Montgomery Nott. (montumental) wrote in traintickets, @ 2011-05-24 16:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | alecto carrow, aubrey borgin, barty crouch jr., bellatrix lestrange, calypso zabini, evan rosier, isabel burke, montgomery nott, rodolphus lestrange, thorfinn rowle |
Characters: Montgomery Nott, Bellatrix Lestrange, Diary!Horcrux!Riddle, Death Eaters in the house.
Setting: Living room of the Death Eater hideout.
Summary: Montgomery attempts to find the soul of Lord Voldemort, actually progress with bringing him back. Shenanigans ensue.
Montgomery had spent several nights awake pondering how to go about this. But a few hours of sleep were nothing when it came to getting a step closer to bringing Lord Voldemort back. He'd been a Death Eater for over 20 years so he knew tricks some of the younger Death Eaters didn't, so now was as good a time as ever to bring out the artillery and actually get down to business. He had prepared as well as he could, getting the right supplies and ingredients, not all of them being in the house either meaning he had to quickly and stealthily get them without arousing the slightest bit of suspicion. He was good at that, though.
The door to the living room was ajar, and he briefly peered in, seeing Bellatrix still sitting and writing happily in the diary. Perhaps if he were twenty years younger he'd be jealous that she got to speak to one part of the Dark Lord and he didn't, but he was older and wiser and smarter than that, he'd rather get a Crucio from the real Dark Lord than seductive nothings from a fragment of him.
Montgomery was doing this just outside the living room, and he'd passed the message on henceforth around the house about what was going down, and that they should probably stand a few feet away until he was finished in case something went wrong. He knew better than to do this in the same room because she was the hex first ask questions later sort of person, and he didn't want to mess this up. He laid out the potions kit, quietly mixing the ingredients together, and they were very rare ingredients at that.
This particular potion was difficult because it took a lot out of the maker, including a large portion of his blood, and it also needed a significant tie to the soul it was trying to summon, which he figured his 20-odd-years old Dark Mark tattoo would suffice with. The potion was an extremely difficult concoction and if Severus was older and willing to go to these lengths, he'd be doing it instead. But Montgomery thought of it first, so that was that.
After about fifteen minutes, the preliminaries of the potion were done, and Montgomery took out his wand and placed it on the Dark Mark. Muttering a few choice words, he kept his wand firmly in his hand and pressed on his forearm, even though his Mark was burning white hot against his skin. He had a feeling it wasn't just him that would have been feeling it, so he knew there was little time before Bellatrix grew suspicious. He slashed carefully at his arm, letting the blood fall into the potion, which simmered and smoked just how it should have.
He was already feeling like he'd bowled over by a troll, so he bottled up the potion as carefully as he could. Pushing everything to the side, except the bottle, which he corked, he got shakily to his feet and pushed open the door.
Before Bellatrix could react, he threw the bottle, which landed near her feet and smashed upon impact. Slumping against the wall, he watched as smoke began to creep up from where the bottle smashed. That was a very good sign. He kept his wand in his hand and held it up, in case Bellatrix tried anything. He just watched, warily, as the smoke went for the diary, and then, towards Bellatrix. He frowned slightly. Was that supposed to happen?