The Rani.

Assassination Attempt.


The Death eater, Paul Derrick, walked through the Headquarters of the Dark Lord Voldemort, wearing full Death eater regalia though on this occasion so then his fellows could see the amount of pain he was in, Derrick dearly wished he wasn't, and the pain in his chest was growing more and more with every second. Derrick couldn't control his body; the eel was exerting incredible amounts of pressure on his cerebral cortex, not that the wizard would know what that was. For hundreds of years, magical research wasn't focused on the anatomy of humans, and only the skeleton, organs and basics of human anatomy were known. Like their muggle counterparts, wizards didn't know too much about human brains, but unlike muggles, who studied the brain regardless, wizards believed that if they could not get magic to solve a mystery, then it couldn't be solved.

Derrick found Voldemort inside the throne room, and the Death eater felt fear in his heart as he saw the countless Death eaters lying on the ground, groaning with pools of liquid ranging from saliva, to blood, and to vomit, on the ground. Some of the Death eaters were still, though whether they were dead, Derrick couldn't say.

Voldemort was in a fury, he had sent some of his best Death eater raiders to attack the home of Ursula Potter, and not one of them had returned to give them a report, or whether or not the girl had been disarmed and brought before him for a long overdue round of torture before he killed her.

In typical fashion, when the Dark Lord didn't get what he wanted, he lashed out irrationally.

And the Death eaters were the victims.

The round of torture Voldemort had brought to them this time was severe. Voldemort believed in generating fear, but the Death eaters that managed to hide whatever they thought during meetings thought the Dark Lord could find someone more meaningful than them to torture and kill, like a muggle, or a mudblood, but the Dark Lord didn't seem to grasp the fact he was killing his followers.

Derrick entered the room, dropping to the floor in front of Voldemort, who was surprised to see him, but the Dark lord recognised him anyway thanks to the Dark Mark. " My lord, I apologise for my lateness." Derrick said, bowing down before Voldemort.

" Derrick," the madman asked coldly, his red eyes narrowing in surprise and anger. " Where have you been? I ordered you to overpower Ursula Potter and bring her to me, instead you arrive later than the deadline specified. Where are the others?"

Derrick kept his head bowed down until the Dark Lord finished, no one in their right mind would ever question the Dark Lord when he was speaking, not if you wished to live to a ripe old age. He looked up into the red eyes, knowing the Dark lord was going to use legilimency on him to verify the truth, and Derrick hoped the memory he was trying to push into the forefront of his mind of that mad Potter bitch putting that thing into his head would be seen. Unfortunately, after telling him what to do, Potter had left the room with her parents and Dumbledore, leaving him there for a while before she returned and gave him instructions and planting what she called a fusion grenade into his chest. Derrick didn't know what a fusion grenade was, but he knew it couldn't be good.

The thing in his head was making the pushing of the memory hard for him though, and when he started speaking he genuinely believed what he was saying.

" We arrived at the bitch's home in America," Derrick reported. " We entered the house without the defence things attacking us, but when we got inside, these beams of light shone down on some of us, and we started going berserk and attacked one another. I was lucky, my lord, to escape."

" So you were able to breach her defences outside the house, but not on the inside?" Voldemort asked.

" Yes, my lord."

" Crucio!" Voldemort shouted, pointing his wand at Derrick, who took the curse, screaming as the curse took hold on him, but that wasn't the only reason he was screaming. The eel in his head squeezed tightly on his brain, and the pressure was unbearable. The curse lifted.

" That was for your failure," Voldemort said, putting his wand away, speaking as though he had never even used it on Derrick. " You were warned the girl was violent, and yet you could've prepared for it. I gave you and your force leader 3 days to plan and execute a foolproof plan to capture the girl, who isn't even magical, and yet she was able to outwit you. I am starting to rethink my idea to simply capture her with Death eater raids," Voldemort said thoughtfully.

Derrick gasped in agony as he tried to move after the curse, but his arms and legs felt like rubber. That was when the eel exerted more pressure on his cerebral cortex as the programming came on. Derrick staggered to his feet, and tore off his robes, revealing a blue light in his chest under a hideous scar under his skin, where a lump now existed. He took off his mask. " I have a message for you, from Ursula Potter, my lord. She says ' die, you motherfucker."

There was a flash of light, as the bomb exploded...


Outside, the village of Little Hangleton, the people went about their normal routine around the village, trying hard to avoid looking at Riddle manor. The house had always had a history, and in recent times since the disappearance of the gardener who had been thought to have murdered the senior Riddles, but recently there had been...lights, strange, unexplained lights which were clearly not electrical, were sometimes seen from the windows of the manor, but no one could go towards the manor because those that tried, sometimes kids on a dare, would turn back with a dazed look on their faces.

The manor wasn't the only scary thing in the village; there had been rumours of a massive snake, slithering around the hill the manor rested on, or in the village itself, but no one had confirmed it, but the sounds in the night...of a hissing sound, and the sound of an enormous mass hauling itself through the village often waking people up, and scaring the living daylights out Of them, but whenever someone got out of bed to investigate, the sound had gone and there was nothing to be seen in the darkness.

Riddle manor was out of bounds, and none in the village was going to dispute it. Not even the most daring of the kids in the village was willing to go near the place, out of fear.

They would remember this day.

As the villagers went around their business, they heard a rumbling sound coming from the hill. There was a colossal explosion. Automatically, the adults ducked to avoid more explosions coming from the house, dragging their screaming children down with them. They needn't have worried, the explosion was too localised for that, and the only things damaged were the things close by Riddle manor. When the explosion and the flash of bright, white, blinding light finally subsided, there was nothing left of Riddle manor except as a huge pit in the ground.

When investigators searched through the wreckage, they found the very bottom of the foundations still in the ground, but the rest of the foundations were completely gone, destroyed in the explosion. There was little of the manor left, there were scant few pieces of rubble, a few gloops of superheated glass, melted and solidified into chunks that resembled diamond.

There, the villages finally got confirmation of a snake; parts of a massive Indian python snake, the head, the tail, a piece of the body with charred remains of the skeleton were littered around the place. There were human bodies as well, something the villagers found hard to believe, since they had never seen anyone enter the manor, and since the manor was grounds for stories and tales of mystery since the deaths of the Riddle family. The human bodies, there was nothing to identify them, and when the coroners sent away checks for dental records, they came up with nothing. None of them had cavities in their teeth, no caps, nothing to identify them.

There were also charred sticks, with strange substances that the villagers who'd first investigated the explosion reported smouldering. The sticks were made of wood, and although that wasn't strange, the fact there were so many of them and the fact they were hollow with strange and unidentifiable materials inside them raised more questions than answers.