In Nobis

Missing chapter (this is supposed to be chapter 6)

Voldemort gave Lupin and Black an international portkey to Paris. He instructed them to fetch the furnishings for Hara's chambers. Price wouldn't be an issue, both The Dark Lord, and Lord Black had enough wealth between them to buy a small country, maybe multiple. He thought it best to send them abroad. It's best for them not to be seen any child related items since Hara was still missing in the eyes of the ministry and that old fool Dumbledore...

He could have completely ruined Dumbledore during that trial. But he didn't want Dumbledore being the nosy old codger he is and attempting to dig into the history of "Lord Zadok Gregorovich." Yes he has covered his bases and had that old wandmaker confunded into believing that he indeed has a grandson that had gone abroad, but that's where his history ran dry. So he went with knowledge that was whispered about from time to time within certain circles, but never was it ever brought up in a public venue, much less in front of Dumbledore. He hoped that the Wizengamot would unknowingly do his bidding and start dragging out Dumbledore's dark past. It would be much more believable and more widely accepted if people within the Wizengamot brought certain unsavory points in Dumbledore's history rather than a foreign barrister. He was going through all of this in his masterful mind all the while a little Hara pawed at smoke shaped like a basilisk, Cerberus, chimera, and a manticore floating in circles above her head.

He sent for the Malfoys to come for Hara, but before they arrived Voldemort pried her new little snake pet from her fingers. He did not want the Malfoys aware of the depths their connection ran just yet. And her speaking Parseltongue would certainly raise questions he didn't want floating around in their mind.

Little Hara was distraught. She had already loved the little thing, but her mood quickly took a one-eighty when the Malfoys arrived with Draco. She immediately perked up and was determined to escape Voldemort's grasp and get over to the little boy with silver blonde hair.

Narcissa bent down to quickly retrieve her and bring her closer to her son in hopes to lessen the squeals and babbling now coming from two excited toddlers.

Lucius Malfoy gave a hesitant look up towards his hooded Lord. "My Lord, if I may speak freely..."

"You may... but keep in mind that I will cut out your tongue if I find that it's uncanny ability to annoy me exceeds its usefulness to my cause..."

"I was just-" Lucius cleared his throat, trying to gather his nerves. "Well we've notice my Lord that you've kept your hood up for the last few days... we were wondering if there was any assistance you might need... I know in the past that after certain dark rituals you required elixirs and potions to heal quicker my Lord..." he managed to choke out. Cursing himself for his insatiable curiosity. Why did I feel it pertinent to question my Lord about this again? He inwardly groaned.

"Lucius... I didn't know you enjoyed seeing my face so much. I'm flattered really." He chuckled darkly. "If I needed assistance I would of course send for it. Though your concern for my well being is... touching..." the Dark Lord mocked.

"But... now that we are on the subject. Call a meeting of the inner circle. Perhaps a dinner for later on this evening. There are a few changes that need to be established, plans to be enacted, and a few things that need to be revealed. Make it known that all information given will stay within the inner circle. Failure to do so will result in death of the dunce that talks and all who lend an ear. Am I understood?"

"Yes my Lord..." Lucius knew by his tone that he was dismissed so he, his wife, and the two toddlers took their leave through the floo network.

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He would not play babysitter while her godfathers were away. Despite his peculiar tolerance for the child, and the pleasant and calming hum that passed between them when he held her... Yet another side effect of this bloody shared horcrux predicament he found himself in. He was still the Dark Lord. He still has all of magical Britain to conquer. Followed by Magical Europe, spreading his reach further and further until he would finally be able to turn the tide in this wretched world. The magical would inherit the earth and muggles would be no more.