The Mudblood And The Werewolf
The Sick Plan Of Voldemort
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Chapter 7: The Sick Plans Of Voldemort
Severus
Snape hissed as pain coursed through him. He didn’t want to count how many
times Voldemort had used the Cruciatus Curse on him. He turned over, trying to
figure out when this nightmare would be over and he could return to the castle.
Voldemort had been angry when he had heard that Severus had married Ginny
instead of handing her over to him.
“Do you think I’m
ssstupid,” Voldemort hissed. “I know that you were keeping her from me.”
“I’m sorry,
master,” Severus said.
“Not
good enough…crucio.”
And Severus screamed again.
When the
door opened Severus was surprised to see Narcissa standing there. Before
Severus could say anything, she helped him to his feet and managed to get him
out of the Riddle house.
“Why are you doing
this?” Severus asked when they reached the gates of Hogwarts.
“Because I’m not
having him use a law to get what he wants,” Narcissa said. “Now no more
talking, you need to get to Madam Pomfrey.”
“Their gone,”
Wormtail told Voldemort.
Voldemort grinned.
“I knew they
would,” he told him. “However, they aren’t important right now. Get me my lovely
ssservant Morgana and tell her that I requessst her presssence.”
“Of course my
lord,” Wormtail said.
And he was gone.
An hour
later Morgana appeared. She bowed to him and kissed the helm of his robes. When
she stood up she awaited to hear why he wanted to see her.
“Morgana, I know
that you’re a half-blood, which fits into my plansss perfectly.”
“What is your need
of me?”
“I
Ministry,” he told her.
“Yes.”
“I need you to force
the Ministry into letting you marry a Pureblood. Bring this wizard to me and I
shall control him. Then I sshall have Harry Potter and all those that have
betrayed me ssscreaming.”
“And what is this
wizard’s name?”
“Ronald Weasley,”
Voldemort said, his mouth twisted into a wicked grin.
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dread in what she had to do forming. It was like a snake that wanted to come
out and strike. She was also worried that she wasn’t going to be pretty enough
for her husband or that her body was wrong just about everywhere. However, she
knew that if she didn’t want to get paired up with a Death Eater she would just
have to grin and bare it.
“At least I’ve got
the potion,” Hermione muttered as she left the castle, a box of food from the
kitchens in her hand.
A/N: Sorry about this being such a short chapter, but the
next one I promise will be longer. Smut for Hermione and Remus and Morgana puts
her plan into action.