AN: I thought I'd show what Voldemort and Sinthea are up to, and this chapter tells a little of Wanda and Peitro's backstory since I'm not having mutants in this story, I'm using their MCU backstory, but a little different, and since Loki still has the Mind Stone, and it's likely that Hydra started experimenting on them before Loki arrived, I had to switch to something else they used to experiment on them. I have never read a comic with Sinthea Schmidt, only read up about her, so I had to give her what personality I thought best suited her, and I warn you I made her a bit twisted. I hope you enjoy
Disclaimer: I don't own HP or Marvel
Chapter 41: The Villains Plan
Sinthea Schmidt sat in her blood-red leather chair with her legs crossed, and eating popcorn, while she watched in amusement as her twin brother cursed Brock Rumlow; torturing Death Eaters, or just anyone close to him, was her brother's favorite thing to do when angry about something, and at the moment, Marvolo Johann Schmidt (formally Tom Marvolo Riddle) was angry because he felt threatened and when Voldemort felt threatened, he was a dangerous individual to be around.
Sinthea secretly thought her brother had a good reason to feel threatened after watching videos of Loki's invasion that Rumlow snuck into a S.H.I.E.L.D. facility using Polyjuice Potion to steal. He even got footage from Loki and Tony Stark's conversation inside that ugly tower of Stark's. They just spent hours watching and rewatching every bit of footage, starting with Loki's arrival. They watched as the muggle ordered Loki to put his staff down and saw how Loki responded by attacking everyone, resulting in him taking out a building full of muggles in less than five minutes. Voldemort's nose slits flare as he watched bullets bounce off Loki.
"The curses my Death Eaters cast at him did the same thing, but how?" Voldemort frowned as he watched Loki kick a man into a wall. "I don't think he's using a shield charm, perhaps it is the suit he was wearing it in the cemetery. It might be enchanted."
"Or perhaps he is invincible," Sinthea suggested; Voldemort scowled and cast the Cruciatus Curse on Rumlow again, held it for less than a minute, then went over and flopped down in his green leather chair, his snake Nagini was sleeping on the back of it. Voldemort's eyes were glued to the large television hanging on the wall. It had surprised Sinthea that her brother was willing to use muggle technology and admitted some had their uses. They haven't known each other for long, but Sinthea is sure she knows Voldemort better than any of his followers. He was a lot like her, with few differences.
Sinthea turned back to the footage in time to see Loki making people in Germany kneel to him, then his fight with Captain America, and once the Avengers captured Loki, the footage changes to bits and pieces of the Battle in New York; each time Loki performs magic they can't or comes out of a fight with not even a scratch on him, Sinthea could see the fear gathering in her brother's eyes. He tried to hide it, and if his Death Eaters were in the room, they wouldn't notice, but he couldn't hide it from her. She could feel his feelings now, and Lord Voldemort feared Loki, the first person he'd ever truly been afraid of. The wizards claim that Albus Dumbledore was the only person Voldemort ever feared, which wasn't true. Voldemort wasn't scared of Dumbledore. He just wasn't stupid, but as she watched her brother go back to torturing her favorite toy, she knew without a shadow of a doubt he was scared of the guy who claimed to be a god.
Sinthea, on the other hand, was not scared, well, maybe a little, primarily for her brother, but as long as he had his Horcruxes, he could not die, though it would be a bitch to have to get him another body back. No, fear wasn't what Sinthea felt when she watched Loki's attempt to take over the muggle world. No, it was excitement. Loki was the most powerful and deadly magic user she had ever seen, and the way he took out muggles as if they were no more than a fly being swatted turned her on. Then, when she heard him speak, that voice, softly spoken but powerfully, sent tingles down her body. Sinthea wanted Loki, and she wanted him badly.
"Brother, " Sinthea warned, and Voldemort stopped the curse, and Rumlow stopped shaking as he laid on the floor panting. The sight of him in so much agony was another turn on for Sinthea, but she preferred to be the one to cast the Cruciatus Curse on him; she was sure Rumlow felt the same way since he was usually given pleasure with the pain when it was her, and they were in the privacy of her bedroom.
"Why, though?" Voldemort mumbled, his red eyes narrowed in thought. "Why would someone dark like Loki save Harry Potter, and with that ex-convict, Sirius Black, how did he convince Loki to help."
"I don't understand; Black left Hogwarts with that Ikol woman," Sinthea said, "How did he have time to stop somewhere and drop off Ikol, pick up Loki, and then get to the cemetery?"
Voldemort turned around and kicked Rumlow in the ribs. "And why the hell didn't you warn me of him?"
"My Lord," Rumlow gasped, "I thought he had left Earth. I didn't know he was still here. I was locked in prison, where I didn't get any news on Loki or anything else. And when Pierce sent Barty to break me out, he never mentioned Loki. I didn't believe him a threat."
"That is no excuse." Voldemort sent a stinging hex at him, then flopped down in his chair again. This wasn't the first time Voldemort has cursed Rumlow and asked why they hadn't told him about Loki. Rumlow and Alexander Pierce have been on the receiving end of Voldemort's anger every sense Loki showed up at the cemetery with Sirius Black. He was furious that no one had mentioned the existence of Loki until after he killed a good amount of his Death Eaters, and Voldemort was still angry they kept it from them.
Rumlow and Pierce weren't the only ones to suffer from the botched cemetery incident. Every Death Eater, plus some of Hydra, also have felt not only Voldemort's anger but Sinthea's. Like her brother, Sinthea would take her anger out on other people; someone had to be punished for Harry Potter still being alive, and their followers were all they had until they could get close enough to take it out on Loki and Sirius Black, both on Voldemort's hit list, she agreed with the killing of Sirius Black, he was much too powerful, and too rebellious to keep around, even when they won and ruled the world, he'd be one of the few that would still fight against them, Loki, on the other hand, she did not agree with, she was going to do her best to talk Voldemort out of killing him, but if she couldn't hopefully he'd let her play with him some before ending his life.
"Perhaps Loki is using Potter," Sinthea suggested. "For what I did not know, but he should be easy to get to turn on the brat, promise him something he wants, and we may be able to get him over to our side."
"Promise him the Avengers," Rumlow said as he sat up. "Loki would love to have revenge on them, especially Thor."
"Did my sister or I invite you into this conversation?" Voldemort demanded, then sent another dark hex at him.
"Marvolo, you've cursed him enough," Sinthea said, tossing popcorn into her mouth, "You badly injured him, and he won't be of any use to me tonight."
Voldemort looked disgusted before returning to the video to witness Loki toss Tony Stark out a window, which turned Sinthea on all over again. She wondered if it would be possible to get a hold of some of Loki's hair. Rumlow was willing to use Polyjuice Potion to steal things for her brother. Maybe he'd be willing to use some for a bit of role-play.
"Perhaps you are right," Voldemort said after a long while. "But, he failed to take over a muggle city; how would that weakling be of any help to me?"
Sinthea snorted; she knew Voldemort didn't think Loki was weak. He didn't win the battle of New York, but he came close. It took six superheroes to stop him, and Loki took out half the Death Eaters in less than ten minutes, and their kind of magic had no effect on him. Voldemort can't hide anything from her, just like she couldn't hide anything from him. They have made themselves closer than any siblings have been before by putting a piece of their soul into each other. Sinthea and Voldemort were each other's Horcruxes. Now Voldemort had seven, and Sinthea had two. She believed two was enough. Unlike her brother, she wasn't about to rip her soul apart so much that her body paid the price. No, she was too vain to become hideous. Besides thinking of herself as more intelligent than her brother, she used living things that could defend themselves to put her soul pieces in, one being her twin brother, the second one her favorite toy, Brock Rumlow. However, the downfall of that was her touch now caused Rumlow pain, though he did seem to enjoy it during their private times together.
"Maybe Loki lost on purpose," Sinthea suggested. "Realized ruling the muggle world was useless without the magical word, so he hitched a plan to take over by using The-Boy-Who-lived. He's famous. Most of the wizarding world adores him and foolishly credits him as being your downfall."
"Then that would mean he's even more in my way and will certainly die," Voldemort said.
"Marvolo, my dear brother, if you allow me, I can find a way to get Loki alone and speak to him, offer him something to join us," Sinthea said.
"I know your type of conversation when alone with men," Voldemort said. "No, I can not risk having him around after I take over. Too much of a risk he'll change his mind and challenge us."
"In that case, at least let me play with him a little before you kill him," Sinthea said, and Voldemort's eyes dropped to Rumlow lying on the floor. He seemed to have gotten the message to stay down and not speak while still being targeted by Voldemort.
"What would your muggle pet say?" Voldemort demanded, motioning towards Rumlow, "Won't he get jealous?"
"I own him. He doesn't own me," Sinthea replied. Voldemort smirked.
"I honestly don't understand how you can let such filth touch you," Voldemort replied. He stood and started pacing again. "I don't need Loki; I need to hear that full prophecy, but I can't go to the Ministry to get it. I need a way to make Harry Potter get it, but how?"
"Could you not get Snape to tell you who he overheard make it that day?" Sinthea asked, "Surely you can get the memory from him or her?"
"It's her," Voldemort said, "The Divination professor at Hogwarts, Severus, has told me she never leaves Hogwarts, not even during the Holidays, and it's too risky to have Severus snatch her and bring her to me. He could be caught and lose his position as my spy."
They both fell silent as Sinthea turned back to the footage and watched Loki crawl out of the whole made in Stark's floor when the Hulk tossed him around. He barely had a scratch on him, and she briefly wondered if Loki would be the type to enjoy pain like Rumlow does. The thought of Loki whispering all his evil deeds into her ear while his hands roamed her body sent shivers down her spine.
"Would you stop?" Voldemort demanded, "I can feel all your sickening thoughts. You aren't shielding your mind at the moment. First, it's the filthy muggle, now my new enemy." He wore a look of pure disgust, which looked hilarious on his snake-like face.
"Marvolo," Sinthea said, "Loki does not have to be an enemy."
Voldemort rolled his eyes at her and returned to his chair with a huff. She was the only one he ever showed this kind of human emotions in front of, Rumlow might be in the room, but he knew better than to speak of anything happening in this room, he enjoyed her bed too much to piss her off, or upset her by angering her brother.
"Do you know what they used to experiment on Wanda Maximoff?" Voldemort asked, "You are close to the twins. Has she mentioned anything?"
Sinthea looked at Voldemort surprised by the sudden topic change, but then she glanced at the television and realized why. Her twin was trying to think of ways to make himself more powerful.
"She didn't have to mention anything," Sinthea said, "I have seen her file. Hydra experimented on her using some sort of liquid-like stuff that was so powerful no one could touch it by hand. Hydra kept it in a special container and exposed Wanda and Pietro to it for an hour each day, once they realized Pietro wasn't going to get anything other than his speed, they stopped experimenting on him. They started helping him learn to control his new abilities."
"And Wanda?" Voldemort asked.
"They continued exposing Wanda to it for a year before deciding she was powerful enough," Sinthea said, "I studio her file and researched her family history. Her five-time great-grandfather was a squib from one of the sacred twenty-eight. He moved to the little village of Sokovia; he married a muggle and had a son who had a daughter who married into the Maximoff family. I believe Hydra's experiment awoke the magic residing inside her from her magical family, but instead of giving her magic like we have, that liquid stuff changed it, gave her what the old magic books call chaos magic."
"Interesting," Voldemort replied, "What family did the squib come from?"
"Weasley," Sinthea answered. Voldemort laughed.
"How ironic, the family that treats Harry Potter as one of their own nearly became the family that was his downfall," Voldemort said. "What became of this liquid that gave Wanda her powers?"
"Unfortunately, it was lost years ago while being moved to another Hydra facility. The truck transporting it disappeared and was never found," Sinthea said.
"No matter, her type of powers isn't what I need." Voldemort waved his hand dismissively. He had rewound the footage and was watching Loki and Captain America's fight.
"Alright, Marvolo, humor me," Sinthea said, "What is it you need?"
"I need a way to make this body as close to invincible as possible," Voldemort said. At that moment, there was a knock on the door.
"What?" Sinthea and Voldemort yelled at the same time. The door opened, and in walked Alexander Pierce, holding three newspapers. He stepped in and immediately dropped to one knee.
"My Lord," Pierce said, "I don't mean to interrupt anything important, but my grandson has sent me these three new wizarding papers I thought you might want to look at."
"Hand them to Sin," Voldemort ordered. Pierce bowed his head, stood, walked over to Sinthea, and kneeled before holding out the papers; she took them without a word. "Rise, Alexander, come here. I have a few questions."
Sinthea listened to them as best she could while glancing through the newspapers, knowing Voldemort was finished torturing him for now; Rumlow had crawled over and laid his head in Sinthea's lap. Looking for comfort, she gave it by running her hands through his hair or what hair he had.
"Captain America," Voldemort said. "He was given some kind of serum during the muggle war that turned him into what he now is, right?"
"Yes, my lord," Pierce answered.
"That serum made it possible that he lived after being frozen, I am correct?" Voldemort asked.
"You are correct, my lord," Pierce answered. Sinthea got done glancing through the newspapers and turned her full attention to Voldemort.
"Your Winter Soldier, he had the same experiment?" Voldemort asked.
"Not the same, my lord, but almost. It was a variant of the original super soldier serum that had a few differences," Pierce said.
"I have seen the things your soldier can do, Alexander. I watched Rogers fight Loki, and he barely gets scratched. I want that…I need that. Is there a way you can get me that?" Voldemort asked.
"The formula for the serum Rogers got has been lost in time," Pierce said, "Many scientists worldwide have tried and failed to recreate it. As far as I know, there have only been two groups of scientists able to create their own, a group of Russian scientists, and I believe the super soldier they made is now in a Russian prison."
"He can stay there. I don't care," Voldemort said impatiently, "Who were the other ones?"
"Hydra," Pierce said, "After all, we did create The Winter Soldier. James Barnes wasn't the only one, either. Unfortunately, the Avengers found out about the others and did away with them, but we still have the formula for the serum used in the Winter Soldier program." Pierce paused a moment before continuing. "And we actually have a vial of the serum already recreated."
"You do?" Voldemort asked.
"Yes, my lord, Hydra scientists have worked all year to recreate it," Pierce said, "On my orders, it was my backup plan; if the ritual hadn't worked to restore your body and powers, then I was going to try the serum."
"Curcio"
Pierce screamed as he fell to the ground, withering in pain for less than a minute. Then Voldemort ended the curse, stood, walked over to Pierce, grabbed his hair and jerked up on his knees.
"That is for doubting the Dark Lord's plan, Alexander. Don't ever doubt me again," Voldemort said, then let go off Pierce and stepped up to the television, "You live because your doubt has become useful to me." He stared at Captain America then turned to Pierce, "How long will it take to make a second batch of the serum?"
"Around a year, maybe less, since we've already recreated it," Pierce answered, slowly climbing to his feet.
"Good. I want your muggle scientists to get started on a second batch immediately." Voldemort said, "For Sin."
"Me?" Sinthea demanded.
"Of course, you don't think I'd make myself invincible and not my sister? After all, you hold one of my soul pieces inside your body." Voldemort said.
"In that case, we need to make my little pet some," Sinthea said.
"No," Voldemort replied; Sinthea narrowed her eyes. "We will not make one of our followers that strong, and all other known super soldiers are on my hit list, except for James Barnes, as I promised Alexander him back, and he's basically a mindless machine easily controlled."
"But you said the Russian can stay in prison. You didn't care. Wouldn't that be allowing him to live?" Sinthea said.
"I changed my mind," Voldemort said, "Alexander, do you know the name and prison this soldier is in?"
"I know his name. With that, it should be easy to find out what prison," Pierce said.
"Good. Tell Severus to led a team there. Kill the super soldier and anyone that gets in the way," Voldemort said, "That can be his first test to prove his loyalty to me."
"I can easily control Brock," Sinthea argued.
"Not if he become that strong, he'll likely go rouge and what will become of your Horcrux then?" Voldemort said.
"My lady," Pierce said, "the serum might kill your soul piece, it eliminates any weakness or sickness from a person, it may think your soul is such, you might now want to risk it."
"Fine, whatever, he just can't go on any more missions," Sinthea said. Voldemort glared at her.
"He is the best muggle here," Voldemort said, "A trained assassin, he will not be locked up and treated like a baby. It's not my fault you used him and not a nonliving object. I still say you should make more."
"And make myself as ugly as you?" Sinthea demanded, seething. He knew Rumlow was her Horcrux. How dare he deny her right to protect it. Yeah, Rumlow is capable of defending himself, but why not make him even stronger?
"Sinthea, do not show me such disrespect again, or-"
"Or what?"
"If I may make a suggestion," Pierce said. He flinched when both Sinthea and Voldemort glared at him.
"That is the second time you have interrupted us, Alexander, speaking without being spoken to, what you have to say it best be useful or you'll be withering on the floor again." Voldemort warned.
"We have been experimenting with some werewolf DNA stolen from Dr. Helen Cho, which was given to her by Bruce Banner." Pierce said.
"The Hulk, man?" Voldemort demanded, "Why would he have werewolf DNA?"
"The Geneticist Helen Cho was studying it. She had four vials of blood belonging to a werewolf, according to her research that we also stole, she was trying to find a way to use the healing factory from the werewolf blood without turning someone into a werewolf," Pierce said.
"How did Hulk even get a hold the blood of a werewolf?" Voldemort asked.
"I do not know, my lord, but it is the blood of the very werewolf the Ministry of Magic labeled the strongest and fastest werewolf in Britain," Pierce said.
"I thought that was Fenrir Greyback?" Voldemort asked.
"No, my lord, Greyback is the most dangerous. The werewolf I speak of is a fool. He takes wolfbane and locks himself up during the full moon so he doesn't risk harming anyone and tries to pretend he is just a wizard," Pierce said.
"And what have you been doing with it?" Voldemort asked.
"We've cloned it, my lord," Pierce said.
"Why?" Voldemort demanded.
"We thought we could turn some of the muggles into werewolves, make them stronger and better suited to fight wizards," Pierce said, "With your permission, of course."
"Hmmm, " Voldemort thought a moment. "Dose this Helen Cho know you took the blood?"
"Since our spy started a fire in her office to cover up the thrift, I doubt she even knows it went missing," Pierce said.
"Good, " Voldemort said, "How do you plan to use it to turn them?"
"By using what muggle doctors call a syringe and inject the blood stright into their veins, we are positive that will work," Pierce said.
"Alright, go ahead and turn some muggles into werewolves," Voldemort said.
"Thank you, my lord," Pierce said, he turned to Sinthea. "My lady, we can inject Rumlow with some, we can even give him the blood that came straight from the werewolf himself, that should make him stronger than the others."
"Will he be as strong as the werewolf you speak of?" Sinthea asked.
"He should be, yes," Pierce said, "and with his assassin training, he should be able to fight this werewolf or anyone else with no problem. Rumlow will be a lot harder to kill, as there are only a few ways to kill a werewolf."
"I will accept that," Sinthea said. though she wanted Rumlow to be even stronger. It was disappointing that she would have to scrap the Polyjuice Potion idea. Oh well, she'd rather have the real thing anyway.
"I don't-"
"Curico."
Sinthea cast the torture curse on Rumlow, cutting off his protest of becoming a werewolf. When she finally let up, he was lying on the floor panting and trying to catch his breath. Sinthea ignored him and turned to Pierce.
"Do you know the name of the werewolf the blood came from?" Sinthea asked.
"I do. It is none other than Remus Lupin, an old friend of James Potter and currently best friend to Sirius Black," Pierce said.
"Ah, yes…the one Severus tells me Sirius Black has recently made Harry Potter's godfather," Voldemort said.
"Well, that works out great then." Sinthea grinned, "Once Brock learns to control his new strength and abilities, I want him to kill this werewolf…this Remus Lupin."
"Good idea, sister, dear, one less person to go through to get to Harry Potter," Voldemort said. Sinthea stood and stepped over Rumlow, went to her brother, and handed him the papers.
"Looks like Harry Potter isn't a Potter," Sinthea said, "Reigna Ikol is running for Minister. Oh, and this one paper announced your return. The Daily Prophet denied it, but how much do you want to bet that more people believe this anonymous writer in this unknown paper than the one controlled by the government."
"I'd be a fool to take that bet," Voldemort said. He barely glanced at the papers, then tossed them to the floor, "Sirius Black being Potter's father explains a lot but means nothing. He and Reigna Ikol thrice defied me in the first war. I marked him. Harry Potter is still the child of the prophecy. His being so bloody hard to kill proves that."
Voldemort returned to his chair and sat down, eyes once again glued to the television, staring at Steve Rogers' paused picture.
"And it doesn't matter to me if Reigna Ikol is a teacher or Minister of Magic. Either way, the ministry will fall." Voldemort said. "Though people knowing of my return so soon was not my plan, we might be able to have a bit of fun with it."
"How?"
"By keeping the wizarding world guessing for a while," Voldemort said, "You and I will lay low until your serum is ready. In the meantime, we'll have the witches and wizards in a panic by allowing my Death Eaters and even Hydra to go out and attack places, have a little fun, and make everyone wonder if they are acting on their own or someone else's orders and if that someone is me."
"I like that idea." Sinthea agreed.
"I knew you would," Voldemort said.
"Any plans for Sirius Black and Reigna Ikol?" Sinthea asked. "From what you've told me of what they did before, they aren't like others on Dumbledore's side, they aren't afraid to get dark to win."
"I still know little of Reigna Ikol, her family, and where she comes from. I know she's powerful, vicious. I would say she's a dark witch who fights for the light side. I will do away with her myself," Voldemort said.
"And Black?"
"Sirius Black comes from a family of dark wizards, many of whom became some of my most faithful servants, but Sirius himself isn't dark, nor is he light. I would label him a grey wizard. Sirius is intelligent and powerful, and it'll take an equally powerful wizard to bet him," Voldemort said.
"Let me do it," Sinthea said, "When the time is right, I'll be the one who takes him out; if Sirius Black is as good as you say, then I should get a good fight out of him."
"You will," Voldemort said.
"Good," Sinthea replied. She preferred dueling opponents that were equally matched to her, or almost; she liked to have a challenge in her fights, not quick and easy ones. They were boring.
"Sirius is one of the very few people I personally sought out to ask to join the Death Eaters and the only one to refuse me and live," Voldemort said, his face taking on an annoyed look as he thought about the past.
"What did he say when you asked?" Sinthea asked.
"He didn't say anything," Voldemort replied, "I had Bellatrix send Sirius a letter pretending to be his brother Regulus, asking for help. Of course, he bought it and agreed to meet where Bellatrix had instructed. When Sirius showed up, Bellatrix, Lucius and I were already there. Sirius immediately pulled out his wand, ready to fight, but I held up my hands and said I came in peace, then mentioned his family and how he came from noble stock. Then I noted his talent and offered him a place not only among my Death Eaters but in my enter circle."
"And?" Sinthea pressed.
"Sirius stared at me a moment in disbelief, then he…..laughed," Voldemort said.
"Laughed?" Sinthea asked. Voldemort nodded.
"Yes, laughed, right in my face. No one has ever had the guts to do that before and I was so stunned he was able to apparate away before I could even lift my wand," Voldemort said, "If it had not been for Bellatrix and Lucius with me, I have no doubt he would have taken advantage of my shock state and cursed me, he would have ended up dead of course, but Sirius Black is a braver man than anyone should be, which will surely get him killed one day."
"Yeah, by me," Sinthea said, then decided to change the subject. "I was thinking the first thing we should do to send panic throughout our world your followers out of Azkaban."
"I do love how your mind works," Voldemort said, "Alright, we'll break my faithful servants out of Azkaban, then give them the first place to attack as a reward for staying so faithful."
"And where will that be?" Sinthea asked. Voldemort thought a moment.
"What did we promise the Maximoff twins to gain their service?" Voldemort asked.
"We promised to put a stop to the war in Sokovia," Sinthea said, rolling her eyes, "That's also the only reason they agreed to be experimented on by Hydra. They are desperate to stop the war that is destroying their country."
"Why even care?" Voldemort said, "It's just a country full of muggles." he made a face. "Though I did promise, and Lord Voldemort keeps his promises."
"Really?" Sinthea asked, walking over and sitting in her chair. "Are you saying you'll reward your faithful followers by having them stop a war?"
"Yes," Voldemort said, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Once Bellatrix and the others have broken out, we'll allow them to recover from the dementor's effect, and then they will be rewarded with a little fun in Sokovia."
"Hang on," Sinthea said, "You don't mean-"
"I promised to put a stop to the war in Sokovia," Voldemort replied, "I didn't say how I was going to put an end to it." Sinthea stared at her brother a moment, and then the same cruel simple formed on her lips.
"Pierce, gather Lucius Malfoy and about ten more Death Eaters, head out to Azkaban, and rescue my brother's faithful servants," Sinthea ordered.
"Yes, my lady." Pierce bowed to Sinthea and Voldemort, then turned and left. She turned to Voldemort.
"Sokovia is a small country; not many have even heard of it, so not many will hear the news of everyone suddenly turning up dead," Voldemort said, "But you can be assured that news of it will reach Dumbledore's ears, and put a scare in him, and his little band of mudbloods and blood-traitors."
"Winning this war is going to be so much fun,"
"Indeed it will, my dear sister, indeed it will."
AN: The story of Voldemort told about Sirius laughing at his offer Sirius never told anyone, because he knew is friends would worry, and is one of the reasons he didn't think it a good idea to be the Potter's secret keeper, thinking Voldemort was already after him over the disrespect and it happened after Loki had left, instead of wanting him dead after torturing so many Death Eaters, Voldemort thought he'd make a good one.
Bruce took Lupin's blood after his fight with the Hulk, he had taken him down for X-rays and drew it then, neither Sirius nor Remus know he took it, and since Sirius was asleep he's not even aware they even took Remus out of the cell. Had he been awake, he would have fought them over it.
I've made Sirius more powerful than cannon, so I thought I'd do something for Remus and make him the fastest and strongest Werewolf in Britain, Even in human form, he still has the speed and strength and heighten senses. Though Remus is unaware of how strong he really is. I don't know how turning into a werewolf in HP works, so, I just assumed it could be something in the werewolf's bite that gets into a person's bloodstream. I thought it would be sweet if Sirius made Remus Harry's godfather, Loki agreed just to please Sirius, since he doubts a godfather is needed.
I don't know if I'll have it come up again that Wanda and Peirto are very decent relatives of the Weasleys or if they'll even find out, I just thought it would be neat to give them that connection to the wizarding world.