Present Mixed in the Past

Chapter 40| Gathering

The conversation with the adults was interesting. They seemed so desperate to understand everything, to learn more of the future the Council had lived. They were horrified to hear what happened to them, angered them even more as they continued on. It wasn't long before they agreed to become part of the Council, to be their eyes and ears of both the Order and Lemon-Drop.

Noctule, Peacock, and Padfoot were eager to grab the Horcruxes, well sort of. None were pleased with the idea of needing to revive Voldemort, especially when they were informed what exactly a Horcrux was. However, they agreed that out of the two evils, Voldemort would be the easier of the two to kill.

Peacock and Padfoot easily got three of the Horcruxes; the diary, locket and Helga's Cup. It had taken plenty of talking and convincing to get the Goblins to open the vault. Even with the knowledge that they were housing a Horcrux, they had refused them entrance till they were able to even closely prove that Jackal was still a Grim Wolf at the time. At least that was one of the hard parts.

During the school year, Phoenix was able to grab Ravenclaw's Diadem with Raven, shipping it off to Voss for safety. Hare and Owl used their Ravenclaw status to research more ways to finish gathering Voldemort's soul, or at least be able to make him a sane man. Kit and Kett were assigned to gather the necessary ingredients that the Snows had spoke of. Noctule, with Phoenix's guidance, found and began to set up a meeting with the Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord was not pleased with having some of his Deatheaters knowing his secret, but he was intrigued by the bit of information that was given to him.

"Make me young?"

Noctule nodded his head.

"Young and sane. Most of your soul will be forced back into you, all except two."

"Two?" The withering monster hummed, glancing toward that barely alive Quibble and his most loyal Barty Jr.

The once loyal Deatheater nodded again. His cold and calculating dark eyes seemed like endless pits in the night.

"Gaunt's Ring and Harry Potter."

That caused the room grow tense. Then ever so suddenly, the Dark Lord began to laugh almost hysterically! It was wheezing and scratching on all ears to listen to.

"Harry Potter! One of my Horcruxes!" He snarled.

The edges of the bat's lips twitched into a cruel smirk. He too had found it ironically hilarious when he heard it. The one being who could kill the Dark Lord was also the one being keeping him alive! Yet, it also solidified that fact that Lemon-Drop truly was trying to kill his beloved Lily's only creation. All for the sake of power.

"Yes. In fact, Phoenix was the one who had decided to give you a new life." He hummed.

The withered monster hummed, his mind twisting with many different plans of corrupting the child. Of making the child that was supposed to kill him, his own personal weapon turned against the old fool!

"Phoenix?" Barty hissed, narrowing his eyes as he stepped forward.

Noctule kept his relaxed look, an odd feeling of calmness capturing his heart. It felt like he had nothing to fear from the Dark Lord. As if he wouldn't die no matter what he would say, and he believed that.

"Yes, they prefer to be called by new names. Similar to how you refuse to be called by your muggle name." There was a hiss of rage, but no hostile action was taken against the speaking Deatheater. "It is also to keep themselves safe and hidden from the old fool's eyes."

Voldemort had waved his old spy away, thinking about it. It would be good to have his body back, especially if he was given his youth as well. He didn't care that they had called him insane, he was perfectly fine with the way he thought about everything.