Harry Potter and the Berserker

Equinox

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March 21st, 1995

It was the day of the Spring Equinox. A majority of the winter snow had melted away, the warmer spring season bringing about a change in climate. Yet, there still was a bitter crisp in the Scottish morning air, but nothing that the early tourists visiting the infamous wonder of Stonehenge seemed to mind. Cameras flashed as the people stood in front of the ancient stone monoliths, relishing in the experience of being in one of the wonders of the world.

Tourists. Muggle tourists. They come and they see giant rocks that were mysteriously arranged by ancestors long ago, ignorant of the true magical nature of this place. Those monolithic rocks were the most deeply rooted in magical property than anything else in the world. How those idiots at the Ministry permitted these vermin to parade around this site as if they owned it was beyond Voldemort's comprehension. Actually – no, it wasn't. The Ministry just believed muggles to be completely ignorant. That was true, of course, but that did not give them the right to let a site like this be reverted into some sort of tourist attraction.

Things would be much different once he was in power.

He and his Death Eaters observed the comings and goings of these filthy muggles from a distance. If one of those muggles happened to spot them dressed in their robes, they seemed to dismiss it as a renaissance convention; but they wouldn't for very long.

Bellatrix approached him. "My Lord, is it time now? May we commence with the plan?" she was eager, her tone betrayed that much emotion in her.

"Your drive remains unchanged, Bellatrix," he soothed. "The time is near ripe, the dream I had last night was confirmation enough. Things are moving on the other side right now; we just need to perform this ritual." From the back of the Death Eater crowd, Pettigrew shuddered. "Do as you will, Bellatrix. Kill as many of these muggles as your heart so desires."

A familial, maniacal grin broke out across her face, clearly overjoyed at being given permission. With her wand in hand, Bellatrix ran down to where those muggle tourists were, most laughed at the sight of a grown woman wearing robes and holding what they believed to be a stick. A few took pictures, but their jovial time was ruined when Bellatrix shouted those two words.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A jet of green light shot from her wand, striking a small child in front of the parents. Bellatrix's laugh stood out amongst the screams as she fired off more and more killing curses. Seeing Bellatrix taking all the glory, the rest of the assembled twelve Death Eaters moved out as well. Each cast off in their own killing curse as well, striking more muggles. Pettigrew stayed behind, nervously chewing on his fingers.

"Do you not care for the sight, Wormtail?" Voldemort asked. "You don't have to. The only thing that you have to do is obey." Bellatrix cast one last killing curse, cutting down an old muggle couple. "Come, Wormtail. It won't be long now until Dumbledore arrives. No doubt Severus told him of our plan to be involved here today, but that is hardly of concern. Dumbledore won't be able to stop us." Voldemort stepped over the dead bodies of some muggle children. "I have magic from the angels, after all."

As covered in their previous meeting, his Death Eaters began to draw magical runes along the ancient stone monoliths with their wands. The marks would fade over time, the natural magic of this site would eventually correct itself, but for the time being, this was now a ceremony site.

"It is done, my Lord," Rabastan Lestrange bowed before him.

"Excellent," Voldemort turned his gaze to the rat, Peter Pettigrew. "Did you hear that Wormtail? Your time to contribute is at hand." Voldemort conjured a knife, levitating it over to a trembling Wormtail. "A ritual as this needs a sacrifice, even one as pathetic as you will fill that vacant spot with your blood."