Knut For Your Thoughts? - Chapter 13 (Patreon)

Summary: When a spell goes wrong, Harry and Hermione find themselves mentally connected. The only problem is, they can’t control what they do and do not hear. But it’s not like either has anything to hide, right? Hogwarts starts at 15.

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One Small Ripple

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“Do you understand what the repercussions of this will be?!”

Albus Dumbledore nodded with a downcast expression. “We will have to bear whatever may come. I take full responsibility for this ordeal.”

“It’s not just about taking responsibility Albus! A Death Eater impersonated one of your staff for damn near the entire year! Not only that but he was able to get close enough to change the terms of an international tournament. This will be a complete shit-show!” Amelia cried. The DMLE head crossed her arms with a huff. “That’s not even to mention the confession my niece and her partners managed to get from Crouch Jr… The Dark Lord on the verge of returning and a mile long list of verified marked Death Eaters- half of which are ministry employees or Wizengamot members! This country is a kettle pot on the verge of exploding, and I have no clue how to prevent it.”

Dumbledore sighed as well. His aged hands pressed together to a point while he mulled over every piece of evidence Harry and the others brought to him. In truth he was as at much of a loss as Amelia. Cornelius was of course no help. The man practically howled with anger shouting claims of confundus charms and trickery. He had nearly been able to sweep the whole thing under the rug by having Barry Jr. kissed and point the blame all on Sirius Black. Thankfully Amelia had stepped in, pointing out the evidence was insurmountable and if he even dared trying covering all this up then the woman would arrest the Minister herself.

Dumbledore would never admit it, but a small part of him had hoped for Cornelius to try. Even he would’ve taken some satisfaction from seeing the blubbering fool carted off in chains. Alas, even their oaf of a minister had enough sense to know when to shut his mouth, simply backing down to Amelia and rushing off to surely ease the oncoming media shit-storm. Most likely to his benefit of course.

“I believe the first thing we must do is act as quickly as possible. There is no hope of halting any media outbreak from this. If we must act, then we must act quickly.”

Amelia nodded. “I can mobilize our mobile assault task force. It’s only 24 wands strong, but they’re quick and efficient. I’ll send half to this Riddle Manor and the other half after the biggest names on this list.”

“I would like to join the first team. If Tom is there then 12 aurors will not be enough even in his weakened state. I may be well on in my years Amelia but I am a rather accomplished wizard if I may say so.” Dumbledore stated.

The woman pursed her lips in thought. “Fine. But you follow the lead of my aurors. They give your orders and you follow them understood?” Albus nodded with a small smile. “Another thing. If they are faced with lethal spells then I expect them to defend themselves accordingly. We obviously will want to capture any perpetrators, but I will not risk the lives of my people because we were too lenient. Voldemort especially. Any shot they can get off on him, my team has permission to take it.”

Again Dumbledore nodded but with a far more grim look. Amelia breathed a sigh of relief. The man wasn’t wrong, it would be a great boon to have the most powerful wizard on her assault team however she also knew how set in his ways the old headmaster could get. The lives of her aurors mattered far more than his supposed greater good.

“Now what about the tournament? Is there any way we can put a stop to it, or at least postpone the final task?” She asked.

Dumbledore shook his head. “I’m afraid not. I had Percy Weasley bring me the contract Barty implemented into the Goblet. Whether it was his own foolishness, or he was already under his son’s imperious, I do not know, but the contract is ironclad. The tournament must be completed as planned. We have some leeway with the minute details but I’m afraid everything else is set in stone.”

Amelia grumbled under her breath. “I suppose it isn’t as simple as having Mr. Potter forfeit the task and put under guard?”

“Then we run the risk of triggering the interference clause. The goblet may allow minor cheating in the tournament, but going as far as to coerce a champion into forfeiting is too risky. Even if it allowed such an act, what’s to stop Voldemort from simply using Mr. Diggory or perhaps Mrs. Delacour or Mr. Krum hmm? ‘Blood of the Enemy’ is just vague enough to encompass practically anyone. Harry was merely chosen due to Tom’s love for irony.”

“Then we’re fucked?” Amelia cheerfully replied.

Dumbledore stroked his beard in thought. “Perhaps not. There may be a way to utilize the connection between the champions and the goblet as a rudimentary tracker should Tom manage to kidnap one of the champions. I will ask Filius for his input but just in case, it will be good to have backup plans. I will apply other tracker charms to them as well. They’ll be easier to detect but it is all we can do.”

“I’ll order more guards for the Tournament as well.” Amelia agreed. Already she was coming up with names of trusted individuals who were up to the task. Perhaps this would be a good test of leadership for Alastor’s last protégé. 

They discussed the finer details for a while longer before Amelia finally left to prepare for their planned assault. Dumbledore mulled over the evening’s events. Everything was truly coming to a head and it made the wizened headmaster feel every one of his 114 years. His thoughts eventually drifted back to Harry. The poor lad had once more done what those who looked after him should have long ago. Every year he was faced with. more and more burdens. The boy was incredible truth be told, but how long could that greatness help him overcome such odds before they began to wear him down. 

Surely Harry was already feeling the stress of such a weight.

-

“Fuck I’m not gonna last much longer!” Harry gasped.

Above him, Hermione bounced furiously upon his cock. The bushy haired brunette’s perky tits were jiggling around wildly as her hips crashed against his with mighty claps of skin on skin. Her mouth was agape as her loud moans echoed off the walls. Harry grunted as her walls fluttered around his length. The tightness of her depths paired with the wonderful movements of her hips was too much to handle.

His hands flew around to roughly grasp her taut bum. His body tense as he grunted, releasing his sticky white seed into her quivering cunt. Hermione gasped at the feeling of his cum painting her inner walls. Her hips ground shakily into his own as she forced him to seed her pussy as deep as possible. The girl was practically purring as her lover released his final spurt of cum.

Harry fell back with a relieved sigh. Slowly he rose his hands up to massage the beautiful girl’s lovely tits as she fought her own heaving lungs. 

“Bloody hell.” He gasped. “Maybe I should let you girls uncover a sinister plot more often!”

Susan giggled next to him. The red head currently had her arms around Daphne’s back, the blonde’s legs spread wide while their Hufflepuff girlfriend slowly massaged her sensitive clit. Daphne’s eyes were hoody over with lust as she panted with needy breath. 

“Maybe we should let you attack evil professors more often. I gotta say seeing you interrogate Crouch Jr. like that was pretty hot!” Susan smirked. Her head dipped down to nibble on Daphne’s neck, causing the blonde to cry out as her hips shook with climax.

Hermione hummed as she pulled off his cock and flopped down on the bed in a tired heap. “Trust me Susan, his track record with fighting professors is pretty much 100% at this point. Technically, Professor Lupin didn’t mean to attack us but seeing him confront a fully fledged werewolf was pretty hot…”

“Really?” Harry inquired.

Hermione blushed furiously as if she hadn’t just rode his cock like a lust drunk whore. “I- ahm- may have played with myself that night thinking of it.” Susan giggled once more. Her hand motioned for Harry to take her place as she moved out from behind Daphne’s back. The red head was suddenly nestled between Hermione’s legs.

“Do you now love? Would you have let our sexy hero ravish your body right then and there in the forest?”

Slowly her lips dove down to place featherlight kisses on the bookworm’s womanhood. Harry’s cum was slowly leaking out from the girl’s cunt and small strings of the white substance would connect to Susan’s pouty lips with every kiss. Hermione whined at the teasing contact, her hips rising as she tried desperately to press her pussy deeper into Susan’s face.

“Ah ah, I asked you a question.” Susan tsked. A polished nail grazed around the outside of Hermione’s damp slit. 

“Y-yes!” Hermione cried.

Susan smirked, her tongue snaking out to flick the sensitive nub in front of her. “What was that love?”

“Y-yes I wanted him to fuck me! Susan pleaaasssseee!” The bookworm begged.

The red head gave into her plea’s. She dove her head down and began to attack Hermione’s folds with a passion. Thin fingers dove into the girl’s wet snatch while her velvety tongue raked across the bushy haired girl’s swollen clit. The bookworm’s cries gained momentum with each second. Creamy thighs shook as another climax was already building from the red head’s wicked tongue devouring her cunt. Hermione panted with pleasure as she raked her nails through Susan’s long red hair. Her back arched as she finally cried out in orgasmic bliss. 

Harry watched all of this in his peripheral. Daphne was under him, moaning out as he hammered his cock into her sweltering hot snatch. The girl had practically rammed his cock into her pussy herself. As forward and demanding as the lecherous girl could be, she was always the first to turn into a babbling balls of moans. Often times the blonde would do her best to wind Harry up throughout the day until he finally gave in and fucked her hard and rough until her pussy weeping with arousal. His favorite was always when he’d drag her into a broom cupboard and forcing her to her knees while shoving his cock down her throat. Daphne definitely didn’t mind, the girl always greedily sucking his cock like it was her favorite drug. It would always end with mascara  trailing down her face and spit and cum drenching her school blouse. Honestly, he bet if the girl could get away with it, she’d walk around all day with his cum plastered on her face.

The aforementioned curvy blonde cried out once more as her pussy convulsed around him. Another gush of juices announced her climax. Whimpers escaped her lips as her body trembled from the shocks of pleasure attacking her nerves. Despite this, Harry refused to stop his assault on her pussy. His hips were a blur as he pounded her abused quim with as much force as he could muster. All the while he watched the scene next to him, his cock jolting in arousal as Susan lapped up all of his remaining cum from Hermione’s cunt. The red head’s tongue was still hard at work while her hand had snuck down to shove two fingers into her own wet slit.

Soft ‘Schlik Schlik Schlik’ sounded emanated from below her as Susan ravished her own pussy. Harry groaned out, barely able to hold off his win orgasm from the scene. Hermione was out for the count. Her mind had long gone blank with her eyes rolled to the back of her head. The only sounds she made were cute little grunts as Susan continued her oral assault.

Under him, Daphne too cried out one more time before her own body went limp. Harry groaned as her pussy muscles constricted around him in a velvety grip yet he held firm. Pulling out, Harry watched as Daphne immediately curled off with a lazy satisfied smile upon her lips. Already the girl was dozing off with girl-cum staining the sheets under her. He decided to let the girl sleep, and moved his sights to a new, shapely target.

Susan must have been in her own little world as she never noticed him moving around behind her. It was only when the engorged head of his cock teased her entrance did the red head finally pause her pussy licking campaign.

“Oh!” She gasped. “Is that all for me sir~?” 

Harry’s cock twitched at the authoritative title. “If you think you can take it slut.” He growled into her ear. She gasped out at the feeling of his breath tickling her ear. A shiver traveled down her spine at his words before she bit her lip and pushed her round ass back against him.

“I can take it sir! Please just give it to me!”

Harry chuckled at her needy tone. He brought his hand down hard, spanking her pale cheeks twice with loud ‘SMACKS!’ Susan grunted from each hit, her pussy dripping even more arousal each time.

“Tell me exactly what you want like a good little slut.” He smirked, raking the tip of his cock against her soaking folds.

Susan whimpered before anther hard slap to her ass made her cry out. “PLEASE RAM YOUR THICK FUCKING COCK INTO ME!! FUCK MY LITTLE PUSSY AND BREED ME PLEASE DADDY!!!”

That was new harry mused. Still he gave into her pleas and, just as she asked, rammed his hard cock into her quivering depths. Immediately Susan screamed as her pussy sprayed his groin with her juices. The girls torso collapsed onto the mattress as she shook with orgasmic tremors. Harry didn’t wait for her to recover before he was grasping her by the hips tightly and pounding into her shapely backside. Soft flesh rippled like waves every time his hips slammed against her ass. The squelching wet sound emanating from her pussy was like a ballad to their lovemaking as he hammered into her relentlessly. 

Susan clawed at the sheets. Her breath was a plethora of gasps and whimpers as her boyfriend ravished her tight pussy for his own pleasure. Cries of euphoria tore from her lips as another hot stab of pleasure pierced her loins and set her nerves alight. The girl had enough presence of mind to make a promise to herself, swearing that if he fucked her this hard from calling him ‘sir’ or ‘daddy’ then she’d call him that every day. A giggle escaped her lips as she imagined all the abuse her poor little pussy would take in the coming weeks as her lover used it as his own personal cum dump. In truth she couldn’t wait for the day when he could actually breed her, to empty his seed into her hot cunt over and over again, even long after her womb was budding with his child. A smirk formed across her moaning face. If he loved her giant tits now, then she could only imagine how much he’d love em then.

“Fuck!” Harry cursed through clenched teeth. “Susie I’m gonna cum!”

“I-inside! Give me your big load please! I’ll let you do a-anything to me! Fuck my a-ass, my tits, anything just PLEASE CUM INSIDE ME!!” She howled as her final climax tore through her body.

Harry came undone at the feeling of her fluttering walls and released his torrent of cum with a deep groan. Susan’s hips shook as he filled her trembling pussy with enough cum to impregnate her a hundred times over. The girl moaned in satisfaction as she felt his hot seed coat her walls, a slutty grin on her face as she giggled in happiness. 

Harry slumped forward on top of the giddy girl. He groaned as she pushed her ass against him, her walls constricting still from their combined orgasms. Mustering his strength, he rolled them over on their side, him behind her with his cock still buried into her core.

“Mmm~ we’re definitely using that for a role play later.” Susan hummed.

Harry moaned in agreement as the busty witch ground herself into him causing his cock to rock in and out of her wet pussy. Reaching around he grasped her plush breasts tightly while he joined in on her motions, the two lazily fucking the other as they spooned.

“Maybe we c-can even get one of the girls to play it out with us.” Susan gasped out as Harry softly rolled one of her nipples between his fingers. “Imagine Daphne playing the role of our pet. Nothing on but a collar and leash. We can get each other ready before you fuck us both and fill our pussies with your seed!” Susan whimpered as his cock began to grind against her g-spot, sending shocks of toe-curling pleasure up her spine like electricity.

“H-Hermione could b-be our maid! And she c-could suck your cock clean a-after you use a-all of our holes- Merlin!” The red head mewled out a cry as her pussy clenched around him once more. “Or I know. H-how about we invite F-Fleur back and you c-can breed her as w-well! Think about it. Fucking that p-perfect french pussy, having a V-veela scream your name before you impregnate her with your hot cum~”

Harry grunted as he came at the mental image. Susan’s walls clamped around him as they milked every last drop of cum from his cock. He squeezed her tits hard as he filled her once more. Susan giggled as his hips spasmed against hers. As his orgasm finally began to taper off, Susan turned and gave him a searing kiss. 

“Just think about it love. After all, Hermione and I never got our own turn with Fleur.” She smirked.

Turning back, she snuggled closer into him as a Harry pulled a blanket over their bare bodies. They fell asleep together with Harry’s hand still upon her breast and cock imbedded within her cunt.

-

“Pixie 1 is in position.” A quiet voice crackled through the magi-comm.

A gruff looking man nodded to his partner beside him before responding. “Heard Pixie 1, Pixie 2 is beginning infiltration.” He responded. Looking over his shoulder he called out in a whispered growl. “Desmond, get yer arse up here and do your job.”

A much younger individual crept up from the tree line they were positioned in. He waved his wand in front of him, a giant shimmering wall appearing not two feet further. A sigh of relief escaped the young man’s lips. “Thank merlin, standard muggle repelling and alarm charms. They’re bloody strong but it shouldn’t be a problem. We may have one issue though…” He trailed off.

“And that is?” The older man ground out.

“There’s another set of wards about 20 yards deeper in. They’re tied to this one so I’ll have to open a hole in both at the same time. Problem is I have no clue what the fuck the other set is. Could be anything, so I’ll have to overpower the doorway a bit. The most I can give you is a 15 second window cap’n, give or take.” The younger wizard explained.

The Captain sighed. “So what you’re saying is…”

“You’ll have to haul arse as soon as I punch a hole through, yeah.”

“Bloody fucking hell. Well we’ve worked with worse odds.” The man turned behind him once more. “Ya hear that Headmaster? You’ll need to stay with our pace to get through, no lolly gagging!”

Dumbledore leveled the man with an unamused expression. “I assure you Lionel, I am more than capable of keeping up.”

The now named Captain Lionel grunted before nodding to their curse breaker. “You stay here and keep an eye on these wards. We’ll send you a patronus if things go south. If that happens, call all reinforcements you can and break this fucking ward line to pieces.”

The young man nodded, his wand already moving in intricate motions as he muttered incantations under his breath. It wasn’t a minute later that the sound of paper ripping filled the air and a large tear appeared in the shimmering wall.

“Go! Now!” Desmond grunted.

The remaining 11 aurors and Dumbledore ran through the tear, making a beeline for a similar looking one a ways ahead. Just as the last auror stepped through the opening, the ward scheme slammed back together and shimmered before disappearing to the naked eye.

“Everyone still got all their bits?” The captain asked. He was answered by a collection of nods and “yes sir’s” before he turned and faced the imposing manor before them. “Let’s move.”

They quietly made their way over the overgrown estate grounds. Decayed shrubbery and cracked fountains marked their path as they approached the rusted iron gate. Lionel jabbed his wand at the metal fixture, a large gap forming as he transfigured the iron into soft sand.

The gravel walkway cracked under their feet as they crept closer to the main house. No lights appeared in any of the windows yet they stuck to the shadows nonetheless. Dumbledore remained next to the captain at the forefront of the assault team. The aged wizard was constantly scanning his wand over their surrounding, trying to pick out any traps or other nasty surprises. So far he had found none and that unsettled the bearded wizard slightly.

Finally they arrived at the large front doors. Dumbledore once more scanned for any potential lethal curses or jinxes before he sighed and pushed the door open. Thankfully, he had wandlessly placed a silencing charm on the old wooden fixture as surely the rusted hinges would have opened with a mighty creak.

The team filtered in one by one, each being met with a scene of an old and decrepit house. Furniture rotted away under white sheets caked in dust. Wallpaper peeled and water stains marked the floor. Perhaps once it had been a beautiful old house, but no longer. 

They navigated their way out of the entrance hall. Each individual trying to ignore the leering shadows and small creaking sounds as they journeyed deeper in. At the back, one veteran auror of 12 years jumped slightly as a large rat scurried around the corner.

“Bloody vermin.” He whispered to himself. Turning back, he saw the group was leaving him behind slightly, yet before he could catch up, a strange hissing noise filled his ears.

“What the-“ He looked up. Eyes widened in fear as the sight of an opened serpents maw, filled with sharp teeth, descended upon him. The man had no time to scream before the fanged mouth clamped down around his neck and ended his life.

“Huh?” Another auror toward the back of the group turned back at the muffled sound of cracking bones. He narrowed his eyes at the empty room. Wasn’t Argyle just here? “Aggie?” He whispered. “Aggie where the hell did you go-“ The man’s words were cut off when a sickly green spell struck him in the back and he knew no more.

From a dark corner, the large rat from earlier scurried away.

Dumbledore paused at the foot of a large staircase. They were now in the large opulent main ball room, its appearance much the same as the rest of the home, dark and dreary. The old wizard cocked his head to the side  and listened.

“What are you doing? We need to keep moving!” The Captain whispered harshly.

Dumbledore shushed the man, his eyes flicking around the entire room, landing on each member of the team. “Something is wrong…” He mused. “We’re missing two members of our party.” With a flick of his wand, a bright fiery light shot forth and illuminated the entire room. It was so bright, it completely removed every shadow within the dark hall.

However, everyone’s eyes did not widen from the lack of shadows, but by the now revealed large serpent hanging from the rafters. Someone cried out in fear and suddenly the room was awash in spellfire as they tried to take out the snake. 

Dumbledore knew this snake very well. Nagini’s tale was a tragic one, but he did not dwell on the former woman’s haunted past. Instead he joined in on the attack, ripping away the thick wooden beams the serpent hung from and banishing the material back at her.

Spells impacted her repeatedly, disappearing on her scales as if they were simple tickling charms and not deadly curses. The giant serpent reared her head up and lunged, wrapping herself around one unlucky auror and sinking her sharp fangs into his neck. His scream was cut off as his throat was crushed by the snake’s powerful jaws.

With a muttered incantation, Dumbledore summoned the broken pieces of glass around the room. In an instant the shards were super heated before the now molten liquid shot out like a whip and wrapped around Nagini’s maw before she could sink her teeth into another auror. The old yank his wand back, pulling the giant serpent away from the group and slamming her into a wall. The old wood gave way, caving in under the snakes immense weight and sending splinters of wood everywhere.

The aurors didn’t give the snake a chance to recover, firing spells after spell at the hole in the wall. Dust and debris flew everywhere, obscuring their vision. 

“Cease fire!” Captain Lionel shouted. As one they lowered their wands, yet still alert. With baited breath they waited as the dust settled. The hole in the wall was now a gaping fissure from their combined spells, yet worse was the fact that it now stood empty, not a serpent in sight.

Just as Dumbledore raised his wand to begin searching for the snake, a sensation from behind caused the hairs on his neck to stand on edge. With a quickness that belied a man of his age, Dumbledore spun to the side as the sickly green color of a killing curse whizzed by his ear. Spinning his wand in a wide arc, the broken pieces of furniture were transfigured into thick chains that flew with impressive speed. The chains impacted a portly set man with a thud. The man cried out at the impact before he struggled greatly against the binds.

“Where is he Peter?!” Dumbledore scowled, his wand leveled at the rat faced man.

Peter Pettigrew sputtered. “Y-you’ll never win! My m-master grows stronger each day!”

“That remains to be seen.” He muttered. A shout from behind drew his attention. Nagini had once more joined the fray, crashing out from another section of the wall to attack another auror from behind. Dumbledore cursed under his breath. He turned to stun the man in front of him only to see that the chains that bound him earlier were now empty. From atop the stairs, a fat rat scrambled away.

Dumbledore growled. He would need to deal with the serpent first it would seem. He summoned the chains to him before banishing them away towards the lunging serpent. They impacted the snake with a meaty thunk. With a twist of his wand, the metal of the chains turned sharp, transfiguring into razor wire. The metal began to heat up exponentially, the serpent trapped within hissing in pain as its scales burned with intensity. It certainly wouldn’t kill her, but Dumbledore knew it definitely hurt.

For added measure, he tore the old chandelier hanging from the ceiling off its mount. The crystal decoration transformed into a thick iron cage midway and slammed onto Nagini’s form. The writhing snake lashed out at the metal bars, but Dumbledore was able to reinforce it just in time before she could rip it away.

He breathed a sigh of relief. “That should hold her captain-“

His words were cut off as the Captain growled in irritation and flicked his wand. A killing curse shot out and slammed into Nagini’s side. The snake fell limp, never to move again.

“That fucking thing killed four of my men. I’m not interested in ‘holding’ her old man.” Lionel cursed. Dumbledore scowled at the man but said nothing. Instead he turned and stomped up the stairs. It was time to finish this.

He reached the upper floors in no time. The remaining aurors trailed behind him as he made his way door by door, checking each room. Finally as he opened the last door, he had to jump out the way as another killing curse slammed into the doorframe next to him. Dumbledore was fairly confident this was the room.

Blasting the door open, he ran in ready to defend anything that came at him. A good thing too as another curse was flung towards him, this one a menacing purple. Not taking any chances, Dumbledore summoned a chair from the corner, using it as a shield from the spell. The wooden piece of furniture was reduced to smoldering cinders as the spell impacted it. Dumbledore banished the fiery remains in a wide arc across the room, an action that was met by a pained howl. He snapped his gaze towards the sound and was met by a grotesque sight.

“The once great and mighty Lord Voldemort, reduced to this. What has become of you Tom?” He muttered, eyeing the homunculus.

“Curse you Dumbledore! I will rise again and take what is mine!” Voldemort howled.

Dumbledore shook his head. “I think not Tom. It may not end here, but we both know you’ll be far too weakened after this to rise again anytime soon. You’ll remain as nothing more but a cursed shade.”

A shout from behind drew his attention just in time to see Pettigrew with his wand raised at him. He made to stun the rat faced man but the hairs on his neck stood on end once more. Dumbledore dove to the side as the familiar green killing curse rushed past him. Pettigrew’s eyes widened as he saw the curse now racing towards him. He could nothing but let out a pathetic whimper as the sickly green spell slammed into his chest. 

Peter Pettigrew fell to the floor dead.

Dumbledore spun back around to face the minuscule dark lord. Voldemort glared back at him before his face transformed into a look of pain. Suddenly, the homunculus let out a terrible screech as an oily black smoke spewed forth from its mouth. The smoke coalesced into a large hooded figure with blood red eyes that bore into Dumbledore. The figure let out one last screech before shooting past them, knocking several aurors to the ground as it fled.

“What the fuck was that?” One auror breathed out.

Dumbledore did not answer, instead he looked around the one before his gaze landed on the body of Pettigrew. He sighed as he shook his head.

“We’ll need to take his body with us. It will be useful in helping clear the name of a friend of mine.” He commanded.

The men eyed the body, some muttering out Peter’s name as two stepped forward and placed a portkey on the corpse. It was whisked away a moment later, back to the DMLE.

Dumbledore sighed. This would be a terribly long night, no doubt filled with a great many difficult questions.

-

A blonde man huffed and puffed as he raced through the woods. A hefty chest floated behind him as he ran. He just needed to get to his safe house and everything will be alright. If he got to the safe house, he could use his emergency portkey and leave the country. Perhaps he’d lay low at his mistress’s house in Venice? Yes that would do nicely.

A pathetic cry left his lips as Lucius Malfoy stumbled over a thick root and fell to the forest floor. He cursed his rotten luck and he cursed the DMLE. He had no clue why the group of aurors came for him. What could they have possible found? All his illicit businesses were hidden perfectly. His drunken splurges of attacking a few muggles never bore any witnesses. And his accountant assured him that no one would find out about his tax fraud!

Yet still the aurors had come and he barely made it out unscathed. Oh sure he had to leave his wife behind, but the harlot was of no use to him anymore. His imbecile of a son was just as useless, so abandoning him while he was still at Hogwarts was just as easy.

Lucius stood and wiped the dirt and grime from his expensive robes. He grimaced at the filth but there was nothing to be done about it. He leaned against a tree for a moment in an effort to catch his breath. 

As he stood and prepared to continue forth towards his safe house, a loud crack from behind caused him to jump. Surely the aurors couldn’t have caught up to him already right? No, he had been far too thorough with his apparitions to be tracked so easily. 

He raised his wand, prepared to curse anything that dared to cross him. It was only then that the blonde man realized how deathly quiet the forest around him was. Not even the wind dared to break the silence around him. It unnerved the man greatly.

 “Luciusssss” A menacing voice hissed. The man shivered at the sound, his heart pounding hard against his rib cage. 

“W-who’s there?!” He shouted. His wand arm began to shake in fear as he scanned the dark woods around him. A rustling of leaves sounded behind him. Lucius gasped as he spun around and fired a blood boiling curse. The spell splashed harmlessly against a tree and fizzled out.

“Why so afraid Lucius?” The voice wheezed. It seemed to come from all around him at once. “Do you truly not recognize the voice of your masterrrr?”

“Wha- No it can’t be!” He cried.

Something impacted the man’s back, forcing him to his knees with a cry.

“Such doubt. Disappointing.” The voice was right above him now. Lucius looked up with a tremble. Above him was an oily black figure, akin to that of a dementor. Yet instead of an empty hood, two blood red eyes glared back at him.

“M-my lord!”

“So now you recognize me.” Voldemort hissed.

Lucius shook with fear. “If I had known my l-lord- if there were wh-whispers I-“ An unseen force crashed against his chest and drove the air from his lungs.

“There were more than whispers fool, but do not despair. I am a forgiving lord.” 

“Th-thank you master! I am at your service!” Lucius bowed.

A sound akin to shattering glass echoed out across the forest. With a whimper Lucius realized his master was laughing.

“I have no need for your service fool. My forgiveness extends to only letting you live for I have only need for your body.” Voldemort cackled.

“M-my lord?” Lucius questioned.

He received no answer before the ghostly arm of his master shot out and grasped him by the neck. He struggled greatly, fighting to force air into his lungs as the clawed hand cut off his airway. Another arm forced his mouth open before suddenly oily smoke was forced down his throat. The shade disappeared as it seeped into the body of the blonde man.

Lucius fell to the forest floor, his body convulsing with pained screams. Suddenly his thrashing stopped, the man’s body deathly still. Moments passed as silence reigned once more. 

A gasp broke the quiet woods as the body of the Death Eater rose up once more. Eyes opened to reveal deep red irises. A cruel smirk passed over the man’s face as Lord Voldemort breathed once more.

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Author’s Note

Chapter done finally! I’m super sorry for the long wait, I have been ridiculously sick the past week. Pretty much comatose the entire time! I hope you all enjoyed this plot filled chapter though!

Thanks for reading.