52. Massacre

As soon as the portkey took me to the cemetery, I had barely landed when I was greeted by Peter, who was already waiting for me by the cauldron.

Next to him, the beautiful but mad witch, faithful and fervent follower of her master, Bellatriz Lestrange. In her arms, a hideous little thing was wrapped in a cloth, being held very carefully by the madwoman.

There were a few more, those who fled from Askaban, and flying in the sky, circling us, making the environment heavier and more tense, were the dementors.

"Start." the little thing in Bellatrix's lap hisses, and Pettigrew using his master's powerful wand, traps me in a statue, which was very beautiful, but the situation did not allow me to admire it properly.

Beauty places her master in the cauldron, while Warmtail collects her father's bones, draws the blood from my arm, and slits her own wrist, letting her hand fall into the cauldron. I just laughed, having fun.

Unlike Harry, who in the original tried to let go and not let Warmtail take his blood and give it to Valdemar, I was very calm, so much so that I did my best so he could get a better angle.

As the ritual says, 'blood of the enemy, taken without consent', which was not the case, for I not only consented to give my blood, but helped to take it.

The cauldron melts, and a cloud begins to form, and then Lord Voldemort reemerges, looking gaunt, slits for eyes, noseless, pale, wearing a light robe, on a cold day, colder still because of it. of his dementors.

He gropes his body, laughs in joy to be back. He asks his handless slave for his wand, and the other arm, the one with the mark. Belle approaches, bowing to her master, while also showing his mark.

While they're at it, I break loose from where I'm trapped, and call Nana. "Bring the sealed boxes" I whisper to her, as I sit down, and face the group that is forming. But in the meantime, something happened.

When Voldemort gave his signal, a boy thousands of feet away felt his head throbbing, and his scar, one shaped like a lightning bolt, split open, oozing black liquid.

In front of me, the said Voldemort feels a strong twinge in his head, making him stagger, which left his minions worried, running towards him. Without courtesy or anything like that, I make my move.

I place the boxes brought by Nana into my holster's storage space and run in a specific direction, the old Gaunt cabin. I want to take advantage of this short period of time, in which he didn't understand what was going on and his mania for being bigger than he really is, for one last piece.

I invade the hut by force, also because there is no possibility of these useless traps hurting me, and since I don't have much time of existence, I don't need to contain myself. Just step, destroying everything.

It doesn't take long, I arrive where the ring is. What I don't need to get my hands on, I just seal that thing too, and keep it with the others. Without losing my momentum, I run back to the wizarding convention.

Unsurprisingly, I find them heading towards me, and in Valdemar's crevices, a little concern. "What are you looking for in my family's old home, Mr. Potter?" I notice his minions surrounding me.

"Greetings Mr. Riddle." I answer with a smile.

"What did you call him, pest?" Beautiful sibyl, and I look at her still with a smile.

"He never told you cousin? His real name? Who were his parents? Do you want me to tell you a very well kept secret of your master?" I tease, seeing Voldemort's temper swell.

"You don't know anything about the master." she retorts.

"My cousin, for a pureblood witch, you look a lot like a house-elf. Do you also make his bed and give him foot massages?" I tease more.

Short-tempered, Belle pulls out her wand, which is followed by many others. I just lift mine, just above my head. "Mille Manus Cannon Caeleste splendide" And the rain begins.

Some less prepared, or just the idiots, just looked at the scene, what looked like flaming hands flying towards them, and when the first ones hit their targets, they understood the real danger.

One of the minions tried to dodge it, but the hand that was chasing him just continued to follow him, he throws a shield, but the hand goes through his shield as if it didn't exist, and hits his chest.

A small hiss can be heard, and afterwards, the man's body begins to burn. Flames erupt from his chest, covering his body, while only his scream and erratic movements can be made out.

Some smarter ones, understanding the seriousness of the problem, try to Apparate, but I couldn't let that happen. Not when they're here, at my mercy.

"Geminae Rupes" I say once more, and those who had tried to Apparate a little earlier found themselves torn apart by the sudden interruption. The screams of despair and pain were forming a symphony of despair.

Voldemort just stared at me, while I stared back at him, with a slight smile. Then my face started to change, my hair, my size, my face. The Polyjuice potion was wearing off.

"Who are you?" I hear Voldemort's question.

"Evans Black. I'd say it's a pleasure, but I'd be lying." I answer directly.

"There is no Evans Black in my family." Bellatrix snarls from Voldemort's side.

"I see, you are on top of everything that happens in the Black family, I remember seeing you at the last two family meetings." I retort. "No, wait, you weren't there. Weren't you, the ball-licking half-blood, who's called pure?"

"YOU DARE..." Bellatrix screams, but Voldemort beside him places a hand on her shoulder, and the woman melts all over. At that moment I had a reflux. Eagerness.

"Now, I noticed that you attacked everyone around us with your awesome magic, but kept Bella and me from attacking." Voldemort steps forward, calm, wand in hand. "What is your plan?"

"Very simple actually, I'm going to make your dream a reality. Eternal life." I throw a stupor at Bella, catching them both by surprise, and when he looks over to see the situation with his follower, I use that opening to hit him.

"Clausus portae quattuor bestiae" He sees himself, inside a 2x2x2 golden square, still with his wand in his hand. Very quietly, he starts casting spells, trying to break the thing.

But with each passing minute, his frustration, anger and despair grew as he couldn't bring himself to destroy the thing. "What is it? What did you do?" he roared, while punching the golden walls, casting countless spells that were only swallowed by the walls.

"This is called the Cage of the Four Beasts. A magical and spiritual barrier, which will keep you alive for all eternity, just as you wished. But unfortunately, you will have to give up your freedom. You can't have everything in this life.

Oh, and don't worry, there's no way to break it, I mean, there is, but in this world, no one can. Even with all the wizards together, you still wouldn't have the power to destroy it."