Black Mamba
Nagini needs a friend.
Plans
Voldemort remained stoic as his most faithful relayed her plan. Trolls were good — Dragons were even better. The things they could do with creatures that breathed fire and spread destruction was unimaginable, and he was more than happy to test the limits. Taking a Weasley was the perfect knife in a traitorous side that had pained him for so many decades.
“A Weasley,” Voldemort hissed, “Ohhhh I like that. We can reach them from here. But be away if anything goes wrong. The enchantments around this fortress are incredibly powerful … I doubt we’ll have anything but success.” The Dark Lord grinned, “Sit with me Bella,” he said, sitting down, “And bring me tea. I wish to hear more about this Weasley business. Have you spoken to him?”
Bellatrix waved her wand and made a chair appear which was facing him. She sat down in the chair before making the tea appear in front of them on a tray, which she handed one cup to the Dark Lord, before taking the other for herself. She sat on the edge of her chair not daring to get too comfortable in the Dark Lord’s presence.
“I have not yet,” she sighed. “But I have taken it in my power to kidnap him from the camp he had with the other trainers where he was leader. He is now in one of the dungeons in Malfoy Manor.”
Voldemort took his cup with a gracious nod, “Oh we have himmm,” he hissed, a pleased smile forming, “Excellent Bellatrix,excellentwork.” He almost lost himself in fanciful thoughts of being two steps ahead of Potter, but pulled himself back to sip his tea.
“You’ll work on him for awhile,” The Dark Lord said, sitting back and staring intently at Bella, “Get him as close as you can. I will appear to offer his riches and appear as friendly. This could be very, very good for us … excellent work …” He trailed off, his last words of praise muffled by thought. Having Charlie Weasley, his dragons and his incomparable skill would create a new world of possibilities for The Dark Lord’s army. He was even almost ready to let the boy’s lineage go.
thedarklordreigns started following you and he’s gonna get ya
She was beyond terrified now. She tried to step away, only to find her back pressed up against a tree. Her eyes went wide and again words failed her.
“I am not-” Hermione took a deep breath and drew herself up again. “You have no right! And you’re a fool if you think you do… You’re on Dumbledore’s land, n-not yours! You can’t harm me here.”
It was just hot air. Just words. She was about to die, and she knew it.
‘But what would Harry do?’ she asked herself. Not this. Idiot girl, why don’t you run?
Voldemort’s eyes closed momentarily, the fear actually making him shiver with pleasure. “You’re alone,” he observed, “I’m surprised. Usually it’s Potter who leads his friends into unfortunate situations.” Why couldn’t it be that easy to find the boy? The Dark Lord supposed her Mudblood heritage made her simpler than witches.
“Where is he?” Voldemort asked, twirling his wand teasingly, “I … miss him,” he added with a chuckle.To say he missed Harry Potter was to say that he missed the times when he was attached to Quirrell’s dense head.
She wanted to tell him she wasn’t alone. She wanted to say that she had Ron and Harry, and the entirety of Dumbledore’s Army and the Order of the Phoenix behind her. But she was so afraid. Harry had never told her it was like this… Voldemort’s eyes were so cold… his voice so cruel…
“Gone,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. “He-… b-back… at the castle.”
“This ismycastle,” Voldemort breathed, the smallest touch of defensive anger flaring red in his serpentine eyes, “If he is here, then I will have him.” The wizard lowered his arm, “You look so afraid,” he jeered, “I want you to stay quiet for a moment, while I speak to my ….subjects.”
The Dark Lord pointed his wand at her and hissed, “Stupifyyyyyy.” The jet hit Hermione within seconds and she was suddenly paralyzed. Voldemort closed his eyes and put his fingers on his temples.
“I wish to send a message to all who believe themselves worthy of opposing me,” Voldemort hissed internally, knowing the message was being loudly broadcast at the school, “Find me. The Mudblood has done it, it should be simple for the rest of you.”The Dark Lord continued, “Potter. I have her. What price would you pay? What would you give for her return? Find me.”
Voldemort smiled and then broke, restoring Hermione. “What has the Order planned?” he hissed, wand still raised.
Hermione gasped and before she knew it, everything had gone dark. Moments later, she awoke on the cold ground of the forest, staring up into Voldemort’s eyes. She nearly screamed.
“I-I don’t know,” she gasped. “I… I-I’m not-…”
She tried to push herself away from him. Dear god, where had her brain gone? Had it just fallen out of her head when she’d seen the man? When had fear overthrown common sense and rationality?
‘Your wand! Use your wand!’
She started to reach for her pocket.
“Hermione Granger!” Voldemort cackled, “Cleverest Mudblood, lost for words and spells. PATHETIC!” He yelled suddenly, fire igniting in his eyes, “You aren’t a witch. You’re nothing!” The Dark Lord was on a power-drunk rant. He didn’t notice the girl reaching for her wand; soon his mind had travelled to the castle again. Harry was there. Why did he need Hermione? Bellatrix was the one who should be allowed to kill her. For some reason Voldemort had a soft spot for Bella.
The Dark Lord looked to the castle, distracted still.
“Sectumsempra!” Hermione shrieked, pointing her wand at the man’s chest. She was shaking, but her voice was firm and sure. Silently she prayed it was the right spell. She’d only ever read it in that damned potions book of Harry’s, but what other choice did she have? What other spell could be strong enough?
Scrambling up from the ground, she didn’t even wait to see what effect it had. She turned and fled.
The Dark Lord screamed when the spell hit him square in the chest. Crimson blood gushed dramatically from the newly formed wound as his screaming reached fever pitch. “YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD,”he cried, watching the girl stumble through the woods, “I’LL GET YOU! YOU CAN’T RUN FROMME!”
Voldemort tapped his chest to stop the bleeding and then got to his feet, feeling woozy but more furious than ever. He hissed loudly and seconds later Nagini wa at her masters side, “Get Bellatrix,” the wizard said, “Tell her to expect me. I am injured and the Granger girl knows where we are. Add another layer to our enchantments; I’m not ready to leave.”
[le end? :)]
thedarklordreigns started following you and he’s gonna get ya
She was beyond terrified now. She tried to step away, only to find her back pressed up against a tree. Her eyes went wide and again words failed her.
“I am not-” Hermione took a deep breath and drew herself up again. “You have no right! And you’re a fool if you think you do… You’re on Dumbledore’s land, n-not yours! You can’t harm me here.”
It was just hot air. Just words. She was about to die, and she knew it.
‘But what would Harry do?’ she asked herself. Not this. Idiot girl, why don’t you run?
Voldemort’s eyes closed momentarily, the fear actually making him shiver with pleasure. “You’re alone,” he observed, “I’m surprised. Usually it’s Potter who leads his friends into unfortunate situations.” Why couldn’t it be that easy to find the boy? The Dark Lord supposed her Mudblood heritage made her simpler than witches.
“Where is he?” Voldemort asked, twirling his wand teasingly, “I … miss him,” he added with a chuckle.To say he missed Harry Potter was to say that he missed the times when he was attached to Quirrell’s dense head.
She wanted to tell him she wasn’t alone. She wanted to say that she had Ron and Harry, and the entirety of Dumbledore’s Army and the Order of the Phoenix behind her. But she was so afraid. Harry had never told her it was like this… Voldemort’s eyes were so cold… his voice so cruel…
“Gone,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. “He-… b-back… at the castle.”
“This ismycastle,” Voldemort breathed, the smallest touch of defensive anger flaring red in his serpentine eyes, “If he is here, then I will have him.” The wizard lowered his arm, “You look so afraid,” he jeered, “I want you to stay quiet for a moment, while I speak to my ….subjects.”
The Dark Lord pointed his wand at her and hissed, “Stupifyyyyyy.” The jet hit Hermione within seconds and she was suddenly paralyzed. Voldemort closed his eyes and put his fingers on his temples.
“I wish to send a message to all who believe themselves worthy of opposing me,” Voldemort hissed internally, knowing the message was being loudly broadcast at the school, “Find me. The Mudblood has done it, it should be simple for the rest of you.”The Dark Lord continued, “Potter. I have her. What price would you pay? What would you give for her return? Find me.”
Voldemort smiled and then broke, restoring Hermione. “What has the Order planned?” he hissed, wand still raised.
Hermione gasped and before she knew it, everything had gone dark. Moments later, she awoke on the cold ground of the forest, staring up into Voldemort’s eyes. She nearly screamed.
“I-I don’t know,” she gasped. “I… I-I’m not-…”
She tried to push herself away from him. Dear god, where had her brain gone? Had it just fallen out of her head when she’d seen the man? When had fear overthrown common sense and rationality?
‘Your wand! Use your wand!’
She started to reach for her pocket.
“Hermione Granger!” Voldemort cackled, “Cleverest Mudblood, lost for words and spells. PATHETIC!” He yelled suddenly, fire igniting in his eyes, “You aren’t a witch. You’re nothing!” The Dark Lord was on a power-drunk rant. He didn’t notice the girl reaching for her wand; soon his mind had travelled to the castle again. Harry was there. Why did he need Hermione? Bellatrix was the one who should be allowed to kill her. For some reason Voldemort had a soft spot for Bella.
The Dark Lord looked to the castle, distracted still.
Plans
Bellatrix moved through the halls quickly, she had a brilliant thought and wanted to tell the Dark Lord. Perhaps she’d be rewarded later for thinking up a brilliant plan. She soon found her master’s room with the door closed as usual. She listened closely to the door to see if anything was going on, before she knocked to enter.
“My Lord, I have an idea you’d might like to hear.”
Voldemort was yet to find out that Hermione was lurking about somewhere near his most dear hiding spot. The snake-like human sat by the fire, avoiding the freezing chill outside. He ran a finger down Nagini’s scaly skin and stared at the flames. Things were escalating — the time to expand his empire was now, and The Dark Lord felt as though he was always thinking. Always planning and plotting while The Boy Who Lived hid somewhere, unbeknownst to the man who was chasing him. But Harry Potter might have to wait; Voldemort wanted to be sure he was strong enough to have zero chance of failure. He wasn’t having that.
The ruler looked up when he heard Bellatrix entering the room and turned to greet her, a fond, smileless look on his face. “My dear Bellatrix,” he hissed, “Come in.” Nagini slithered off of his lap and crawled away to find somewhere warm and people-less.
“My Lord, Good Evening.” She bowed to him. “I’ve only come to tell you of an idea that I had.” She smiled as she thought about this plan. “One of the more powerful creatures we could use are dragons, right? Well I know Charlie Weasley, who comes from the pureblood wizarding traitors, trains those dragons. I was thinking we could possibly capture him and make him part of our side.” She paused for a second before going on with the second part of her ideas.
“As well we could work on getting students from the school to join the death eaters. Maybe not just Slytherins but other pureblooded students as well. We’ll work close by the school and convince them to join us.” She looked at the Dark Lord, but not in the eyes, waiting for his reaction.
Voldemort remained stoic as his most faithful relayed her plan. Trolls were good — Dragons were even better. The things they could do with creatures that breathed fire and spread destruction was unimaginable, and he was more than happy to test the limits. Taking a Weasley was the perfect knife in a traitorous side that had pained him for so many decades.
“A Weasley,” Voldemort hissed, “Ohhhh I like that. We can reach them from here. But be away if anything goes wrong. The enchantments around this fortress are incredibly powerful … I doubt we’ll have anything but success.” The Dark Lord grinned, “Sit with me Bella,” he said, sitting down, “And bring me tea. I wish to hear more about this Weasley business. Have you spoken to him?”
thedarklordreigns started following you and he’s gonna get ya
Voldemort breathed deep the scent of pure, unadulterated fear and it put a very sinister smile on his face.
“I disagree,” he said quietly, gliding forward and stopping just a few feet in front of the girl, “I will call you as I please. In my territory, you have no power.” He scoffed, “As if you ever did you filthy … terrible … invading ….mudblood,”the Dark Lord hissed, slowly continuing his advance.
“Tell me what you’re doing here,” he said sharply, “Last chance. I have little patience today. You interrupted me,” he added, lying.
She was beyond terrified now. She tried to step away, only to find her back pressed up against a tree. Her eyes went wide and again words failed her.
“I am not-” Hermione took a deep breath and drew herself up again. “You have no right! And you’re a fool if you think you do… You’re on Dumbledore’s land, n-not yours! You can’t harm me here.”
It was just hot air. Just words. She was about to die, and she knew it.
‘But what would Harry do?’ she asked herself. Not this. Idiot girl, why don’t you run?
Voldemort’s eyes closed momentarily, the fear actually making him shiver with pleasure. “You’re alone,” he observed, “I’m surprised. Usually it’s Potter who leads his friends into unfortunate situations.” Why couldn’t it be that easy to find the boy? The Dark Lord supposed her Mudblood heritage made her simpler than witches.
“Where is he?” Voldemort asked, twirling his wand teasingly, “I … miss him,” he added with a chuckle.To say he missed Harry Potter was to say that he missed the times when he was attached to Quirrell’s dense head.
She wanted to tell him she wasn’t alone. She wanted to say that she had Ron and Harry, and the entirety of Dumbledore’s Army and the Order of the Phoenix behind her. But she was so afraid. Harry had never told her it was like this… Voldemort’s eyes were so cold… his voice so cruel…
“Gone,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. “He-… b-back… at the castle.”
“This ismycastle,” Voldemort breathed, the smallest touch of defensive anger flaring red in his serpentine eyes, “If he is here, then I will have him.” The wizard lowered his arm, “You look so afraid,” he jeered, “I want you to stay quiet for a moment, while I speak to my ….subjects.”
The Dark Lord pointed his wand at her and hissed, “Stupifyyyyyy.” The jet hit Hermione within seconds and she was suddenly paralyzed. Voldemort closed his eyes and put his fingers on his temples.
“I wish to send a message to all who believe themselves worthy of opposing me,” Voldemort hissed internally, knowing the message was being loudly broadcast at the school, “Find me. The Mudblood has done it, it should be simple for the rest of you.”The Dark Lord continued, “Potter. I have her. What price would you pay? What would you give for her return? Find me.”
Voldemort smiled and then broke, restoring Hermione. “What has the Order planned?” he hissed, wand still raised.
thedarklordreigns started following you and he’s gonna get ya
The Dark Lord ran his long fingers down Nagini’s cold body as he stared out onto the grounds of the Forbidden Forest. As his army grew, Voldemort placed new posts in different countries, villages, towns … forests. No matter how much his advisers warned him, he would never be able to stay away from Hogwarts. The Dark Lord wanted power beyond power, and sometimes to get results, you had to be the brave one and do something risky. Plus the forest would always hold a certain sad magic about it that the snake-like man enjoyed so much. It was always dreary. He liked dreary.
Suddenly, the snake in his hands began to recoil and hiss. Something was wrong. “Bellatrix!,” he yelled to the woman in the other room, “There’s a disturbance. Stay. Here.” Bless his most loyal servant; always so keen to impress and please, but right now she could stay behind. Maybe he wouldn’t need her. The Dark Lord’s new body was strong, sure, but these days, he was being more careful than ever, therefore, not knowing his full potential.
Voldemort glided quietly through the forest, in between trees and under branches tangling the path. There would be no way for whatever was in here to escape without making noise — and he would hear it.
“Who’s thereeeeeee,” The Dark Lord hissed softly, “Come out comeouttttttt..” Voldemort’s voice was icy and tauntingly sweet. The tone in his voice didn’t make you want to move forward; it made anyone want to sprint backwards. Like a pin dropping in a silent room, the twig snapping echoed loudly in the woods. Voldemort turned around and saw her, a twisted smile gracing his awful features when he recognized the girl.
“The Mublood,” he hissed, advancing slowly, his wand raised, “To what do I owe this pleasant, unexpected visit?”
Hermione couldn’t breathe. She trembled, but stood to her full height and did her best not to look afraid. His cold, bright eyes held her rooted to the spot. She couldn’t have moved, even if she’d found the strength to—what good would it have done? She opened her mouth, tried to speak, but found no words.
Swallowing hard and doing everything she could to stop the shaking in her hands, Hermione did her best to speak.
“I-… Y-you have no right to call me that,” she said as imperiously as she could. “And my business here is none of your concern!”
Voldemort breathed deep the scent of pure, unadulterated fear and it put a very sinister smile on his face.
“I disagree,” he said quietly, gliding forward and stopping just a few feet in front of the girl, “I will call you as I please. In my territory, you have no power.” He scoffed, “As if you ever did you filthy … terrible … invading ….mudblood,”the Dark Lord hissed, slowly continuing his advance.
“Tell me what you’re doing here,” he said sharply, “Last chance. I have little patience today. You interrupted me,” he added, lying.
She was beyond terrified now. She tried to step away, only to find her back pressed up against a tree. Her eyes went wide and again words failed her.
“I am not-” Hermione took a deep breath and drew herself up again. “You have no right! And you’re a fool if you think you do… You’re on Dumbledore’s land, n-not yours! You can’t harm me here.”
It was just hot air. Just words. She was about to die, and she knew it.
‘But what would Harry do?’ she asked herself. Not this. Idiot girl, why don’t you run?
Voldemort’s eyes closed momentarily, the fear actually making him shiver with pleasure. “You’re alone,” he observed, “I’m surprised. Usually it’s Potter who leads his friends into unfortunate situations.” Why couldn’t it be that easy to find the boy? The Dark Lord supposed her Mudblood heritage made her simpler than witches.
“Where is he?” Voldemort asked, twirling his wand teasingly, “I … miss him,” he added with a chuckle.To say he missed Harry Potter was to say that he missed the times when he was attached to Quirrell’s dense head.
Plans
Bellatrix moved through the halls quickly, she had a brilliant thought and wanted to tell the Dark Lord. Perhaps she’d be rewarded later for thinking up a brilliant plan. She soon found her master’s room with the door closed as usual. She listened closely to the door to see if anything was going on, before she knocked to enter.
“My Lord, I have an idea you’d might like to hear.”
Voldemort was yet to find out that Hermione was lurking about somewhere near his most dear hiding spot. The snake-like human sat by the fire, avoiding the freezing chill outside. He ran a finger down Nagini’s scaly skin and stared at the flames. Things were escalating — the time to expand his empire was now, and The Dark Lord felt as though he was always thinking. Always planning and plotting while The Boy Who Lived hid somewhere, unbeknownst to the man who was chasing him. But Harry Potter might have to wait; Voldemort wanted to be sure he was strong enough to have zero chance of failure. He wasn’t having that.
The ruler looked up when he heard Bellatrix entering the room and turned to greet her, a fond, smileless look on his face. “My dear Bellatrix,” he hissed, “Come in.” Nagini slithered off of his lap and crawled away to find somewhere warm and people-less.
thedarklordreigns started following you and he’s gonna get ya
Hermione had to press both hands over her mouth to cover her scream. Pressing her back against a tree, she felt her heart sink low in her chest.
Why did she have to go wandering into the Forbidden Forest on her own? Especially at night. Nothing good EVER happened in that damn forest, and she must have been breaking at least a hundred school rules. But no. Harry and Ron had wanted to go, and so OF COURSE she just had to go with them. And about fifteen minutes later, they’d all been separated, and so she was left alone, in the dark, with nothing but her wand to guide her way… completely and totally lost.
And then she’d seen a light. Thinking it was Harry or Ron, Hermione had rushed forward, only to find the tall, pale man standing in a clearing before her. His back was turned to her, but Harry had described him well enough that she knew who he was. But what was he doing here?
Shaking, Hermione began to creep away from the clearing. He hadn’t seen her. If she could just find the others, or get back to the castle-
CRACK!
She felt her heart stop as the twig snapped loudly beneath her foot. Heart racing, the young witch willed herself to be still, eyes wide as she saw the dark wizard turning to face her.
The Dark Lord ran his long fingers down Nagini’s cold body as he stared out onto the grounds of the Forbidden Forest. As his army grew, Voldemort placed new posts in different countries, villages, towns … forests. No matter how much his advisers warned him, he would never be able to stay away from Hogwarts. The Dark Lord wanted power beyond power, and sometimes to get results, you had to be the brave one and do something risky. Plus the forest would always hold a certain sad magic about it that the snake-like man enjoyed so much. It was always dreary. He liked dreary.
Suddenly, the snake in his hands began to recoil and hiss. Something was wrong. “Bellatrix!,” he yelled to the woman in the other room, “There’s a disturbance. Stay. Here.” Bless his most loyal servant; always so keen to impress and please, but right now she could stay behind. Maybe he wouldn’t need her. The Dark Lord’s new body was strong, sure, but these days, he was being more careful than ever, therefore, not knowing his full potential.
Voldemort glided quietly through the forest, in between trees and under branches tangling the path. There would be no way for whatever was in here to escape without making noise — and he would hear it.
“Who’s thereeeeeee,” The Dark Lord hissed softly, “Come out comeouttttttt..” Voldemort’s voice was icy and tauntingly sweet. The tone in his voice didn’t make you want to move forward; it made anyone want to sprint backwards. Like a pin dropping in a silent room, the twig snapping echoed loudly in the woods. Voldemort turned around and saw her, a twisted smile gracing his awful features when he recognized the girl.
“The Mublood,” he hissed, advancing slowly, his wand raised, “To what do I owe this pleasant, unexpected visit?”
Hermione couldn’t breathe. She trembled, but stood to her full height and did her best not to look afraid. His cold, bright eyes held her rooted to the spot. She couldn’t have moved, even if she’d found the strength to—what good would it have done? She opened her mouth, tried to speak, but found no words.
Swallowing hard and doing everything she could to stop the shaking in her hands, Hermione did her best to speak.
“I-… Y-you have no right to call me that,” she said as imperiously as she could. “And my business here is none of your concern!”
Voldemort breathed deep the scent of pure, unadulterated fear and it put a very sinister smile on his face.
“I disagree,” he said quietly, gliding forward and stopping just a few feet in front of the girl, “I will call you as I please. In my territory, you have no power.” He scoffed, “As if you ever did you filthy … terrible … invading ….mudblood,”the Dark Lord hissed, slowly continuing his advance.
“Tell me what you’re doing here,” he said sharply, “Last chance. I have little patience today. You interrupted me,” he added, lying.
