Wizard with a Mutation : Chapter 20

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Malfoy Manor, Magical Britain [31st October, 1980]

– Tom Voldemort–

His eyes snapped open as he felt someone entering his chambers, the very chambers that had been all but abandoned the day he educated Malfoy and he let them be. After all, he was a superior being, not like the animals and the lesser humans, who were the wizards. He could go on for weeks without food and days without water, much farther than what the monkeys would be able to.

He hadn't expected a visit for yet another day, wherein he would take great pleasure in educating the person unfortunate enough to meet his gaze but apparently, something had happened. Something for Wormtail Pettigrew himself to meet him.

He had never expected that snivelling rat to be the one to approach him, on his own no less.

"Wormtail," He said with his eyes closed, radiating magical pressure naturally, making the rat freeze on the spot.

"My Lord!" The rat immediately prostrated, so far away from his throne, that it amused him. That fear, he liked it. It was delicious and one day, soon, he hoped to have that fear directed towards him from everyone in Magical Britain and once he had Britain in his grasp, then he could move his gaze to the rest of the world.

After all, once Dumbeldore was removed from the game, there were hardly any wizards worth mentioning in the rest of the world and even if they were, they would be no match for the army he would then raise, or Dark Creatures and Dark Wizards, ready to tear apart anyone their Lord pointed at.

"Come closer, Wormtail. I can't hear you,"

The rat whimpered as he crawled towards him, keeping his head bowed at all times. His smile grew as he sheathed his wand, the glow dying from the wand. Wormtail would not taste Crucio today. His grovelling pleased Lord Voldemort and for that, Lord Voldemort would be most gracious and spare him the education.

"My Lord!"

"Yes, Wormtail? What do you have for me?"

"T-the location of the Potters! My Lord!" 

He stood up in an instant, magic roiling around him as he pressed the rat into the ground with a thought, without the use of any spell.

With a twitch of his hand, Wormtail's hand rose to circle around his neck as he was dragged forward to meet the eyes of his Lord. 

"Tell me, Wormtail. Tell me the location,"

Meeting his gaze, he ripped apart the pathetic mental defenses before he found what he was looking for. The location of the Potters, the end of the prophecy that had been bugging him for months. Hmm, the Fidelius charm, quite ingenious. 

Godric's Hollow, huh?

"Lestrange!" He spoke in a whisper and yet, that voice undoubtedly reached the outside of his chambers as multiple of his servants came pouring in. The Lestrange brothers being at the forefront of all of them. They were decently powerful and more importantly, far more willing to get themselves drenched in the Dark Arts without losing their sanity like Bellatrix.

She was one of the more powerful of his lieutenants but her ability to let loose without care for anything in return, while valuable in an all out attack, was not suited for the current task, which required finesse.

Dumbledore must have something that will alert him about the status of the Potters and this was a task very important, he couldn't have Dumbledore interfering in any way.

The prophecy applied to the Longbottoms as well and conveniently, Bella was very near that location and could take care of the Longbottom couple since they were not that powerful. No, while the mudblood witch and her husband, James Potter were both supporting the wrong cause, they were very much powerful, just as powerful as Bella.

No, for them, he needed to go there himself. As much as it pained him to admit that the mudblood witch was a skilled magic caster, specialising in esoteric magic, it was the truth, having seen the woman cut down more than one of his people in fights while Dumbledore distracted him.

During any raids, both him and Dumbledore were the ones who were entangled with each other because both of them knew that should one of them get free reign over the opposing side, it would be a one sided battle that would either result in imprisonment, temporary as it may be, or death. 

So, he could do nothing as he watched that woman kill more than a dozen of his people during the course of several raids. That is why he will go to the Potters' himself, to make sure that they die.

Releasing his hold on Wormtail, he let the snivelling rat crumple on the ground, his mind probably damaged from the aggressive mental probing but he was far from caring for Wormtail. He was a turncoat in all but name, ready to convert to the side with the most power, the side that seemed to win.

He was very much an acceptable casualty of this war.

His servants took a step back as Peter slid off the stairs and collapsed on the ground in a heap of dust, unmoving. He was still alive, of that he was sure. How much longer would that be the truth? He did not know.

"My Death Eaters!" He raised his hands as he activated the Mark, the Dark Mark that he had seared on the body of every single Death EAter, letting them know that he was calling them. He limited the range of the broadcast to just the Malfoy Manor and the base they had built up in the neighbouring properties.

He smiled as he felt multiple pops just outside his chamber as the doors were flung open, revealing rows of Death Eaters in appropriate garb rushing into the chamber.

All of them gathered and bowed at him.

Hmm. These should be enough.

"My Death Eaters! Rejoice! For today, we are to rid the magical world of not one but two blood traitor families!" 

He smiled as he felt the manic joy and rage in the crowd, roaring out into magical waves. He then smirked as he suppressed the collective magical might of the Death Eaters with his own, by lonesome. Smiling at the unease, awe, and fear at his feat of magical strength, he began addressing them individually.

"Lestrange brothers, you will lead a team to take care of the Longbottoms. Make sure that no one is spared, not even infants. The Longbottom bloodline ceases to exist today."

"Yes, My Lord." "Yes, My Lord."

"Dolohov, you are with me."

"Yes, My Lord!"

"Dismissed." he smiled, feeling the joy of having snuffed out one of the threats to his reign, as he sat back down on the throne, "Get ready Dolohov."

A/N - Yes, the birth and death of the Potter family is a year earlier. 

There are a plethora of reasons for that, mainly the small period of peace between Volde's and Dumbles' fight because of the overall political pressure exerted by MACUSA after it was revealed that MACUSa had two Archmage wizards, something that would have allowed them to force through a motion to have foreign wizards on British soil, something that neither Dumbles nor Volde wanted.

There will obviously be some changes, such as Vodle taking a team, the very existence of Scott, and more, stay tuned for that!

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