Kassandra Bauer and the Goblet of Fire (Book 4)

Epilogue: The Dragon Priest.

Azkaban Prison. (3rd Person P.O.V)

Below the fortress of Azkaban. The Dark Dragon Erathor waited and watched and listened. A dementor came in. He knew every prisoner that was in that prison. Who entered and who left. He knew it all. 

"Sum Na Kev." (The Prisoners are celebrating.) A Dementor reported.

"Of course they celebrate." Erathor said. "They celebrate their master's return." 

"Om ni ov! Strum Fala Nev Ovanah Strum." (You are the only master of any value.) The Dementor said disgusted that the prisoners above would dare say otherwise. Especially that Bellatrix Lestrange.

"I know. Let the humans have their moment of glory." Erathor informed. "Or what they will call it. Let Voldemort believe he is the Dark Lord. We still have our deal. Once Voldemort calls on you, you will answer. You and your kin. But you will serve me." 

The Dementor looked at his master. "Kas Lar Voldemort en novah Rof... Ekf?" (And if Voldemort should break this deal... early?) He asked. 

"He might." Erathor answered. "But I always say... carry a little insurance with you. I will give him you, but I will also give something as well. A Commander who we know will be loyal to me." He turned to 2 other Dementors entering. "Is he ready?" 

The Dementors nodded. "Kas Sar Nov am ravaos dos nef ev. Doth Kar Bar Ven nof Los Funt. Far Nov En Niev." (We possessed the soul. You were correct, My Lord. The Minister suspects nothing. Even as we took the soul under his very nose.) 

Erathor grinned. "This pleases me. Voldemort will have his forces. But my Servants will be loyal to me. And... someone who can lead my Dementors while I remain here. In the shadows." 

The Dementors brought the man in... stripped of all his identity and his soul. The Body of Barty Crouch Jr. and he was dressed in a strange type of ancient robes under Dragon bone armor. 

"Cornelius Fudge is an even bigger fool than what was previously expected of him." Erathor grinned. "He has given my Dementors the soul of Barty Crouch Jr. And Fudge has given me my new Servant as well. He has handed one of the greatest powers right into my claws. I couldn't have planned this any better if I tried." He then turned to the body. "Barty Crouch Jr. is no more. You are now someone new... someone strong..." Erathor created a powerful staff of magic. 

The Body rose up like an Infernus. But one as if they were made of Magic and the only thing holding it together was a Mask and the armor.  "Rise and accept your role. Rise and take this staff as your weapon of magic, of the power of the Gods. RISE! MY DRAGON PRIEST!" 

The Figure known as the Dragon Priest took the staff and with great power. He shot it at the roof of the chamber of Erathor. A beam of Dark Energy shooting out of it. So powerful it could be seen for miles. "What is thy bidding. My Master?" The Dragon Priest asked kneeling before Erathor. 

"You will lead my Dementors. You will serve me as I see fit. And when the time comes. We will introduce you to our ally, Voldemort." Erathor commanded. Then he felt a presence above him. By the Prison Entrance. It wasn't a new Prisoner. Nor was it a Dementor. "A Visitor. And an unsanctioned one at that. How interesting." 

And it was also at this time that a Dementor floated down to Erathor. "Rathor Am Niev Dov Vana Kev. Rabatha Thro Korf Dov ah Nev?" (There is a Ministry Worker at the entrance. She has requested 2 of us. Shall we turn her away?) The Dementor asked.

"Allow me to turn the human stain away, My Lord." The Dragon Priest requested. 

"A Generous offer, My Priest. But wait one moment." Erathor replied. "Has the woman said why she requested 2 of my servants?" He asked the Dementor.

"Kos Nev. Bas Rum Nava Dos Fa." (She didn't say. I only assume it's not with the Ministry's knowledge.)

"What are your orders? Shall we take her out?" The Dragon Priest asked.

"No..." Erathor answered grinning. He could also sense the presence as to the nature of why the Ministry worker was in his Prison. "I have a better idea. Go with the Ministry Worker and do as she says. If all goes well... then, we'll have the soul of the Boy who Lived right in our grasp. You have your orders. Now... let us begin."  

And the Dragon Priest and the Dementors all bowed to Erathor and then walked out.

Meanwhile... Little Hangleton. 

"Unfortunate. Very unfortunate." Voldemort had said over and over to Pettigrew and Fletcher Snyde. "No Harry Potter. No Kassandra Bauer. We've lost Barty Crouch Jr. And the only one we've killed is a worthless Hufflepuff." He had stared both of them down. But then he took a deep breath. "It is disappointing to me. However... this is only a minor setback." He informed.

"A Minor Setback? I don't understand." Snyde asked. "Shouldn't we be worried? Harry Potter will inform the Ministry that you have returned. And we'll be having to watch our backs. The Ministry-" 

"Is divided right now." Voldemort interrupted. "I have just learned from Lucius Malfoy that Fudge does not believe my return. And many in the Ministry will not either. They will think that Dumbledore is off his rocker and that Harry Potter is a liar. And no respectable worker will ever believe a Greek Thief like Kassandra Bauer. Iosef Trotsky's final act before he died has bought us time. Time we can now spend recovering our forces, calling the Death Eaters back, planning our strategies." 

"How is all of this Trotsky's final act... My Lord?" Pettigrew asked confused. 

"Because Trotsky had cursed Fudge during the fall of the Ministry. A curse that ensures the Ministry will do nothing while I rise to power and will put Fudge at odds with Dumbledore." Voldemort answered annoyed like Pettigrew should've known that already. 

"Then what is our next move, My Lord?" Snyde asked. 

"Our next move, Fletcher... is to send envoys to our old allies. The Giants will start, we already have the Dementors on our side, call on our fellow Dark Wizards, dispatch our Albanian Death Eaters here. And also... call on potential allies from international waters. It certainly helped Iosef Trotsky the first time." Voldemort answered.

"Yes, sir." Snyde confirmed. "I hear Japan is lovely for Dark Forces we can call upon. And keep a potential ally to Dumbledore occupied." He added. 

"Good. See to it at once, Fletcher." Voldemort ordered. 

That was when they heard a laugh. "Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha." It was a woman's voice.

Fletcher raised his wand at the figure. "Who are you?" He demanded.

"Oh, please. There's no need for that." The Figure said. "I couldn't help but notice that... the Dark Lord himself had returned. I wanted to see if it was true for myself. And... I'd like to offer my hand of friendship to you." She requested to Voldemort.

"You would pledge your services to me?" Voldemort asked.

"A Partnership." The Figure clarified. "I ally myself with the Death Eaters. And you help me retrieve something that the Bauers have stolen from me." 

"Partnership?" Voldemort repeated. "My my. We are ambitious. But you understand that I don't just trust strangers and pick them off the street. I am a very selective man." He pointed out.

"That's something we have in coming." The Figure replied. "But if it's selection. Then understand that I am a Pure Blood Witch. In fact, my blood purity traces all the way back to Ancient Times." 

"I see." Voldemort said intrigued. "Now... what have the Bauers stolen from you? And to repeat Snyde's question... who are you?" He asked.

"Jacob and Ethan Bauer have taken a valuable item. My Slave." The Figure answered. "She is of great value to me and I want her back. As for who I am... I've gone by many names in my time. The terror of all of Greece. The Witch of the Shadows. But you... you may call me..." And she removed her hood to reveal her face. "Larisa."