The Prince of Darkness

Chapter 7

"Rabicho!" Voldemort mocked the crying mouse in front of him. "Master!" Rabicho squealed, shaking uncontrollably on the floor as he looked at him with his watery eyes, "Oh master! You came back to us!" "Cease your theatricality." He barked, and Barty - who was standing with wands pointing at the chubby mouse, kicked, causing the mouse to retreat. Voldemort had the feeling that he wanted to do more for the mouse, but he restrained himself. Well, he doesn't blame you. Honestly, who doesn't like it? "My wand, Rabicho." Rabicho whimpered and pulled a familiar white wand from his diary robes. Barty tore him out of his hand, smiling in disgust, before kneeling and appropriately introducing him to Voldemort. With a tiny tremor in his heart, Voldemort grabbed his finger similar to a pale bone around his faithful yew's wand, feeling it heat up to his touch and closed his eyes to savor the familiar tingling sensation once again, feeling the way Magic sang in his Union. Ah, how much he missed his loyal companion who has never betrayed him since he caught him at Olivares. "Master, oh master! Please -" Voldemort growled, opening his eyes to face the mouse for ruining the moment for him. "What?" "Can I - can I stay here, master? Please, I -'' Voldemort pulled the sheath of his blanket before those dirty hands could touch him. He would have crucified the asshole for his boldness - but he prefers not to de-exhaust his core at the moment. Barty frowned and kicked the mouse away from his Lord. Voldemort took a deep breath. After all, the mouse is still useful. "You will stay in the Mansion and help Barty create a body for me." Voldemort shouted his order, "You will have your meal in your room and will not leave your room unless you are called. And if you try to harm someone - and I mean anyone who is living here, you will desire death when I am through you, do you understand? " "Oh yes, yes, master." Rabicho screamed with relief for having a roof over his head, "Thank you, thank you." "Winky!" Barty barked as soon as Voldemort signaled to him. "Show the mouse the smallest room farthest from my master's private wing." Since Voldemort gained enough energy to speak, he instructed Harry to go to the main room of the Mansion. He was grateful for the extra space to breathe while sharing the bed with a child and a four-and-a-half-meter viper. Nagini refused to leave any of them out of her sight; until any of them were able to defend themselves enough. Winky bowed, "Yes, Metre Barty. Follow Winky, Mr. Mouse." Voldemort pressed his lipless mouth to prevent the fun smile that threatened to escape. Barty didn't even try to contain his fun, throwing his head back, laughing openly. As soon as they left, Barty turned to his master and sat next to him, looking like a grumpy child. Voldemort sighed. Why did he miss this grown-up child again? "What happened, Bartô?" "My Lord," Barty looked up with wide eyes, "wasn't I enough to help you with the task?" Oh, jealousy. Voldemort smiled inwardly, fun, although he didn't show them. ' Oh Barty .. you're still a child! 'He could now confirm, having to live with a real child. Even if the said child is very happy and cheerful by nature. - The ritual I'm planning will require the flesh of a servant. I don't want you to cut your hand for that, Barty. You are very important to me for this. He said softly, smiling inwardly when Barty widened his eyes, smiling widely with worship for his master shining in his eyes.

"My Lord?" Voldemort hums, raising his eyes from the scroll where he scribbled the rituals he needed. Barty was sitting on the floor next to his chair in the garden with a book. They are all outside, in the garden, absorbing the late morning sun. Harry next to him, sank into the chair with his two legs bent and still completely immersed in his own book. "My Lord, when you finally have a body, everyone will feel it. Isn't that right?" "The mark will darken and give a spark of magic, yes." Voldemort said confused, wondering where this was going. "Why don't you want everyone to know that I'm back?" "If you ask me, I think it is necessary to test their loyalty before announcing your presence, my lord." Barty thought, " Look what Karkaroff did. Who is preventing him, or Severus from informing Dumbledore and his order?" He asked, lowering his voice, being careful not to scare the Little Prince about a possible threat - although it was not necessary; Harry was lost to the real world. Voldemort frowned, "Severus has my confidence. He was working as a spy for me." He doesn't need to lower his voice. If Harry hadn't been totally busy with the book, he would have heard them anyway with their sharp senses. Even he was slightly impressed by the boy's intense focus. This is quite rare among children your age. "My Lord, but what about Karkaroff? Or Malfoy? Nott? They all begged for innocence and made Imperius after you left. Don't you think you should test their loyalty beforehand?" "Lucius is slippery." Voldemort agreed: "No one knows what he will do. But you're right, of course." He meditated: "It's preferable that everyone doesn't know that I'm back until I regain my ideal health and power. I'll think of something. You can be sure that they are worried until I gain a body and absorb the darkening of the Brand before they realize it. Without calling, no one can confirm anything. " Barty bowed, agreeing and totally trusting in his Lord. Both observed as Nagini slid towards Harry, having finally digested his previous meal. She raised her head higher and stuck her triangular nose in the side of her son. Harry squirmed and let out a giggle, tickled; looking at his mother with a big smile. ": Mom: '' He said happily. Barty took a deep breath with the use of Ofidio Glotta, although he should know that his Master's son, who is also a Naga, should be an Ofidioglotta as well. Barty looked at him with admiration, respect for his Little Prince reaching astronomical levels. ": Puppy, you've been reading all morning. Rest, or your eyes will hurt soon. Come with me. I'll teach you something you'll love:'' Harry immediately cheered up and looked at his father with huge pleading eyes. Voldemort laughed inside, keeping his face serious and nodded, making Harry smile widely as he ran after his mother. "Bartô, come and look at the list you need to buy for the ritual. But first, your new Wand." While they engage in a more in-depth discussion about the Wand Makers they can contact without breaking the disguise and about the ritual they will need to perform, they hear someone scream for the rest of their lives. Voldemort and Barty froze, not expecting it. Your yew stick slid into your hand. Barty got up, with the spare wand he had been using since his return in his hands. He nodded to Voldemort and ran to where they could still hear someone screaming for mercy.