Something shot straight up out of the circle just as fire enveloped the bodies of the five creatures and spread to consume the dead muggles as well.

A short distance away, a shadowy figure could be seen flying away from the scene. At the edge of the horizon the figure turned back and watched the flames with three sets of red, glowing eyes.