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The crumpled paper in Voldemort’s hands barely hit the rage that boiled up inside him. For all his planning, for all the help he received, that damnable woman still lived and even foiled his plan to control the Ministry. Devon and Veronica assured him that they would be the ones to finally kill Morgana. An act that their order has been trying to accomplish for centuries.
It should have worked. For all their planning, there seemed to be no way that Morgana should have lived that encounter. Yet she lives while Veronica and Devon seem to have disappeared. It obviously meant their death, but for everything they have told him, they should have killed the woman.
Voldemort’s eyes barely surveyed the rest of the room above the paper in his grasp. His Knights were quiet, knowing full well that any attempt at discussion could ignite the fury inside him. Some ate their meager food, others were writing out plans. Some were nursing wounds from the recent encounter with Morgana and whatever enemies were waiting at the wedding.
His people scouted and investigated the event. Based on that, it should have been a clear win. Grab the boy and kill Morgana. Yet even that simple order failed. Most of his forces were injured and some didn’t make it back. Bellatrix only had a few scrapes but was relatively unharmed. Fenrir had severe gashes on his body, supposedly from Morgana herself. But being a beast, he would recover quickly. What they told him shocked him, even though he kept it in.
There were Veela there. An entire flock to be exact. How such an important detail escaped those who researched the wedding, was beyond him. It was an open secret that the bride was a Veela! They should have known that there would be more! If the idiots who were did that research still lived, he would have tortured them until they were a puddle of flesh.
He calmed himself as he logically soothed his rage. His followers didn’t know how dangerous Veela were. Before Devon and Veronica informed him more about the feathered fiends, he knew from his travels that one never wanders into killing a Veela. They require unique planning to take down. As was evident from the disaster of that attack. The Veela transformed and easily overwhelmed the forces from the air.
He truly didn’t know that they could fly. The cultist seemed ill prepared for them, aiming to kill Morgana. They were ready to overwhelm her with numbers, but the Veela rectified that quickly. His eyes glanced higher to the several cultists that outlined the edge of the room. Ever silent as they stood amongst themselves.
Veronica and Devon had mentioned how much work it took to be able to reach the isles themselves. It’s what led to the plan to infiltrate Hogwarts and kill Dumbledore. Not that removing one of the largest thorns in his side for all his life was a downside. Since Morgana had seemed to plan to stay out of the war, he needed to remove Dumbledore in order to reach the boy. The fact that the perfect weapon against Morgana seemed to land into his lap, was all the more better.
There was no doubt that the woman was powerful. Her vast knowledge, both old and new, made her a very dangerous enemy. Even with Veronica and Devon planning to kill her, he did his best to stay out of her way. Luckily it seemed that she decided to stay in Hogwarts. It was a small fear that she would slowly ally with those who were sure threats to his power after his battle at the Bones Manor.
He still wished to know what happened at the scene where she should have died. Her parents were a guaranteed way to pull her away from Hogwarts and allowed his forces to enter Hogwarts to kill the nuisance headmaster. Because if she had been present at the school during the attack..
He had a feeling that she knew it was coming. The casualties and imprisoned ones attest to that. Her little group seemed to have been ready and were not holding back as he thought they would. From all accounts, they were holding his forces back. It wasn’t enough as it allowed Bellatrix, Draco, and Severus to stealth by and kill the headmaster. But it was enough to disrupt the initial plan.
The thought of both Draco and Severus almost made the fury in him explode. To find out that Severus has been wanting to find out in such a way, bothered him to no end. It was not long after torturing him about his failing for the infiltration that he felt the pull of his mark being erased from the man. It led him to interrogate Draco and Narcissa.
To see Morgana from Draco’s point of view left bile in his mouth. For all intensive purposes, she seemed normal. Not the incredibly powerful witch that he faced on two occasions. She helped her classmates, spent time with her friends, learned far too much about her relationship. It hardly seemed like the conniving woman who he thought she was. He would have expected her to have full control of the castle for all she knew of it.
He wished that he could have seen more, but it seemed that young Draco stayed as far away as possible to Morgana. He had hoped to find out how she knew about the plan. He wasn’t sure if she was a Legilimens or not. If she was, she might have found out from Draco directly. The boy had poor shields and should have taken Severus’s teachings more seriously. It could be possible that she found out from the castle. From his memories, she knew certain things about the castle that no one else knew. By the accounts of his followers, the armored suits were quite devastating and did not hold back. That they acted like humans were in them.
Luckily the entire plan wasn’t botched. He had two of the three Deathly Hallows. Their power was tremendous, he just needed a way to utilize them. Bellatrix remains the most loyal of his followers and followed his orders to the dot. He just wished she wasn’t as mopy as she has been since her nephew and sister betrayed our cause.
Another topic that irked him. How those two escaped was one thing, but Draco became free from the mark. The fact that Morgana was able to easily remove those marks bothered him greatly. He spent countless months creating that enchantment. The fact that she was able to remove it on a whim..
He didn’t know why she freed Draco and Severus from his grasp. He had an idea from Draco’s memories. She seemed to be fond of Severus. He seemed to hold her higher than the rest of the class, even before she mysteriously got her memories back. Out of everyone, he had more respect for her than his own godchild. Draco was quite jealous if he was processing the emotion correctly.
The more he found out about Morgana, the more infuriating he became at the thought of her. From all accounts, she was nothing but a girl. Veronica and Devon were very silent about her past. He wasn’t sure if it was because they didn’t want to tell him, or couldn’t. Not like he could peer into their minds. They had the same shielding as Morgana, impenetrable. But the information that he did learn from them, they left him in confusion. Not that he would admit it.
All of this brought back to the paper in his grasp. The single thing that infuriated him the most about the woman.
Monarchy Has Come to Magical Britain
His carefully made plan to take over the Ministry was swept away by a single gesture made by Morgana. Making the plans to kill the Minister and having the new one firmly under his control. Allowing him to make new laws through the proxy. Eventually he would sweep in and take control himself. At that point, there wouldn’t be a fight as anyone who dared to oppose him would have been dealt with.
Instead it turns out the building the Ministry was in was her bloody castle! With a throne, crown and apparently the famed sword of legends. Sitting quite safe in the bowels of the building. During what should have been the day he gained control, she comes in and takes it like it was hers. Though, to be fair to her, it was.
As much as he wished that her very existence was a mere coincidence and her history was purely fabricated, he knew everything about her was true. He doubted she actually lied to anyone, letting the mere idea of a time so long ago allow others to question her words. He would never admit it, but he once believed some of the words she said were false.
It would mean that the Ministry would be his and he wouldn’t have the war escalated. There was no doubt that she would be after him now. Not after Veronica and Devon directly targeting her. Not with the attack at the wedding or Hogwarts. He was not blind to know that the woman had a streak of vengeance that most likely surpassed his own.
How he wished Veronica and Devon informed him more about Morgana. The only major key information about her was her weakness to death magic. It was odd that she was weak to death magic. He assumed that she used a horcrux just like he did. But that would mean she had more of an affinity for death magic, not a weakness. Meaning her means of immortality were not through that means. While he had the knowledge and power for some death based spells, compared to Veronica and Devon he felt inadequate. If he was going to fight against her, he needed to know more.
“How is that bitch not scarred,” the rough voice of Fenrir finally broke the silence of the room. The others looked towards him as if expecting him to silence him. When none came, he continued, “I got her good at Hogwarts. There’s no way-”
“Do you really believe that the person known as Morgana bloody Pendragon , would not know a way to heal a teensy weensy wound from a werewolf? Are you that daft, you bloody dog?” the irritated and whimsical voice of Bellatrix said from the other side of the table.
Fenrir growled at her. “You bitch! Your method didn’t work either!”
Bellatrix got up from her chair and slammed both hands onto the table. Rattling the dishes and glasses as she sneered at the wolf. “She would have died if it wasn’t for tha-”
Voldemort tossed the crumpled up paper onto the table, landing perfectly in front of Bellatrix and Fenrir. Both of their eyes landed on it and he could see their eyes try to read the paper from the angle they were at. Lucius seemed to shrink more into himself when the paper went by. Actually, all of those who were there that day seemed to do the same.
For all their supposed political prowess, Morgana demolished them. Besides a claim that was uncounterable, she knew what to say to keep everyone on the back foot. At least what they supposedly said. Apparently she threw their own ideology back in their face.
It bothered Voldemort that she used his ancestor as a means for political advantage. Ever since she mentioned it to him, it had been on his mind. She knew Salazar and knew him well. As much as he wanted to find out more from her, he doubted she would give him the time of day.
The biggest problem about her taking control of what was essentially Magical Britain was that her platform and ideas could easily sway many of Voldemort’s followers. That much he knew from Draco’s memories. She was bringing the old rites back and completely unashamed at doing so before becoming queen.
Everyone knew she used dark magic, even if it wasn’t death magic. She was able to wield light magic just as good, if not better, than the now dead champion of light. She was both supportive of magical society and the muggle world.
She was the perfect champion for the Grays. A group that Voldemort has had a hard time trying to worm himself into, even before her appearance. Afterwards though, it was impossible. The Greengrass Matriarch knew how to control her block and spread the information like a wildfire. The fact that Morgana was so close to the Greengrass’s, because of the heiress no less, made it easier.
Voldemort would have to ensure his people’s loyalty wouldn’t be questioned. He knew that she could easily persuade his people from betraying him.
Voldemort had a feeling that even if she didn’t have what was essentially a super majority in the Wizengamot, she would still push her agenda through. That she wouldn’t care about those who disagreed with her. While all that posturing about wanting to hear about others' opinions and unity seemed like a facade to his followers, he knew better. She meant every word of it. Even though that was the case, she would still have the power to push anything she liked through and ignore those she didn’t.
Overall, Voldemort was extremely pissed at the situation he was in now. A woman who seemingly came out of nowhere became the biggest thorn in his side. More so than Dumbledore, and that was saying something. He had a feeling that would be the case when he first met her. Hoping that offering her to join his cause would alleviate that. Instead, he had to acquire help from cultists. Who’s master has yet to appear, even though those who remain assured him that he was coming.
It was at that moment that the sounds of the grand doors to the dining room opened. More cultists poured from the entrance and swept to the edges of the room. Those that entered immediately kneeled, causing those that were previously in the room to kneel. The sound of wood, possibly a cane, tapping against the ground echoed through the mansion. A figure became visible to Voldemort’s eyes. A large cowl covered the head and the cloak covered the rest of the body. Similar to the rest of the cultists, but he could tell that this individual was different. The cloak was possibly the most ornate out of all the cultists he has seen. Even surpassing Devon and Veronica.
Next to this figure were a group of four figures who had similar clothes as Veronica and Devon. The runes that were etched upon their cloak and the visible skin showed the difference between them and the others along the room.
“You would be surprised that there are actually only very few ways to fully heal a werewolf wound, let alone prevent oneself from becoming one. I can assure you that Morgana did not employ any of those,” the voice, man, said. Voldemort listened intently to the accent. It was strikingly familiar. It only took a moment to realize where the similarity was from. Morgana herself. Both this man and her have an accent that seemed to indicate an older dialect. It was very subtle, one he doubted anyone would ever realize. But with his travels, he gained a penchant for accents, allowing him to pick it up.
Voldemort’s followers all turned towards the figures walking towards them. When they passed the threshold and were far enough in, the door closed behind them. As usual, he was unable to determine the gender of many of the cultists. Their shaved heads and generic clothes made it harder. It also didn’t help that they didn’t talk often.
The man spoke again, “it’s about time you and I met, Lord Voldemort.” The jinx he created fired off and went directly to him. Informing him of his location. Only so few people ever bother with that name, and those people were unafraid of him.
Voldemort stood from his seat and had a sweeping invitation. “Tobias, I presume?”
The mouth of the figure was the only thing Voldemort could see at the moment, but seeing the smile informed him that he was correct. “That is correct.” He moved his hands up towards the cowl. Voldemort noted the rather grotesque hands, scar lines run along them, along with the tattoos that matched his followers. When the hood was pulled back, he was quite surprised.
The face of a young man was revealed. While the scar lines and tattoos ran around the edges of his face and spiraled around the rest of his head. The difference in skin color between the scar line was telling. He had a mostly full head of black hair, but its neatness was lacking. It was rather scraggly which if Voldemort was to guess, had something to do with whatever rituals he went through to retain long life. If the sense of death he was feeling, it was another method to have a body for the horcrux. His eyes, a deep forest green, showed the years. If his assumption was correct, this man has been around for a very long time.
Tobias turned towards Fenrir and continued the original conversation, “let’s put that puppy brain to the test.” Fenrir growled at him. The children seemed to react with their own retorts but Tobias quickly putting up a hand ceased their noises. “What would be the one thing that would immediately prevent someone from becoming a werewolf?” Tobias stared down at Fenrir.
Many of his own Knights thought of it for a moment and he was not surprised that Bellatrix was the first to realize it. If he hadn’t picked up some hints from Veronica and Devon, he would not have figured it out till now as well. As more of his people figured out what Tobias meant, Fenrir only seemed to growl even further. It seemed entirely instinctual and not directed at the man.
“That’s how I thought you would react. To answer for anyone who didn’t figure it out. She’s not human.”
“How?” Augustus Rookwood asked. “She looks very much like a human. Even comparing her to other more human looking creatures, she doesn’t give any clues to indicate that.”
“Astute perception,” Tobias remarked. He started to slowly walk back and forth. His cane clacking against the floor. The four behind him were ever still as they watched. “One that would question the truth of my words. There are many layers that ensure her identity is protected. But one of the simplest ones was that she was turned. I believe the only one to be turned.”
“What is she?” Asked Lucius. Voldemort noticed that he still appeared fearful, but let it slide.
Tobias stopped and turned towards Lucius. “A creature that you would not believe me if I told you. In fact, the only way you could believe is of these two ways. By seeing her true self..” He trailed off, letting that sink in before continuing. “Or undergoing a ritual all my children go through. It will give you a.. unique perspective on one of the biggest kept secrets of the world.”
He allowed the offer to hang in the air. In truth, Voldemort himself was quite intrigued to undergo this ritual. It would explain so many reasons why he was confused by the remarks made by Veronica and Devon. Now that Morgana was his enemy, it would be best to know all that he could about her. But he knew full well the dangers of a supposedly unknown ritual that did the impossible. While he has seen the effect among the cultists, he doubted that there wouldn’t be a negative side effect to it. He just wasn’t sure if it would affect him.
Tobias turned towards Voldemort. “The fact that I didn’t receive a message from Veronica or Devon and the bitch still lives, means the plan went quite sideways. If it wasn’t for that meddlesome Headmaster, I would have tried to get more of my children to help. For that I apologize for the failure on their part. The plan was foolproof and even accounted for her oldest friend who’s still around.”
Voldemort stood there for some time contemplating what Tobias said. The fact that this man was taking the brunt of their failure was admirable. He was able to tell that Tobias cared about his children. Odd that he knew none of them were blood related whatsoever. But that’s cults for you. He knew that all too well. “While I trusted them to enact their promise to kill her, I was still left in the dark about their plan. Care to explain?”
Tobias pondered the question for a moment before answering. “Veronica and Devon were among my elite. Like those behind me.” He turned to face the five behind him. A wave of his hand, he continued, “they are the ones who have been given the privilege to the ancient secrets of a coven long forgotten. Secrets that make them the best at hunting her. My guess is that I might have finally cracked the code of what killed Merlin.”
“And what would that be?” Merlin’s accomplishments were both somewhat known and mired in mystery. Knowing that Morgana was not the dark witch that history has portrayed her, meant she was close to the man.
“Merlin was well known for mastery of time magic,” Tobias said, starting his explanation. “After the death of Arthur and Morgana, he became more fanatical with that magic. When his death swept through the magical community, I investigated it.” This caused a round of murmurs among Voldemort’s followers. “The room he was in was dense in his time magic. My guess is that he meddled so much that he made a portal that went so far into the future that the backlash was what killed him. I believe he saved Morgana from her permanent death.”
His deduction ability reminded Voldemort far too much of Morgana. From Draco’s memories, she was able to accomplish the answer in a very similar method. How did this man know so much about Morgana, yet also had so many similarities to her?
“Merlin was never one for subtly. If the reports about a massive beam that appeared that night in London was any evidence, Merlin turned the tide of that battle. A variable that not even Veronica and Devon would have included into their planning.”
Voldemort allowed the silence to continue for a moment before saying with a sickening smile, “then I see no reason for you to apologize. How could one account for a possibility like that? Luckily it seems like that would not be the case anymore.” His eyes darted towards the paper that was laying on the table.
Tobias’s eyes glanced over to it as well. “Yes. Her having Avalon back will be quite troublesome. That castle gives her access to far more than you could even imagine. But that does not mean we could not be one step ahead of her.” He moved closer towards the table, opting to go to one of the sides. He picked up the paper over Corban Yaxley’s shoulder. His darted over the paper for a moment before he threw the paper back onto the table.
“I’m assuming that trying to slow down her agenda would do absolutely nothing,” Voldemort said, causing the members of his Knights who were on the Wizengamot to do a double take.
Tobias gave a big smile. “You are very much correct. The fact that Magical Britain has used Avalon as their center of government for several centuries was no coincidence. The laws that passed through Avalon, even when dormant, had lasting effects. Having the queen back means that no matter what she passes, becomes true. Her word is final. All because of those fucking promises her people make.” His smile turned into a snarl as he finished.
The children all bowed their heads besides the elite. The elite wore similar snarls on their faces. Like an inside secret that Voldemort and his followers had no concept of knowing. Bellatrix was the one who spoke next. “What’s the big deal about promises?” Her curiosity was true and resonated through the rest of his followers.
Tobias cooled his anger and stood straight, leaning heavily against the cane. “Promises are important. We understand that at a simple conceptual level. But for people like her? Promises are dangerous. I know she has made and completed one recently. We cannot allow her to make another.” He turned towards Bellatrix. “You have already seen the ramifications of that promise.”
Bellatrix, along with himself and the others, were puzzled. The Children on the outside were giving low hisses, which Tobias silenced again at a wave of a hand. Since Bellatrix was silent, he added, “since my children informed me of what happened, I happen to know what it was. What stopped the Avada Kedavra spell?”
Those who were part of that attack had their eyes widened. Voldemort only knew of a tome had appeared and stopped the spell. Then there was an explosion that ended up killing one of the Children and a few of his own followers. Bellatrix and Fenrir have neglected to give any further information about the event.
Bellatrix decided now to give the room some enlightenment. “The grimoire. I had assumed it was Morgana’s. But I saw it near her the entire time. This was another one.”
“Correct!” Tobias boomed, causing those closest to him to wince. “That new grimoire was made through a promise. An Archfey’s Promise .”
Voldemort and his people were confused at his words. Archfey must mean Fey, but they were a myth. They didn’t exist, merely a fairy tale. But Voldemort knew well enough that Tobias wouldn’t have said it with such conviction if it wasn’t true. Would it be them that caused this weird confusion that surrounds Morgana. Is she one of them?
A part of his mind kept steering him away from the possibility. He had to force all his willpower to keep on track of her being this.. Archfey. But it seemed the harder he tried, the harder it tried to direct his mind away from it.
Noticing the struggle on Voldemort’s face, Tobias spoke. “You are trying to wrap your mind around it, aren’t you?”
Voldemort glared at Tobias for somehow picking up what was going on in his mind. This made Tobias laugh, an unnerving laugh that caused many but the Children to feel uncomfortable. Voldemort shook the thoughts of trying to wrap his mind around Morgana’s.. non humanness and asked, “I assume this.. blockade is due to what you called an Archfey’s Promise?”
Tobias recovered himself from laughing and nodded his head. “That it is. Rather troublesome isn’t it? Now you see what we humans are up against. Beings who have the power to make even the most powerful and willful mind not be able to comprehend their existence. This is no mere war over blood purity. This is a fight for humanity itself. That is why I am here in person. More of my Children will arrive with time, but you and I have much to plan if we have to fight against an Archfey . Especially one as powerful as Morgana.”
The advent of more of his Children sent a small annoyance through Voldemort. While he didn’t dislike having more people for this cause, they were rather.. odd. While he had his fair share of cultism among his ranks, the Children took it to a new level. They were supremely fanatical to their master. But he knew very well that if he continued on without more support, Morgana would easily defeat him. Even from the words of his people, she had quite the tactical prowess, let alone other aspects that make her extremely dangerous. “I agree,” he finally responded to Tobias. “Shall we convene in a more.. private location?”
Tobias looked around the room, as if it was sort of an insult to speak in public among their followers. But his face never betrayed that sort of thought. Instead he nodded and said, “after you then.”
Voldemort was quick to walk across the room and open the big doors. The elite Children moved out of the way rather robotically, but if they were anything like Veronica and Devon, it was anything but that. The sound of heavy footsteps and a cane told him that Tobias was right behind him. It was a power play to turn his back to Tobias, but if any of what Tobias mentioned is remotely true, this was a war far greater than he anticipated. They needed to unify to face this threat.
They walked in silence among the hallways of the Malfoy manor. Several Children and Death Eaters dotted the open rooms and hallways. Some chatting among each other, others standing at the ready. They finally made it to a rather ornate door which led to Voldemort’s new accommodations. Opening the door, he allowed Tobias to enter before him.
“Thank you,” Tobias said courteously. Voldemort closed the door behind him.
They stood in silence before Tobias spoke. “An Homunculus. A rather crude method, but I assume you couldn’t get your original body?”
The odd compassion from the other Dark Leader stunned him, but he retained his mask and responded, “correct. The Boy-Who-Lived somehow ruined my body when I went after him because of a prophecy. One that I have tried to get to ensure the words that were spoken to me were true.”
“If Morgana had any involvement, don’t be surprised if it was destroyed. She detested meddling in the affairs of Fate. Too bad considering her own prophecy led to her and Arthur’s death.”
Another tidbit that showed that Tobias knew Morgana far too well than anyone would expect. Something about Tobias was bothering him. This man knew far too much about the past, about her capabilities, about who she was. He would like to ask, but he would see if he could pry more information before that. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to read the man’s mind. He had to have undergone the same rituals as his Children.
Tobias’s head turned towards the side. If it wasn’t for the very specific times in that direction, Voldemort would have thought he was just surveying the room. But he knew they landed on the new relics in his possession. “You have two of the three Deathly Hallows,” it wasn’t said as a question, but a matter of fact. If Tobias was like him, then he would feel them quite well.
“That I do. Acquired recently from the infiltration into Hogwarts, with the death of the meddlesome Headmaster.”
“Ah, Albus Dumbledore. That man did not even realize just how much trouble he caused for my Children. It was because of him that Morgana is where she currently is. Otherwise no one would have ever known about her in the first place.”
Rather vague, but his own experiences with Albus told him that it was entirely true. “How so?”
Tobias turned his head to him and said, “his many positions and the laws he passed made it quite hard to smuggle some of my Children into the country. It wasn’t until recently with your own smear campaign and his loss of certain powers allowed me to send a trickle.” His head turned back to the Deathly Hallows. “I never would have thought they would all be in close proximity to each other. After all these centuries, to have all three of them on one continent provides us with a powerful weapon against Morgana.”
Again, another comment that spoke of experience rather than knowledge. “In what way? I know they were powerful, but I never would have expected them to be that powerful.”
Tobias turned his head with a big grin on his face. “You have no idea about the origins of the hallows. I happen to know a ritual that could give you immense power, far more than what is needed to kill Morgana. All we need is the third one.”
“Is that so? It just so happens I know who has the last one.”
“Not Morgana, that’s for sure. She wouldn’t be able to be near them, let alone hold them.”
Voldemort shook his head. “No, her best friend. The Boy-Who-Lived. Who is not only protected by Morgana, but will be back to Hogwarts for his last year. I had plans to have my people control Hogwarts in some way in order to get to him and the cloak, but that was foiled by Morgana.”
Tobias scoffed. “Of course it was. She knows how to influence people and make changes in such a way.. I doubt she even realized the full ramifications of them.”
It was at this point that Voldemort had to find out more about Tobias. How did he know so much about her? “You seemed to know quite a bit about Morgana. How is that the case?”
Tobias was silent for a brief moment before he let out a massive guffaw. “I should hope so! I was her apprentice!”
Her apprentice. That was quite telling. If Morgana trained him in the magical arts, he had to be around her quite often. It explains why he knew so much about Merlin and Arthur. How he knew about things that were centuries old and not even he could find evidence about their existence. “Interesting. I never would have expected her apprentice to be her executioner.”
His laughter died down and a frown appeared on his face. “That never would have been the case, until I found out about her involvement in the downfall of my family. I could not allow that to slide by. That’s why I have been hunting her for centuries. Why I have created the Children. Finding like minds about magical creatures in the Americas.”
That explains much about his reasons and methods. Why he would go to such lengths to hunt a single woman. If she had anything to do with the downfall of the Slytherin’s, he would act very similarly. Though Voldemort didn’t know the extent of her involvement, he didn’t need to. What he was told was enough to satisfy his curiosity.
After the minutes went by in silence, Voldemort finally said, “what would be the best way to go forward. I had been contemplating multiple ways, but considering how much you know about her, your council is quite important.”
Tobias thought about the question for some time. His grotesque hand coming up to his chin and scratching it. “You recently broke into Azkaban, correct? Releasing just about everyone, right?”
Voldemort nodded. He needed more followers after the death and imprisonment of many. The Dementors seemed to allow them to do so, only snacking on a few poor souls who were not fast enough. They didn’t even bother to leave the place. Staying put in the black prison. It was fine for him, Dementors were a fickle bunch, often wanting to feed from his own people, but they left him alone.
“Then a large contingency of bloodsuckers were released. Those who might want to have their vengeance against the clan that had them imprisoned. I say we.. push them into the right direction. Worse case scenario, there are less bloodsuckers in the world and our forces remain whole. In fact, it might be smart to plan something similar to all of her allies. Allies I just so happen to know.” The sinister smile that appeared on Tobias’s face made Voldemort reciprocate in kind.
This was going to be a wonderful friendship.