bp_voldemort (bp_voldemort) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-12-29 00:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 12, dead character: voldemort |
RP: Lord Voldemort and mention of NPC
Who: Voldemort and the Killer Pet
Where: Wherever they are
When: December 29
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, thoughts of rape
Summary: Voldemort retrieves His pet and does some major memory modifications.
After responding to Theodore's question, Voldemort ate something quickly -- He hated eating. It, like sleep and the need for water, was just another weakness to overcome. He had already conquered the greatest weakness of all - death - surely, in time, He would conquer these as well.
The tracking charm led Him to the small village in Yorkshire where the murdering fiend lived. He had hoped to utilize the man again. But, Theodore Nott's future cooperation was a steal for such a small price. Plus, He had already learned the most important lesson of all: The spell worked, which meant the knowledge He had retrieved from Albania had been expertly preserved. The Dark Empire would rise again.
It was just past Midnight, and Voldemort cast a luring spell. It was weak enough not to set off any watchful wards, but would be strong enough to bring a satisfactory result given the remnants of the afternoon spell and the man's weak mind. Less than five minutes later, a middle-aged, burly wizard shuffled out of the house, acting as if he was sleep walking.
Voldemort proceeded to incapacitate the man and then apparated them to the fidelius-protected house He had used for meeting with Peter and Natasha. The first thing Voldemort did was to ensure neither of the other two who knew the secret were in the house. Then He raised the anti-apparition wards so neither could get in; their port keys would no longer work so it wouldn't be a problem. He didn't have the time to cast the fidelius on another location. Plus He didn't yet know just how many fidelius secrets one person could keep; two were sufficient for Him for the moment. Nott would just have to live. Of course, it would be interesting to see if Nott would trust the Dark Lord enough to show up in the first place. He didn't trust Nott at all, but He also wasn't going to pass this opportunity up. In the worst case scenario, Nott didn't believe Voldemort wasn't responsible for Charlotte's death, and the game would be relatively unchanged.
Once the man was restrained, Voldemort began modifying his memories. He didn't know how powerful of a legillimens Nott was, but He was confident enough that Nott wouldn't be able to tell the man's mind had been charmed. He was sure only one other person alive could: Albus Dumbledore. Possibly one other, Gellert Grindelwald. OK. Possibly two others, because of Severus Snape, the Greatest-Betrayer-of-All. But, if Nott went to any of those, then this was a hopeless enterprise to begin with.
The invisiperio spell was designed to erase the memory of the spell-casting. After ensuring it had, Voldemort went to work on the most crucial memories of all: why the man had decided to go on a killing spree. It was a simple tale, but one He believed was quite plausible especially since it meshed with other memories the Dark Lord had found in the man's mind (internal coherence was the easiest way to minimize the detectability of memory modification):
As red, flaming snakes erupted nearby and people started to rush out, several people tried to edge by him, yelling loudly that they had important jobs and deserved to get out first. This set him off. And the man began casting hex after hex. Curse after curse, until he was so angry that green light erupted from his wand and struck another wizard dead.
There was a shriek of horror, and the man turned to see a young, beautiful woman. She had just witnessed him commit murder. He knew he couldn't let her leave alive and tell the authorities about what he did. But she was so beautiful and looked so delicious.
"You're coming home with me," his eyes turned to lust and his tongue ran the course of his lips as he imagined what he'd do to her and how she would service him. But she resisted and a hex resulted in a deep gash on his arm.
"Avada kedavra," he yelled again and the woman crumpled to the floor. He could still have his way with her, he thought. But then a red blast exploded near him. And he turned to see the unmistakable messy hair of the Boy-Who-Lived, so he disapparated.
Voldemort left the most recent memories - those of the man's apprehension - untouched, since they genuinely appeared as if the man was sleepwalking. Voldemort's brow was full of sweat as He finished the laborious task. He ensured all of the spells on the house were working properly before apparating to where the night had began. He was completely and utterly exhausted, but wrote to Theo. He felt like He could sleep for a week. The Dark Lord collapsed onto the spartan bed that stood alone in the stoic bedroom. He never was one for creature comforts.