RP: Voldemort, Death Eaters, and Attack! Who: Lord Voldemort, Death Eaters, British Prime Minister, and assorted (but high ranking) British Officials (oh and wedding guests!) Where: London When: 2 May, 2025, 3:30pm Rating/Warnings: Summary: While the Wizarding World celebrates his death, Voldemort creates more deaths.
The Dark Lord's mind raged with fury. They dared celebrate his downfall! They dared celebrate his death! No, they dared celebrate that other Voldemort's downfall and death--he constantly reminded himself of that thought. His other self had made mistakes. Mistakes that he would not. Soon, very soon, he would have all of his secrets back, and then he would kill all those who opposed him. And then, he would return to his rightful home and rule from its Great Hall for all eternity.
He had summoned those Death Eaters (and Fenrir Greyback) that he would be taking with him: Rabastan Lestrange, Lilith Lestrange, Bellatrix Lestrange, Walden MacNair, and a few others. He explained the plan: The Muggle Prime Minister's daughter was getting married today. There would be an assortment of high-ranking Muggle officials. It was the perfect opportunity to show the Wizarding World that they were helpless to defend the Muggles and to show the Muggles their proper place is beneath His Heel.
What he didn't tell them is that it would give him a chance to gather research into his grandfather. He had been led to believe the next cache of secrets was somehow connected to a place in his grandfather's life.
He apparated to the wedding before the rest of the Death Eaters, using the cover of his invisibility to accomplish two things: Imperius an unsuspecting Muggle who would be used to gather the information on his sire's sire and to kill the auror that was protecting the Prime Minister. Once the auror was dead, he summoned the Death Eaters.
Floating down the aisle to where the Prime Minister was giving his daughter away, Voldemort sneered. "Now, Mr. Prime Minister, you really should know better than to do this. Muggles are such filth. They don't deserve this kind of happiness."
There was a baby crying, but a dispatch of green light took care of that. "Much better-," he stopped as the mother started screaming. "Oh, shut up, whore." He froze her vocal chords.
"Now, where were we?" He pretended to think for a minute. "Oh yes, I was about to kill you. Oh don't look so surprised." He had turned to the bride. "You mean to tell me that your father never told you that wizarding kind existed?" He shook a finger at the Prime Minister who was ghostly pale. "You really shouldn't keep secrets."
"And one more thing," he held up his hand as if getting everyone's attention, "Bow." He watched as the Muggles in the wedding party, one by one got to their knees, prostrating themselves in front of Him, their Lord.
"Avada Kedavra," he said looking at the kneeling form of the Prime Minister that then crumpled.