The Goblet of Fire - Harry Potter Male Reader Insert

31: Voldemort's Evil Monologue

"Nephew?" Y/N spat, repeating after Voldemort. "Don't make me laugh, Voldy."

The mass of Death Eaters hissed and gargled at the boy who dared to mock their master.

Voldemort's smile vanished, replaced with an ugly, piercing stare. "Be very careful with how you speak to me, boy."

He lifted his wand away from the writhing Death Eater on the floor. He lay flat upon the ground, gasping.

"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, Wormtail. 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 wand's wake. Momentarily shapeless, it writhed and then formed itself into a gleaming replica of a human hand, bright as moonlight, which soared downward and fixed itself upon Wormtail's bleeding wrist.

Wormtail's sobbing stopped abruptly. His breathing harsh and ragged, he raised his head and stared in disbelief at the silver hand, now attached seamlessly to his arm, as though he were wearing a dazzling glove. He flexed the shining fingers, then, trembling, picked up a small twig on the ground and crushed it into powder.

"My Lord," he whispered. "Master...it is beautiful...thank you...thank you...."

He scrambled forward on his knees and kissed the hem of Voldemort's robes.

"May your loyalty never waver again, Wormtail," said Voldemort.

"No, my Lord...never, my Lord..."

Wormtail stood up and took his place in the circle, staring at his powerful new hand, his face still shining with tears. Voldemort now once again turned to Y/N, who had been standing completely still, watching all this unfold as though he were sitting in front of the morning telly.

"Back to you then, nephew," he said silkily. "Does it not move you that I stand once more? Are you not wrought with questions on how I have returned? How I am alive, to stand in front of you today?"

"The Rudimentary Body Potion." said Y/N, stony-faced. "You've been consuming a Rudimentary Body Potion whilst in your spectral form to sustain a somewhat corporeal body. And now you stand at full growth before me due to an ancient piece of dark magic, known as the Regeneration Potion, used by many past Dark Wizards to recover their full body once in Rudimentary Body form."

Voldemort hissed. "Sharp boy."

Y/N sneered. "What? Disappointed you couldn't give me whole evil monologue explaining your dramatic return?"

"Crucio!"

Y/N immediately writhed and fell to the floor, screaming through the pain that shot through his system. Harry, tears streaking down his face, looked away as his friend shrieked in agony.

"Do not mock me, Y/N."

The pain subsided, and Y/N rolled onto his hands and knees, gasping for breath.