There were many things that came with clarity and Harry was not going to lie, he figured out that clarity was going to come with him immediately. The moment that the Horcrux was removed from his head, his mind was going to be cleared once again.
"This procedure was more about clearing your mind, and getting Riddle's knowledge, it was about vengeance," Lily offered and there was a sense that Harry got from his mother that whatever vengeance that she acquired, it was not nearly strong enough for her to be sated. Harry mentally made a remark that his mother could be pretty bloodthirsty when she put her mind to something.
Harry was pretty glad that he was on the good side of his mother.
"You got the diary, that's a good start," Lily informed Harry as they took some notes.
"The Cup is going to be the hardest, given that it's presently in the Lestrange family vault," Harry offered and Andromeda chimed in with a few words of her own.
"And the Lestrange family vault is currently underneath the control of my middle sister, Bellatrix," Andromeda said to them both as she sat up and sipped a drink, still feeling the ravishes of what happened. "And given that she's in Azkaban, I don't know how you're going to get her permission to access the vault."
Harry offered a smile. "I'm just going to ask her."
Andromeda raised her eyebrow and offered one statement to Harry. "Are you serious?"
Lily opened her mouth to make the obvious retort but Andromeda's stern expression said it all and there was one word. "Don't even say it, I know it."
"Yes, well…it was obvious," Harry offered in an absent minded voice as he scrawled on the paper. "The snake might be the hardest of them at all, with the ring being the most easy."
"And that's saying something with the dangerous charms and the temptation of it," Lily offered. "The ring, the diadem, the locket, the cup, and the snake."
"Then Voldemort himself," Harry reminded her. He was not going to discount Voldemort as being part of that hunt, but he was at the top of the mountain and the final person that Harry had to knock off. Even if he assumed that the moment that he removed the last Horcruxes, Voldemort would drop dead, he was going to make sure the body was devoid of breath, life, and blood was from him.
"Yes, but he's the very last," Andromeda told him.
"Saving the worst for last," Lily commented although she was going to be pleased when Riddle saw his final breath. Right now, she figured that there might have been some long term damage.
She also hoped that it would cause him a lot of misery, although Lily had no idea how much it would do. With the Horcruxes, they were walking into some uncharted territories. If she was lucky, as many Death Eaters would be taken down with him as possible. She offered a smile at the thought of it.
Before they could step forward with the next part of the plan, an owl arrived. Harry watched the owl arrive in rapt anticipation and there was a second where he paused. The owl looked regal and dare he say it, a bit pompous. He saw Andromeda's eyes went with rapt anticipation and she looked over her shoulder to watch Harry.
"It's Narcissa….I wonder what she wants," Andromeda commented.
"Well after the meeting we had in the Ministry, I can only imagine what she wants," Harry offered her and there was a second where Andromeda and Lily exchanged a curious expression and it was Andromeda who chimed in with another statement.
"What did you do?" Andromeda demanded of Harry and there was a crisp smile on the face of the young wizard as he shook his head.
"Just watch and wait," Harry commented to her as he prepared to open up the letter. He was more than curious with what Narcissa had to say, especially with the seeds that he planted in her mind after what happened. The wizard unfolded the letter and he saw that the parchment was among the best in the world. He smoothed it out despite that and prepared to read the letter.
Dear Mr. Potter:
I'm sure that I am one of the last people that you expected to write to them, given that your animosity between yourself and Draco is infamous throughout those who gone to Hogwarts. Although I'm sure that I should take anything that he says about you with a grain of salt.
"Yes, Narcissa was always smart enough not to judge something that she did not see with her own eyes," Andromeda commented in an approving voice. There was a second where Harry eyed her and she waved towards Harry to continue.
Despite that fact, and despite my son's claims, I have been extremely interesting in meeting you for an extremely long time. After the winds of change have been blowing, we need to figure out how these things blow. And I know that there are going to be certain situations where we are going….well we are going to have to stand together.
With the Dark Lord's returning being rather underwhelming, there are going to be a lot of opportunities that present themselves. Opportunities that I cannot speak of during a letter for correspondence can get intercepted.
I hope that you understood the need to meet with me in person and I swear, that there will be no deception. If you wish to bring an audience, I understand. Bring as many people as you wish and I assure you that I have pretty much nothing to hide.
I hope to be in touch with you soon,
Narcissa Malfoy.
Harry looked at the letter, there was a smile on his face as he scanned every bit of the letter. He understood one thing about purebloods and that was they were the masters of the double meaning. He was used to playing with double meanings, most knowledge he learned was made by him being able to read between the lines. He closed his eyes and he ran his hands down the piece of parchment.
Andromeda saw Harry look over the parchment and she wondered what he was going to do. She felt her own nerves escalate and she leaned to face Harry, asking him one thing.
"So what are you going to do?" Andromeda asked him and Harry craned his neck to look at her.
"That's a good question," Harry admitted to her. There was a second where the young wizard and he raised his eyes up into the air.
He saw Narcissa Malfoy, who despite having conceived a rat bastard of a rat bastard, she was fairly attractive. She had the perfect fit body, with the blonde hair, the stormy grey eyes, the luscious red lips, the nice ass, the bountiful breasts, the flat stomach, the long luscious legs, curves die for.
She was a woman to be sure.
On the other hand, Harry knew that her beauty was a mask of how dangerous she could potentially be. So he needed to step forward and prepare himself. He knew he was potentially walking into a den of snakes.
He heard Andromeda's warnings and headed them well. The blonde was someone who was a true Slytherin. The woman was everything that Draco assumed himself to be but fell rather short off of the marker. The wizard's eyes flashed.
He would meet Narcissa Malfoy but he would do so on his own terms and his own terms would ensure that he would be leading the dance. It amused him to think that this woman, so used to leading the dance would be one that he would lead.
He was amused at the games that would happen. The green eyes flashed with Harry rolled his hand over and he prepared for himself. He was going to take the next step and prepare for everything.
Narcissa Malfoy had so many emotions that flittered through her mind. The foremost emotion that went throughout her mind was that of nervousness. She felt her stomach turn a little bit as she waited and watched. The blonde's eyes flooded and she reared her head back, closing her eyes, wondering what might happen next.
Her heart pumped a bit more and she wondered what she was getting herself into. That brief meeting at the Ministry with young Mr. Potter, well Narcissa was not going to lie. It stirred up several thoughts and emotions in her mind. The blonde's eyes glazed over and she closed her eyes as she heard footsteps.
It wasn't Harry Potter just yet.
'I'm sure Harry will show up when he's ready to show up,' Narcissa commented, she got a brief note that stated that he would be here by noon and it was not late yet. Although she was hoping that this visit might be a little bit more early. The anticipation building up in the back of her mind was quite nasty and she could not shake off the fact that there was something…..well she could not shake off the fact that there was something regarding his visit that made her excited.
Anticipation built in Narcissa's mind and she waited, sipping on her drink as she wondered when he would show up.
"Mrs. Malfoy, as promised, I've made my appointment."
Narcissa looked up and she very nearly swallowed a lump that manifested in the back of her throat. She saw him standing there, vibrant green eyes, messy black hair, the things that what wet dreams were made of to most women. In fact, every witch from about the age of eleven to a hundred and eleven had certain thoughts of Harry Potter at one time or another.
And those thoughts resounded through the mind of this woman.
"Mr. Potter, I'm glad that you made it," Narcissa commented as she regained the poise and elegance that was expected of a woman of her statue. "And please, it's Narcissa."
Harry smiled as he sat down. It was a smile that caused the panties of a woman to become absolutely and totally soaked. "Then I insist that it's Harry as well. After all, we shouldn't feel uncomfortable with each other, now should we?"
Narcissa offered a slight smile, in spite of herself. "Quite."
Harry ordered a drink to join her. This was a fancy magical establishment, then again the world had more places for a meeting than the Leaky Cauldron, The Three Broomsticks, or even the Hog's Head. Harry figured out that much but this was a place that only the most elite purebloods can get into.
Naturally, Harry's scar was more than sufficient to allow him entrance. He did not make a habit of utilizing his fame too much to get what he wanted but when Harry did, he felt it prudent to do so in style.
"So what is on your mind, Narcissa?" Harry asked her.
'A loaded question, Harry,' the youngest of the Black daughters stated, not realizing that she was projecting every thought, seedy as they might be, straight into the mind of one Harry Potter. She shook her head and managed to calm herself, realizing that this would be a situation where she would have to remain poised and fairly dignified.
"Well, I'm sure you noticed that my husband is not well," Narcissa remarked, carefully not bringing up their encounter at the Ministry.
"I heard, and you look fairly well," Harry commented, "inadvertently" brushing his hand across her bare thigh in order to get an extra napkin.
"Yes, thank you," Narcissa commented.
"No, one should not thank the truth, my lady," Harry told the blonde and despite the fact one could not see it from this vantage point, Narcissa was really smiling. "The fact of the matter is that, your husband is not well, because the misdeeds of all of the purebloods are catching up with him. So, tell me, how is Riddle?"
"You are referring to the Dark Lord?" Narcissa asked.
"Yes, your pureblood messiah is nothing more than a bastard abomination of a squib and a common Muggle, I'm sure that it may be safe to brand all purebloods in the league with him as blood traitors," Harry offered as he sipped his wine and smiled. "It would be unwise to throw your worship behind false idles, Narcissa."
"If you say so, Mr. Potter," Narcissa commented, Harry Potter was nothing like she had ever experienced before and that was a good thing, an extremely good thing. She shook her head, bringing herself back to reality, or what passed as reality for her.
"But you're not completely in the league with him, are you?"
Narcissa blinked. "I beg your pardon."
"I know someone as intelligent as yourself, you'd never mar your skin with that mark," Harry commented as he looked into her eyes and Narcissa found herself staring back at them, in spite of herself. Despite the fact that she considered herself to be of the highest breeding, she was suspectible to the charms of Harry Potter.
"No, I found my reasons to never be presented….with the mark."
"And that will save your life," Harry told her and Narcissa blinked. "The Dark Lord is not just ill, the moment that a few more threads that he has tying him loosely to life are pluck he will go…."
Harry made a slitting motion with his throat. As crude as that gesture might have been, Narcissa closed her eyes and her heart beat a bit more steadily. She looked at him.
"Are you serious?"
"No, I believe that's my godfather," Harry commented and Narcissa closed her eyes in bemusement.
"You know, he wore that joke out by the time he was four or five," Narcissa said to him but she smiled at him in spite herself.
"I know, that makes it all that much more hilarious," Harry commented to her as he leaned back and offered her what he thought was a winning smile and Narcissa would have to agree, in many ways, it was an extremely winning smile.
"Yes….well despite that fact, I know where the person who framed him is," Narcissa commented to him.
"You mean, Pettigrew don't you?" Harry asked. Harry had not forgotten about that particular item on his list of things to do before he left this crummy world behind. If he could prove Sirius's innocence then he could make those at the Ministry who offered the order of the Kiss even more like fools.
"Yes, disturbing man that he is," Narcissa commented. Lucius had been one of the few privileged enough to know of whom the spy in the Order was and he had not naturally spoken up in Black's favor.
Although if Sirius Black was smart, even though he was not guilty, he should have tried the Imperius Curse defense. He did have sufficient gold to get out of trouble but she supposed that pride came before a fall. The woman looked at him.
"He's in a place called Spinner's End, it belonged to…."
"The recently fallen Severus Snape," Harry commented as he looked almost saddened, although Narcissa could see that it was a front. "Thank you Narcissa, I'll make sure to thank Peter for all that he's done for me. He does owe me a debt and he turned around and resurrected that snake faced bastard with Daddy issues."
"Well I've never quite heard the Dark Lord referred in such terms," Narcissa offered.
"He is just a mere man named Tom Riddle," Harry said to him.
Narcissa could not resist making the next statement. "And you are…."
"Dear Narcissa, you'll find that I'm more than mere ,my dear," Harry told her as he leaned in close to her and closed the gap with a searing kiss that made her toes curl up in delight.
She found herself pressed back on the table and knew what was going to happen next.
Smut/Lemon Begins.
Harry pulled back her robes, revealing a tight green top that wrapped around her breasts. He smiled as he saw her cleavage and held his finger up, slowly but surely tracing down the side of her cleavage, causing her to shiver for a second. The wizard kept working his finger down her cleavage and kissed the side of her neck, which caused her to whimper.
Harry's hands ran down her legs and he pushed his fingers down her.
"It's been a long time since you've gotten anything, hasn't it?" Harry asked as he cupped Narcissa's pussy and she whimpered.
"YES!" she screamed as he rammed his fingers deep into her, playing and cupping with her extremely moist womanhood. The blonde's whimpering breathed and Harry worked into her. She lifted her hips up and Harry kept running his fingers down her snub, and pushed his fingers deeper into her dripping pussy.
"Oh, you're so tight, this has barely been touched, but then again, figures Lucius wouldn't know to do with a piece of pussy like this," Harry growled as he licked the inside of her pussy.
"Oh, but you do, my lord," Narcissa panted as she felt her nipples get so hard that it almost hurt.
Harry pinched her breasts and caused her moans as his mouth worked over her smoldering core. He was licking and sucking her.
"I need you, I need you inside me," Narcissa moaned as she was stripped completely naked.
Harry saw her perky breasts, along with a flat stomach. She had a shaven pussy and Harry cupped her pussy. She felt the pleasure as he grabbed her breasts, mostly tender and untouch.
"On your hands and knees," Harry told her and Narcissa submissively rolled over, on her hands and knees. Harry lifted his hand up and slapped her right on the rear, which caused her a slight whimper.
"My lord, please," Narcissa breathed and Harry slapped her across the ass once more.
"You're going to take this, like a woman," Harry told her and he cupped her pussy from behind and rammed into her from behind.
Narcissa's eyes practically bugged out as her pussy stretched out to accommodate his probing tool. The wizard hammered into her back and forth from behind, driving his thick tool as deep into her dripping pussy as he could.
"This pussy belongs to me," Harry growled and he cupped her tits, hammering into her over and over again from behind.
"Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh yes!" Narcissa shrieked out loud as she offered her agreement to this declaration as Harry speared his huge length between her thighs. The wizard was going to pound her down into the ground and he held onto her breasts, pumping into her as deep as he could.
Harry growled as he felt her quim squeeze around his snug tool and he saw Andromeda and Lily awaiting from the crowd. Lily was unbuttoning her top, to reveal that she was not wearing anything underneath. Harry offered a rather prominent grin as he rammed into Narcissa.
He grabbed her hand and Narcissa felt pleasure as he ran his hands all over her body. He always kept her touching with how he was touching her. Her pussy wrapped around him as he plunged into her smoldering center.
Andromeda stepped forward and she caressed Narcissa's face as she was coming down from a high.
"Hello, my sister," Andromeda said to her in a smile as she traced her fingers around her nipples.
"Andi….I should have know….you'd be a part of this," Narcissa moaned and Andromeda got on the table and pulled down her pants.
"I want you to eat me," Andromeda told Narcissa and when there was a hint of protest, Lily shoved Narcissa's face into Andromeda's snatch.
Narcissa was so fucked silly that she did not even question the fact that a dead woman just shoved her face into her older sister's vagina. The woman happily slurped her pussy and closed her mouth around it, working its way.
"Oh, that's fucking it, fucking drill her," Lily told Harry and Harry did not really need telling twice. His throbbing hard cock buried between her walls and Harry kept ramming into Narcissa.
Narcissa was about to be fucked into submission and another Harry appeared, splitting off. He appeared between Lily, running his fingers down her naked body, cupping her breasts and pressing her against the table. The red head closed her eyes and felt Harry slip into her with ease.
Lily screamed hard as Harry hammered into her. Her son's most useful tool slammed deep into her quim, causing her to lubricate his pole, and rammed into her. Her walls tightened around him and Harry pressed down onto her, her hips arching to meet his tool.
"Oh, yes, oh Harry, oh fuck!" Lily mewled as Harry slammed into her hot pussy and the woman's walls hugged him snugly as Harry pounded into her. Her hips rose up and lowered down, as the two of them worked into each other.
"Yes, that's what we're doing….time to include Andromeda in on this," Harry grunted.
Narcissa passed out and she switched positions with her sister, with a little aid from Andromeda. Andromeda was on her hands and knees, her delicious rump was presented. Harry cupped Andromeda's pussy and rubbed it from behind. His cock pushed between her walls and he hammered into her.
"FUCK ME!" Andromeda begged as Harry hammered into her from behind. Her pussy was stretched out by Harry's cock as he kept hammering into her from behind. Her snug walls got even tighter around his rod.
"Yes, that feels so good, doesn't it?" Harry asked her and Andromeda nodded as Harry wrapped his hands around her hips. Harry worked his long dick into her, hammering into her and the pureblood MILF closed her eyes.
Lily felt the pleasure as his hands rolled over her body and he hammered her pussy, working her lips apart and she lifted her hips up, moaning as her son speared his length as far into her body as he could go. She felt him stretch her walls apart and her legs wrapped around him.
"Harder, faster, please, please," Lily mewled. Sure enough, Harry was not going to hold down, he was going to slam into her tightening quim even faster. The redhead's walls hugged him snugly and Harry kept working into her. She closed her eyes, digging her nails into his shoulder with frecocity, and she felt her hips pushed apart.
Harry gave her an attack to her pussy, slamming into her. His balls were about to tighten.
"Yes, cum in me, oh cum in me!" Lily moaned as her pussy tingled with pleasure and Harry slammed into her.
Andromeda kept munching on her younger sister's pussy and Harry hammered into the older Black sister. Her MILF cunt stretched around his magic tool and hammered into her at super speed. The woman's walls tightened around him and Harry kept working into her, at an intense speed.
His balls slapping against her thigh was very good and her tight and warm walls kept going snugly around her. Her slick walls caressed his hard cock as he rammed into her over and over again. The woman's walls hugged around him tightly as she lifted her hips. Harry kept hammering into her, going even deeper into her, even harder.
Andromeda closed her eyes and felt the pleasure course through her loins. His cock was a wonder and she could not have enough of it. No matter how hard she tried, she could not imagine anything like it and her life would have a void if she did not experience that thick tool that went between her legs.
"That's so fucking good, isn't it?" Harry grunted and Andromeda's moans were all of the answer that he needed. Harry plowed into the oldest Black Daughter.
Harry smiled as he had sensations course through his balls and his loins tighten. With a few more thrusts, he came into the women, fucking them into the ground.
Lily, Andromeda, and Narcissa all were fucked into silliness and Harry was fulfilled, at least for the moment.
Smut/Lemon Ends.
The once proud, although perhaps a place like this might have never looked proud, Gaunt Shack was the destination for the group. Lily, Andromeda, Nym, Fleur, and Harry walked outside of the shack and looked up.
"I can feel the magic in the air," Harry commented as he reared his head back. There was a sense that the magic that he felt, it was not good.
The good news was that thanks to having Riddle's memories, he knew everything that he did, every curse that he did. The real problem was that the power of the ring combined with the Horcrux that would cause some problems. The green eyes of Harry flared for a second and he focused one everything.
He needed to make sure he recalled everything with the strongest and most picture perfect clarity. The ring was the easiest, but there were a lot of traps around it.
Harry stood on the floor board of the house, it rotted right through, and he was not sure it was not entirely through the magic.
The walls of the house flashed for a second, everything was almost sentient.
"Okay, this is kind of creepy," Nym muttered as she walked into the room, her wand out.
"Only kind of creepy?" Harry asked her and Nym shrugged.
"Okay, this is very much creepy," Nym admitted as she barely surpressed a shudder that she had. Harry placed an arm around her waist and pulled her in closer to him.
"Don't worry, we'll figure out something….one way or another," Harry commented to the woman and she nodded, placing her fingers around her wand as she held it. She took a nervous step forward and her eyes blinked.
"What is…."
"Curses, jinxes, hexes, a deadly combination no matter how you slice it," Lily offered without missing a beat as she walked over. "So Harry…."
"Stand back," Harry offered to them and he waved his hand. "This should freeze anything nasty for about fifteen minutes but we should assume less just in case I'm wrong."
"Of course," Lily said, but she was confident that her son was correct. Never the less, the redhead made her way forward into the area and nearly swallowed the lump in her throat. She shook her head, she had to focus as she made her way forward.
The boards were pretty much rotting and Harry pealed them from the floor. There was a pit, it was not big enough to classify as a basement, it was more or less a pit, and it allowed him to climb down.
Fleur, Nym, Andromeda, and Lily followed him down into the pit.
"Are you ready?" Lily whispered to Harry and he performed a few more spells to access the enchantments.
He pulled out the Basilisk Fang that he carefully wrapped in a piece of dragon hide. The edges were sharp, so if he got stabbed with them, it was not going to feel very pleasant at all. His green eyes flared with a slight bit of annoyance as he prepared the fang, it was primed and ready to stab anything that got in his way.
He saw the ring and he knew what it was. He doubted that Riddle even knew, actually given his memories, he did know that Riddle found the legend of the Three Keys of Eternity, the Deathly Hallows, whatever one wanted to call them, to be a fanciful legend at best. Harry thought them to be intriguing but he never put such stock into things.
Given the British Wizarding World's inability to tell a straight story, he was not about to say that there was going to be something that he was going to believe or not.
Regardless, if this object was as powerful as one said it was, it would survive its destruction, long after the Horcrux had been destroyed. With steady hands and a steadier glance, Harry clutched the Basilisk fang in his hand. He lifted it over his head.
He heard an echo in the ring, a temptation to put it on, one that he would have succumbed to, had he been one of weak will but Harry Potter was not one of weak will, no he was strong, he was strength, he was going to stab that stone straight through and damage it.
He stabbed the fang straight through to the stone, causing it a great amount of damage. There was a hissing as the stone busted apart and the venom caused the stone to ooze straight through, the venom destroying.
The four witches behind Harry braced themselves and they waited for the other shoe to drop.
"So far, so good," Harry offered with a smile on his face, as he looked over his shoulder. The wizard shook his head.
He scooped up the ring and placed it inside a magical box and closed his eyes. He then disapparated with a pop, landing on the Hogwarts grounds.
'Take that Hogwarts: A History,' Harry thought to himself in amusement. He had read that book once before and he had never seen anything that was the epitome of the British magical world, a contradiction of lies.
Then again, given that the book had a stamp of endorsement from the Ministry of Magic, why was he not surprised? He had read several unbiased books that had been censored by the Ministry about the founders, including several accounts verified by magical historians outside of Ministry control.
Harry slipped the cloak over his body and made his way up to the school in record time. He followed Voldemort's memories, like it was a map. He knew where the room was, and he knew what he had to do to get inside.
The wizard waited outside of the room and entered it once a doorway presented itself. He navigated through the mountains in the room before he found out what he needed. Piles of rubbish as far as the eyes could see, broken cauldrons, ripped textbooks, shredded up notes, likely with blackmail material in them as well.
That was not what Harry was concerned, as he passed a love letter to a girl named Dolores from some bloke named Fenrir. He saw Ravenclaw's Diadem laying on the pile.
He understood that most of the magic in the Diadem had faded during Rowena's lifetime, but it was still a priceless artifact. The type that would have called to Riddle's egocentric behavior.
Harry stabbed straight through the artifact. The basilisk venom pumped into the highly magical object caused it to collapse in a pile of dust.
Harry scanned the room for anything else of value but much to his disappointment, there were no hidden treasures.
Next was the cave with the locket and Harry disapparated from Hogwarts to outside the cave just to prove that he could.
He closed his eyes and used a handy little charm that allowed him to fly forward over the waters to the cave. There was no way that he was going over Inferi infested waters in a boat.
The field of anti-gravity charms over the waters nearly knocked Harry out of the sky but he managed to negate them and land outside of the cave.
He closed his eyes and pulled a beater bat out from his cloak. He super charged it with magic and smashed the basin open, causing the fluids to flow out. He created a barrier before the fluids flowed out and stirred up the Inferi in the lake.
An idiot would think that they would have to drink the potion to make it disappear, but Harry was always one to think outside of the box.
Harry levitated the locket but found that there was a note inside.
'Well, we might have a bit of a problem here,' Harry thought to himself.
Lord Voldemort had seen far better days than the day he was currently living. The Dark Lord was feared by all but he spent more time in his chambers than he spent out with his Death Eaters. Of course, the less time that he spent with those cowards and fools, the better that he could.
Riddle felt that some of them had acquired some kind of illness. He wished he could retrieve his most powerful and loyal followers from Azkaban and he was making plans.
The problem was that he required sleep, his body was rejecting the blood transfusion and he could barely keep his head high in the air. The Dark Lord wondered what was happening to him and he wondered if Wormtail botched the ritual.
It had to be Wormtail's fault, but that worm was suffering for things. Once Snape returned from the sabbactical that he was on, he would make sure that Snape had Wormtail suffer. Although Voldemort amused himself with the fact that he did not really know which of the two suffered even more from the situation.
Never the less, it was an amusing situation for sure and the Dark Lord wished that he could find more humor out of it.
He felt a stirring pain throughout his stomach and he wondered why he was feeling these problems. He had underwent rituals that would make him stronger than most mere mortals, no not most, all mere mortals.
He was the most feared but there was one minor thing that got in his way and that was time and time again, Harry Potter managed to avoid getting murdered by him.
The Dark Lord did not know how Potter managed it, in fact he was not too happy that Potter kept managing it. Yet, somehow, someway, Potter managed to escape.
He had to torture a Death Eater who suggested that he should have killed Potter when he had him tied up. They simply did not get it.
He tapped his fingers on the chair and tried to get up but he was weak. Weakness was not something that the Dark Lord was used to and it was not something that he would accept, not now and not ever.
'Pettigrew, that fool I will have a talk with him,' Voldemort thought to himself as he had the Daily Prophet delivered to him.
He crumpled the paper up in his hand out of abject anger. The fact the Ministry of Magic were going to meet reforms, that did not fit in with his plans, at all. The Dark Lord closed his eyes and opened them up. Although they did not open up too far, for they remained narrow. He wondered how many of his well kept plans would be ruined.
There was another amount of news that caused Riddle great anger.
Harry Potter had taken his NEWT level examinations just this past summer and it was publicized that he achieved the highest scores, beating the mark set over fifty years ago.
Voldemort was none too pleased, that meant another defeat at the hands of Potter in his mind and that was not something that he could abide by, not now and not ever. The Dark Lord furiously crumpled the paper in his hand but felt a stabbing pain go through his arms.
If he thought he could summon his Death Eaters, he would, but he would not summon them in such a state. He would survive this. His prodigal skills would not fail him, he would not suffer a setback such as this.
He looked at the crumped paper, there was a flashing picture of Harry Potter on it, it was pretty much mocking him. There was only one statement that flashed through his eyes.
'I'm better than you and I know it.'
There was news about the Ministry and there was also news about Dumbledore stepping down, along with speculation if he was dying. Voldemort hoped so, there was no one person who he wished to say more than Dumbledore, well unless one counted Potter.
"My Lord."
Wormtail arrived, he whimpered practically as he stated this.
"This had better be important, Pettigrew, enough to leave your post," Voldemort commented, his voice had no humor, no sympathy, nothing but the cold and distinct malice that one expected from the greatest Dark Lord that ever lived.
"Apologizes to you, my Lord but….I saw her in Diagon Alley and her vengeance will be horrible!" Wormtail yelled, practically losing his head.
Voldemort did the only thing that he knew to calm down a hysterical man.
"Crucio."
Wormtail's screams got even louder let and the Dark Lord looked at them. It was music to his ears, the pain and suffering of others. He enjoyed torturing humans and animals, seeing their suffering, and since Wormtail was technically both, it was something that Voldemort got off of a lot.
"What are you blathering about, you worthless worm?" Riddle hissed angrily and he nearly bared his teeth at Wormtail.
He gulped in spite himself and shook his head.
"Lily Potter, she lives my Lord…."
Voldemort had one word to say that. "Impossible."
Wormtail shook his head so much that the Dark Lord would not have been surprised if it twisted off from the over-exertion. "No, my Lord, I saw her, she was in Diagon Alley and Snape must have seen her as well, for his mind snapped."
"Snape's mind snapped because he has been working too closely to Dumbledore for too long," Voldemort said in a dismissive voice. "He will return after his sabbactical and after his mind as well. Until that moment, you are to return to Spinner's End. People do not return from the dead, Wormtail."
Wormtail wondered why his master would not believe him but looking at him….no he needed to focus on his own wellbeing, because Lily would kill him, slowly and painfully.
He feared her vengeance and he made his way back to Spinner's End, where he would hide in a hole in the wall as a rat. Yes, that was it, no one would ever find him.
His stomach growled, and he shook his head, he needed to eat, after all, man or rodent, someone has to eat.
He scrounged around for scraps on the floor and took a step forward, seeing a piece of cheese that had been dropped on the floor. And it was the good type of cheese as well.
The moment Wormtail placed his paws on the cheese, he disappeared and then reappeared into a small glass cage where there was nowhere out.
"Hello, Peter."
Wormtail saw two sets of green eyes on the other end of the glass cage and started to squeak madly as his predicament set in.