The Truth

Troubles

Everyone was disgusted by Voldemorts description. After reading about Wormtail being thrown into the stone and instead of having his hand fixed, Voldemort called his followers, Sirius said, "And people want to follow that mad man. Way to treat the one that helped you come back."

"'...a muggle and a fool...very like
your dear mother. But they both had their uses, did they not? Our mother died to defend you as a child....and I killed my father, and see how useful he has proved himself, in death.....'" Kingsley read and Sirius, Remus, and surprising everyone in the room, Severus jumped up.

"That sick bastard!" Sirius yelled.

"How dare he talk about Lily like that!" Remus yelled.

"Ill kill him!" Severus growled.

Everyone looked at Severus oddly. Severus scrowled at them all and sat back down. Kingsley continued reading. Everyone listened as Voldemort talked about taking steps to make himself immortal. Dumbledore was lost in thought at this. Kingsley stopped reading and looked at Madam Bones.

"Do you have a pice of parchment to write down names of deatheaters. I believe he's gonna start calling them by name. We can use this to our advantage." Kingsley said and parchment, a quill and ink appeared in front of Madam Bones. She took the things and titled the parchment "Deatheaters" and then waited on Kingsley to read again.

"'Get up Avery,' said Voldemort softly. 'Stand up. You ask for forgiveness? I do not forgive. I do not forget. Thirteen long years...I want thirteen years repayment before I forgive you. Wormtail here has paid some of his debt already, have you not, Wormtail?'

He looked down at Wormtail, who continued to sob. 'You returned to me, not out of loyalty, but out of fear of your old friends. You deserve this pain, Womtail. You know that, don't you?'

'Yes, Master,' moaned Wormtail, 'please. Master...please...'

'Yet you helped return me to my body,' said Voldemort coolly, watching Wormtail sob on the ground. 'Worthless and traitorous as you are, you helped me...and Lord Voldemort rewards his helpers....'

'Voldemort raised his wand again and whirled it through the air. A streak of what looked like molten silver hung shining in the wands wake. Momentarily shapeless, it writhed and then formed itself into a gleaming replica of a human hand, bright as moonlight, which soared down word and fixed itself upon Wormtail bleeding wrist."

"That's a bit creepy." Fred said.

"A bit dear brother, that's down right desterbing." George said.

"At least you didn't have to watch it. Even I felt a bit sorry for Wormtail. I'm actually shocked he didn't bleed out." Harry said, pale.

Kingsley went back to reading. "'Lucius, my slippery friend,' he whispered, halting before him. "I am told that you have not renounced the olf ways, though to the world you present a respectable face. You are still ready to take the lead in sport of Muggle-torture, I believe? Yet you never tried to find me, Lucius....your exploits at the Quidditch World Cup were fun, I daresay... but might not your energies have been better directed towards finding and aiding your master?"

"My Lord, I was constantly on the alert," came Lucius Malfoy voice swiftly from beneath the hood. "Had the r been any sign from you, any whisper of your whereabouts, I would have been at your side immediately, nothing could have prevented me-"