I am Lord Voldemort (find_voldemort) wrote in find_horcruxes, @ 2009-11-05 11:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | lord voldemort, patrice nott |
RP Log: Voldemort & Patrice Nott
Who: Patrice Nott & Lord Voldemort himself.
When: 5 November 1979.
Where: Voldemort's super sekrit headquarters.
What: A command
Rating: Low.
Status: COMPLETE.
Patrice Apparated to the small hunting cabin that was serving as the Dark Lord's headquarters for the time being. And by small, really, it was to say that it was not as large as the manors he was used to inhabiting and somewhat closer to the cottage the Nott's had recently inherited in France, five bedrooms, large great rooms, and extraordinarily comfortable, all other things being equal. He knew that the Dark Lord was expecting him and so he did not tarry in the yard. The wards allowed him through, and he moved towards the front door and waved his wand at the lock. The door opened, and Patrice pushed through it and into the entry. The Great Hall was to the side, but he did not know for certain if the Dark Lord would be in the main rooms, or would be in one of the rooms upstairs and he hesitated, knowing that his presence would be sensed, and more than likely a direction would be extended momentarily. "Patrice, my old friend," came the smooth voice from the Great Hall. The fireplace was lit with a roaring fire, and a grand snake slithering out into the corridor where Patrice was waiting. Once it had his attention, it zig-zagged slowly back into the hall, clearly with orders to lead. In the shadows thrown by orange light, a tall figure loomed. "I trust that our young pupils are following your strict commands?" Patrice moved forward into the Great Hall, following the lead of the snake that was his Master's familiar. After appropriately paying his respects to his Lord, he nodded. "Of course, my Lord, I would hardly have them otherwise." That he worried about Regulus Black's dedication and how best to improve the young man as a soldier in the Dark Lord's army was not mentioned, although Patrice's mind was an open book to the Wizard that he had dedicated his life to serving. It was Patrice's greatest desire to see Britain become a beacon of everything that was great about Wizarding culture, tradition, and history. He knew that Lord Voldemort, his master, desired the same thing, and thus Patrice had dedicated everything that he was to this cause. Although he sometimes had frustrations about the seriousness of the young men and women who filled the Outer Circle, or the way that missions were handled - the destruction of the Library still made him frown because he suspected, despite learning that the Blood Traitors had started the mess, that Bellatrix and Rodolphus had not sought to improve the situation. But none of this mattered in the face of Lord Voldemort, and it took only standing in front of the great Wizard for Patrice to be reminded of that fact. The Dark Lord would save the Wizarding World from those who would destroy it, and Patrice was fortunate enough to be among those entrusted to carry out those instructions. For now he looked up into the Dark Lord's face and waited the instructions, questions, or discussion that he knew would follow the summons. Nagini returned to her master, curling herself around one of the legs of the high-backed chair he now sat in. Voldemort trusted no man completely, but of his Death Eaters, there were only four he would entrust certain duties to. He knew Nott's mind was as devoted as his own, though with far different reasons. It was true that Voldemort wanted to rid the Wizarding world of those who had stolen their magic, but his own methods and means were to secure his own immortality. These purebloods were mostly puppets for his bidding. "This is good news, Patrice. They are so very rough around the edges, and I am concerned with the younger Black myself," he said, alluding to Nott's own fears about the boy. "I had such high hopes for him, and yet... he could not kill one single filthy Muggle when asked." He was, of course, referring to the incident involving Charity Burbage's mother, the woman who ferried magic-stealers from their rightful place into their world. Gesturing to another chair near the fire, Voldemort extended a hand, tipping his head. "Sit and I will tell you what I have in mind for this werewolf plaguing our world." "I plan on working with him personally, my Lord," he said in regards to Regulus Black. "We meet tomorrow evening, and I hope that I will be able to help him become a more devoted servant," Patrice said simply. And he honestly did plan on doing everything within his effort to ensure that Black improved. The elder son had been a waste, and for the moment Patrice Nott did not have an heir, but he would do everything he could to ensure that the Black family did not lose their best hope. Patrice stepped towards the fire, taking the seat that the Dark Lord had motioned to and he turned his attention, rather thoughtfully onto what his master was saying. "The werewolf, my lord?" "The werewolf, Fenrir Greyback," Voldemort answered, glancing at his minion with a sort of smile. As much as the Dark Lord could smile. His fingers began to stroke Nagini's head idly. "I want him found, and I want him brought to our side. He could prove very useful to our cause. He has instilled a whimsical sort of fear into the world, and I want it." Under his command, of course. Fenrir Greyback was no more than a brutal pet in Voldemort's mind, but he could be an extremely terrifying one. However, a creature like that wouldn't be tamed by simply asking him to join their side. Voldemort knew that his Death Eaters would find him repulsive, and so he would have to go another route. "I want you to send your best pupils, Patrice, into the Ministry of Magic. You will destroy certain documents in the Werewolf Registry - those known to be in Greyback's pack, those files need to be brought to me. All of those files. The rest... let them destroy what they want. I want no tracks leading to us or what we're planning to do." Though, clearly, what he was planning to do, he had no intention of stating completely. Patrice considered this piece of information, wondering how a halfbreed werewolf like Greyback could be useful, although even as his mind asked the question he realised that the fear Greyback spread could be useful, and so long as they were controlling the werewolf, there was perhaps nothing so very wrong with that. "Yes," he said finally. "I will look at our best and brightest to go into the Ministry of Magic. You wish only those documents brought to you that cover those known to be in Greback's pack," he repeated. "It will be done, my Lord," he said seriously, his mind already wandering to those that might be worthy to carry out this particular assignment. That Patrice himself had no real desire to work with werewolves, regardless of usefulness, was truly not important. The Dark Lord had requested that something be done and Patrice trusted in his master's plans for the Wizarding World. Thus, regardless of his personal dislike of werewolves or feelings about halfbreeds like Greyback, he would see that the mission was accomplished and that the Dark Lord had what he had asked for. "Thank you, Patrice. You are a loyal companion," Voldemort said then, as if the words truly meant anything of importance. "Werewolves are foul creatures," he continued, knowing full well that most of his Inner Circle would be loathe to be near such beasts. They would have to be placated in some ways, strangleholded in other ways - just like the mongrels Voldemort wanted for his very own army. "But the foulest of creatures need masters." "I should be very lost without you, my dear friend." He turned his attention to Nagini, signalling the end of the conversation. Patrice knew that this was all that the Dark Lord had needed and that by turning his attention to Nagini, his master had signalled the end of their interview. He stood, a grateful and reverential bow towards his master, and he exited the room. He disliked tremendously the idea of involving Greyback in anything to do with their war, but he knew that his friend and master had thought all facts through and if he were asking, there was good reason for it. He reached the front door of the cabin and exited, mentally composing his entry to the Inner Circle and his requests from the Outer Circle. There would be much work that would need to be done. |