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Mrs. J.K., It is not easy to play the villain, and not to kill everyone off, so I settle for a few. For free of course.
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After a half hour of kissing my feet, I started my speech, you know with the theme with the ones from history, glorifying ourselves, and putting the blame on someone who can't defend themselves. Our History is littered with them. The kids were sold by my propaganda, I could claim that white was the new black and still can get away with it.
"And, my future followers, I am in need of your help for my next ritual, I need seven virgin boys and seven virgin girls, all above fourteen years and under seventeen. Who is volunteering?"
17 Improving the important parts.
When nobody volunteered, I asked: "Nobody wants the honor to help in my ritual? Remember, this is me asking nicely… … …"
Pansy went down on her knees: "I would be honored to aid you in your ritual, my Lord, but I am unable to do so, I am not a virgin anymore. Please forgive me."
One by one the others fell to their knees claiming the same reason, I saw even some of the thirteen-year-old girls and two twelve-year-old boys go down on their knees.
"My my, and here I thought only the Muggles were losing their Morals," I mocked, "Who would have thought that Slytherins could stoop so low? Didn't your parents teach you the importance of virgin rituals? Didn't they teach you the gain in Magic Power you get when you do your wedding vows? You are willing to give that all up so you can hump each other like rabid dogs?"
My voice roared through the mansion: "Did you all forget my lessons about rituals you morons? Am I wasting my time here? Not only did you fools never search for me, you even discarded my teaching! You idiots cast off your ancestors' traditions and beliefs! Again I ask you! Am I wasting my time here?"
You know, every once in a while you need to let them feel who's the boss. Like animals, once you are weak or wounded, someone wants to take your place. Lucius thought he was the one to replace me, that is why he is hosting me, or rather I confiscated his lair, his crib, his base… and if I had a decent dick, I would have confiscated his wife. She is a fine piece of ass after all.
My rant lasted an hour, I described my slaves in the most colorful ways, I compared their intelligence with different animals, mostly insects, and amphibians. Then I named some animals their ancestors must have mated with to get this result in stupidity and ignorance. The ones that managed to frown at my words got a five-second Crucio on their ass.
I ended with: "Why do you think Dumbledore let Snape be the head of Slytherin house? Why do you think Snape let your children get away with everything, including rape and bloody murder? Are you Nobles fit to rule a nation, or are you mindless animals just one step away from Greyback's pack? Do I have to look for Ravenclaws or Hufflepuffs to get some virgins or did your lot rape them too?"
That left a deadly silence behind, it had been a long time since someone raised his voice against them, and the occasional Crucio prevented them from answering my questions.
Draco topped it off: "Granger is still a virgin, my Lord, and I bet Potter is too."
That was the moment Narcissa realized she must have mistaken an albino monkey for Lucius when she was conceiving that boy. Her life took a turn for the worse from the moment she married that moron, and now her son is topping his father in stupidity. She cringed when I commented on Draco's statement.
"So, little Dragon, are you suggesting that I ask a Muggleborn and an enemy to aid me willingly in a ritual that will make me stronger? What a wonderful idea! I hope you are not a reflection of all the purebloods, if you are, then our case is lost."
"Leave me," I finally said, "I have to redesign my ritual to work without the virgin boosts, I suggest all of you open your family Grimoires and see why being a virgin is important. GO!"
That will win me a few weeks without them nagging at me for some action.
Xxxxx
A week later the news came out that The-Boy-Who-Lived became The-Boy-Who-Got-Betrothed. The dumbass followed my suggestions and got Daphne Greengrass and Susan Bones! Yep, they came with a package deal, including Tracey Davis and Hannah Abbot. Best of all, seven parents-in-law! Eight, if you count Sirius in the mix.
Rumors had it that Potter got shafted with the contracts, anything more than a chaste kiss would result in heavy penalties, looking sideways to other girls… heavy penalties, not spending enough time with the fiancees… heavy penalties, performing badly on his OWLS and NEWTS… heavy penalties.
I almost feel sorry for the poor sob, almost. The date of his marriage is set a year after graduation, in other words, he will face me before that happens, he probably will die as a virgin.
Sirius got his trial after the contracts were signed, courtesy of Madam Bones with the aid of Lord Greengrass as part of the deal. Immediately, he moved his support to the Gray faction and gave his proxy to Lady Greengrass, Potter did the same with Lady Abbot. He escaped Dumbledore's claws and became someone else's puppet… Meh, it is an upgrade, he is allowed to kiss four girls, which is four more than he did before.
The Daily Fakers were ecstatic! Sales went through the roof! The Boy-Who-Sells-Papers was filling each edition for weeks on end. Dumbledore lost all of his jobs and reputation when July ended, he used all his favors to avoid prosecution.
Xxxxx
Harry Potter opened his next letter
Lord Potter, and I suppose Lord Black too.
Congratulations on your betrothals, Lord Potter, no doubt they will make your Houses great again. You did a wonderful job with Dumbledore, you can finish the job by pointing Skeeter to Bathilda Bagshot in Godrick's Hallow, where she will find what dirty secrets Dumbledore is hiding, or at Muriel Prewitt, the great aunt of your lazy friend Weasley. It is all about Dumbledore's lover Gellert Grindelwald.
I don't want to ruin Skeeter's fun by spilling the beans, you will find out soon enough.
Another cause of worry is the loyalty of your werewolf, who has his loyalty? You or Dumbledore? There is an easy way to test that when Lupin is visiting you, tell Lord Black a story about a dream you keep having about an old shack with a snake nailed at the door and a ring buried under the floor with a strange marking on it. It looked like Grindelwald's coat of arms.
If Lupin reports it to Dumbledore you will know after a few days or weeks.
Now that I have your attention, ask your Godfather about a tale from Beetle the Bard about the Hallows. If Lupin reports to Dumbledore then he will son have the Stone, he already has the Wand. Yes, Lord Black, they are real artifacts, and guess how long a regular cloak keeps its enchantments before they fade? Get it? I hope you let the Goblins examine the cloak for hidden trackers because there is no way Dumbledore would willingly give it back to Lord Potter.
I also have to tell you about the fabled curse I placed on the Dada teaching position, I am sorry to say that I did not do such a thing. What I did is say to Dumbledore when I left his office after my job interview for that position, was that I hoped those teachers would not keep their job for long. My guess is that Dumbledore put that curse on Hogwarts himself.
Well, what you do with this information is up to you, I can give you two pages more, but maybe it is time that your Godfather gets off his lazy ass and starts doing his job. He had the education, and if he thinks this through, you will survive me. I hope you are up to the challenge.
Best of luck, because I need none, Lord Voldemort.
Xxxxx
The copy of the ring in the shack will be enough, I doubled the protections and compulsion charms on it, along with extra spells to hide its Magic. Dumbledore needs a team of Goblins to help him to retrieve that ring. As an extra, the moment he put that ring on, a Petrificus Toatalis spell will trigger and keep him locked for ten minutes, enough for the withering spell to pass his arm, and seal his fate.
A week later my alerts triggered, a visit to my shack showed a petrified Dumbledore with a ring on a withering hand. The poor man could not escape, the anti-portkey and apparating wards that were activated by those spells prevented it.
"Albus my old boy! How nice of you to pay a visit, here, let me take your wands and portkeys, nah, you can keep the ring, it is a copy anyway. Now, I do have a question for you, do you think Potter completed the Prophesy by vanquishing you? After all, you are a Dark Lord too. Your Phoenix? He will find another soon enough, he won't find you on time."
I grinned and said: "Now that I have you here, let's pick your brain, it is a shame to let all that knowledge go to waste… first of all, did you keep that Stone of the Flamels? Nope, it was a fake, after all, they didn't trust you either. Ah? A copycat? Who would revive you… Snape? Do you think by keeping him out of Azkaban he is loyal to you?… Crap! You let him bugger you? Not cool dude! You could be his great-grandpa!"
After I puked my guts out, I continued: "Where did you hide that Horcrux… Smart, this wand? You made a Horcrux of your Hallow? We are so much alike that it is scary! I did so too with the ring! Don't worry, old boy, with these wards you can consider this your new home. Where is your secret stash of books… my, you have a lot of those! Thank you very much, old boy, I will treasure them. No, I don't need to hear any last words, I find those overrated anyway, say hi to Lily and James for me will you? Bye."
There lies a great man, yes, he is over six feet tall with a few inches even! A truly great man! His wraith got sucked in the ring, which was something he never researched, a way to trap the main wraith, therefore preventing him from fully reviving. Horcruxes can gain a new body, but they die after a period of time or they kill the Wraith to survive. Those Horcruxes are nasty things, if one gets a new body, the wraith fades away, or in my case, we fight for domination, like in Highlander, There Can Be Only One!
I put Alby's ring back in the shack and dragged the corps out of the wards, I thought for a minute and wrote a letter with my dicta quill.
Xxxxx
The next day, the Daily Bullshit headlined:
Albus Dumbledore was found dead in front of Hogwarts Gate!
Dear readers,
This is the end of an Era! We, on a tip from a loyal subscriber, found the body of Albus Dumbledore at the gate of Hogwarts. His left arm was shriveled to a husk, clearly caused by a deadly curse. We found an envelope with big letters saying Severus on it. It was clear to us that Dumbledore wanted to give that letter to Severus Snape, the current Potion Professor.
Dear readers, I am ashamed to confess that we could not control our curiosity, and when we opened that letter, what we read shocked us! This is what we read, word for word!
Severus, my last love,
I hope I can reach you on time, if not, you have to follow the directions in my letter. Try to lay the blame of my death on the Potter boy, at the moment he is the major threat to our plans, taking that little shit down a peg or two will benefit us in the long run.
Sevvy, you have the list of ingredients to revive me, use the bones of my father for the ritual, he is buried in Godrick's Hallow, use Lupin's flesh to act as the flesh of the servant, and in my office, there are the instruments to track Potter that contains enough of his blood to act as blood of the enemy.
Do this for me, my love, we can live off the galleons I hid away during the years I managed the Potter Vaults. We will live together, long after the rest are gone.
Yours forever, your Albywalby.
Dear readers, I hope that you as I learned the vanishing spell, we needed that to vanish our sick when we read that letter. With this letter, it proves that Dumbledore is a certified Dark Lord! He dabbed so deep into Dark Magic that he has found a way to revive or get a new body!
We allowed that Dark Lord to teach our children for more than seventy-five years! What damage did he do during those years? Thinking back on my school years, I noticed some worrisome facts, abuse was hardly punished, more, I recall that a few girls quit Hogwarts after incidents with upper years. Rumors of rape and abuse we discarded as just rumors, could it really have happened and covered up by the headmaster and his staff?
Dear readers, we allowed a monster to prey on our children! Is that the reason that caused the war with the Death Eaters? Was their leader a victim of the old Headmaster?
These are worrisome questions and we are going to look for answers.
Your Reporter Labber Mouth B.
Xxxxx
WTF? Are those naffers insinuating I got buggered by Dumbledore?… Was I buggered by Dumbledore? Not that I can remember, but he was good at memory charms, his obliviate was as good as Lockhart's. Anyway, Dumbledore's reputation was in the gutter, where it belonged.
To celebrate, I instructed Narcissa to prepare a big feast, Dumbledore's death was a milestone on our road to victory. Our guest of honor? Severus Snape, he was captured before the body was found.
At my victory speech, yes, every narcissist has them for every occasion, I made a toast: "To our Sevvy! The boy-toy of Albywalby! Don't worry, Sevvy, soon you will follow the love of your life. We are not that heartless to keep you separated. Sheers!"
Ah! That felt good, that Sevvy kept denying everything didn't work at all, it just reinforced the belief that it was true. I cut his vocal cords after I showed the Elder Wand to Sevvy. Am I cruel? I suppose so, but then again, I am a fucking Dark Lord! It is in my job description to be cruel! To be honest? I kind of enjoyed it a bit... OK, I enjoyed it a lot. Bite me.
After the celebration and the usual torture and kill act, I took Narcissa aside and commanded: "Demand the Black elf to come here and deliver the body to Lord Black, tell him you will destroy the locket for him. Not a word of this to your family, Narcissa, I know that you are the brains of this family, you know what to do to survive. Go."
Kreacher dropped the body of Snape on the dinner table I heard, it just happened that the four fiancees were visiting, and ended with Snape on their plates. They puked all over the corps, a fitting ending if I say so myself.
It got me my locket back, all I need is the Tiara and my Huffy Cup… Bellatrix! No, first I need my Dick back in working order, I could do a double sister act, once Bella recovered enough to receive my trusts, you got that wordplay? Ah, good for you.
Xxxxx
My research on the ritual got split up, one way was sacrificing a herd of unicorns or fairies, although I am not a fan of that option, I lost my nose and Dick that way. The second option was sacrificing a bunch of dark creatures, sixteen of them, with me the seventeenth, the luckiest Prime number.
Hmm, would they protest? Would they miss sixteen of them? Nah, Werewolves are Dark creatures too and I bet Greyback will volunteer for the job. I'll make them Chinese volunteers, you know, the kind of volunteers that were forced to build railroads in the late eighteen hundreds.
Anyway, I contacted Greyback to bring his pack along to us. He arrived in late August with his pack, twenty-seven of them. Lucius was so nice to house them all, such a loyal servant, they are hard to find you know.
What was left was to get Bella out of Azkaban. Frankly, it was easy to do so, I Imperio'd a guard, gave him a bottle of Polyjuice, and ordered him to set the Dementors loose on the death eaters at the end of his shift, afterward change place with Bellatrix and get kissed, while Bella walks out disguised as the guard. By the time they realize something is wrong, Bella will be long gone. That guard was a corrupted asshole anyway.
After feeding her a pepper up, a good bath, and proper clothes, all done lovingly by me, she was in tears by the TLC I showed her, a few words, some strokes on the right place, and she was ready to go to hell and back for me. Narcissa took Bella along to Gringotts. They retrieved the Huffy Cup while I sent Wormtail to get the Tiara. I am certain that the Goblins removed Potter's Horcrux, so I have to do with the ones I have left.
Fenrir brought fifteen females along and only twelve core members when he heard it was for prolonged undercover duty, good for me, I have less opposition that way. At the next full moon, I fed them a modified Wolfsbane potion, Snape's latest… last invention, not only does it calm the wolf, but it paralyzes them, no doubt designed to take care of Lupin. It worked like a charm, with the help of Narcissa and Bellatrix we took sixteen wolves along, all the females and the weakest male, and killed the rest.
I commented: "That pack was out of control anyway, I don't know how or what they end up after the ritual, and I don't want to deal with some angry wolves, they can be glad that I use them for my ritual. Place them on the marked spots dears. After that, send everyone away except the both of you. Then put the Manor in Lockdown, this ritual will take all night."
I placed my Horcruxes in key positions around me, I tricked Nagini into a silver cage to 'Protect' her from the bad wolvies.
I spoke up: "I don't know what will happen to you after the ritual, if you survive it, you will be rewarded and sent to any country of your choice with two thousand Galleons." I shrugged and continued: "You probably die, try to endure it if you can."
The wolfbane potion made them understand my words, they only could widen their eyes when I started chanting my spells and mantras. The purpose of the ritual was to curse the Horcruxes and force them back into my soul, my sacrifice was the curses of the Werewolves, one by one the Horcruxes appeared above their prison. Then, when it was almost morning, the curses lifted from the werewolves and forced the Horcruxes to join my main soul.
The pain was a bitch to bare, five soul pieces forced their way back into my body, and I can tell you, a Crucio is nothing compared with this, when I was about to lose my mind, the full moon was over, and the wolves turned back to human, Nagini didn't survive the ritual. I slowly recuperated and looked around, the werewolves didn't suffer it seemed, no, they even looked better than normal.
"I can say my part of the ritual was a success, "I said, "What changed on your side?"
The only male of the group answered: "I don't know how you did this, my lord, but the wolf is gone, I can't feel him anymore."
Others confirmed it, they could not feel any wolf in their bodies, better, all the curse scars disappeared too. It is a good thing I killed Greyback, he would not be happy that I undid all his hard work of turning them.
I inspected my body, my pink color was back, I am a Caucasian again, my feet are back to normal, and my dick is standing proud and above average! No more gorilla dick! Some of the women saw my stiffy and moved in, I am not complaining though, if this is the way to say thank you, they can say thank you as much as they want… the dude better use words, my ass only allows one-way traffic.
Bella came in to take a look at the result of the ritual, when she noticed five of the women working me over she dropped her clothes and shouted: "Out of the way! He is mine!"
Well, Bellatrix was a fine-looking piece of ass, Azkaban didn't improve her looks though, but, it is one hell of a diet center, she was a borderline anorexia patient, I bet only Magic prevented her organs from shutting down. Her stamina was not what it used to be, so a few strokes from little Voldy in her cunt got her over the edge and passed out.
"Well, she tried, who is next? You there, the male, tell Narcissa that we eat breakfast in two hours… stay upstairs." I better kill that guy, the women will keep quiet, but that man can rat me out to the rest of the pack… no two women are taking him by his arms, meh, he can live.
Two hours later, I carried Bella to her bed after forcing a nutrition potion down her throat. When she protested I said: "Be a good girl, Bella, in this state you can't handle me alone, so you got to share. Do you understand? The better you recuperate the fewer girls are needed to sate me."
I whispered in her ear: "I got rid of those oafs, they didn't deserve my Bellatrix, get better soon and I'll put a child in your womb. Would you like that, my Bella?" The bitch passed out, I'll take that as a yes.
Xxxxx
After breakfast, we burned the werewolves on a funeral pyre, surprisingly the women were dancing around the pyre, Fenrir was not so popular with his former pack. Six of them were British, the male and five women were from Germany, the other five were from different countries. They were happy to accept the money and leave the country with the portkey I made for them.
The six Brits decided to stay with us, they found a new Alpha in me, and after the shagging they got from me, they thought it was an upgrade. The women ranged from 14 to 32, most didn't last that long, Fenrir's pack was not known to be gentle to their members. Meh, I'll let Bella handle them, they are used to crazy people, so she will fit right in.
I asked Narcissa: "Well, Lady Malfoy? What do you think of my new body?"
Narcissa carefully answered: "You are unrecognizable, My Lord. You can turn a new leaf if you want and leave your old life behind. Start a new one without all the negative reputation of the last war."
More daring she continued: "You said it yourself, Dumbledore tricked you to resort to extreme violence. Our husbands lost themselves too in that crazy frenzy, sometimes I thought they were possessed, as I read what they did in the papers."
I nodded: "You are right about that, dear, but you have to admit some of them are animals that love to kill, torture, and rape, some of them, your husband included, are criminals that use the death eaters' reputation to blackmail and extort the people, in other words, what do suggest I do with them?"
