Eye of the Storm
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,582
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Old Friends, New Enemies
The Eye of the Storm
Chapter 3
Voldemort sat in a chair in front of a huge roaring fire, since his re-birth he found he was often cold and he felt very old these days. One of his followers came into the room and knelt “have you found what he is up to yet?” he enquired.
“No my Lord” the man cowered, hating to be the bearer of this bad news.
Voldemort slipped soundlessly from his chair and stalked towards the simpering wizard. “He is doing something, and I want to know what!” he turned his head, his reptilian eyes roved over the kneeling man. “Do NOT fail me in this!” he hissed and pointed his wand towards the man as though driving this threat home.
“He is not at home right now; he took a trip my Lord, according to contacts at the Ministry he went … abroad.”
Voldemort had been walking back towards the fireplace and upon hearing this he turned back “where did he go?”
“He went to Egypt My Lord.”
“Ahh, so he is still seeking her and the mirror!” he looked thoughtful for a minute “go, find him and follow him, I want to know what he is doing there!”
“My Lord, maybe he is trying to gain this power for you?” the little man simpered.
“Yes…” Voldemort replied, before turning his wand on the wizard who cowered before him “Crucio!”
The wizard fell to the ground, screaming in agony as he felt like every cell in his body was on fire … his screams were gratifying to Lord Voldemort and he smiled weakly and the sounds of pain and suffering washed over him.
Releasing the man from the curse Voldemort turned to the man “do no be so stupid!” he glared at the man “the power Lucius seeks is something he would not relinquish to me, it would make him more powerful than me – this is very old magic he seeks. If he gets it, he will use it to usurp me and gain power over all dark magic – and if he did not, if he were to give it to me, I would kill him anyway, and Lucius knows it!”
“But why Mr Lord, why kill him for giving you more power?” the wizard backed away as he asked this, afraid that Voldemort would use the Cruciatus curse on him once more.
“WHY?” Voldemort boomed, leaning over the man, placing his face directly in front of his in a threatening manner and then hissed “because I will not tolerate weakness in my followers!”
The man looked afraid – “Lucius cannot win?” he cowered, expecting to be cursed again at any moment “if he takes the power for himself you want him destroyed, and if he gives you the power you will kill him for being weak?”
“Finally…” Voldemort sneered “you understand exactly – now go, FIND HIM!”
“Yes My Lord” the wizard stood and bowed before disaparating.
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Chapter 3
Voldemort sat in a chair in front of a huge roaring fire, since his re-birth he found he was often cold and he felt very old these days. One of his followers came into the room and knelt “have you found what he is up to yet?” he enquired.
“No my Lord” the man cowered, hating to be the bearer of this bad news.
Voldemort slipped soundlessly from his chair and stalked towards the simpering wizard. “He is doing something, and I want to know what!” he turned his head, his reptilian eyes roved over the kneeling man. “Do NOT fail me in this!” he hissed and pointed his wand towards the man as though driving this threat home.
“He is not at home right now; he took a trip my Lord, according to contacts at the Ministry he went … abroad.”
Voldemort had been walking back towards the fireplace and upon hearing this he turned back “where did he go?”
“He went to Egypt My Lord.”
“Ahh, so he is still seeking her and the mirror!” he looked thoughtful for a minute “go, find him and follow him, I want to know what he is doing there!”
“My Lord, maybe he is trying to gain this power for you?” the little man simpered.
“Yes…” Voldemort replied, before turning his wand on the wizard who cowered before him “Crucio!”
The wizard fell to the ground, screaming in agony as he felt like every cell in his body was on fire … his screams were gratifying to Lord Voldemort and he smiled weakly and the sounds of pain and suffering washed over him.
Releasing the man from the curse Voldemort turned to the man “do no be so stupid!” he glared at the man “the power Lucius seeks is something he would not relinquish to me, it would make him more powerful than me – this is very old magic he seeks. If he gets it, he will use it to usurp me and gain power over all dark magic – and if he did not, if he were to give it to me, I would kill him anyway, and Lucius knows it!”
“But why Mr Lord, why kill him for giving you more power?” the wizard backed away as he asked this, afraid that Voldemort would use the Cruciatus curse on him once more.
“WHY?” Voldemort boomed, leaning over the man, placing his face directly in front of his in a threatening manner and then hissed “because I will not tolerate weakness in my followers!”
The man looked afraid – “Lucius cannot win?” he cowered, expecting to be cursed again at any moment “if he takes the power for himself you want him destroyed, and if he gives you the power you will kill him for being weak?”
“Finally…” Voldemort sneered “you understand exactly – now go, FIND HIM!”
“Yes My Lord” the wizard stood and bowed before disaparating.
~*~*~