Post by Lord Voldemort on Sept 5, 2018 5:42:10 GMT
The 24th of June had started out as any other day, but by the time Evie Nott had left him, everything had changed. A warm breeze rustled the yellow and orange leaves of the trees outside as Lord Voldemort stood silently, his back to the young Hit Witch. Her reflection in the window’s glass appeared apprehensive, though to her credit, her voice sounded strong as she reported the news. Bellatrix Lestrange was dead. Voldemort’s slender fingers interlocked behind his back, taking in the details as they were known to the Ministry witch and filling in the blanks with his own knowledge of Bella.
“Thank you, Evangeline. If that is all...” His voice was low but there was a dangerous air about it as he dismissed her. He seethed internally but raging at the messenger, least of all one of such value, would do nothing to further his cause. There were others with whom he could release his fury upon. Miss Nott was safe, for now.
***
Plans change. This was something that Lord Voldemort knew very well, and he was able to adapt when problems arose. It was what separated himself from all the other dark wizards who had tried their hand at the same ambitions as Lord Voldemort but who now found themselves locked away in Azkaban or buried six feet under. They had failed. He would not.
***
The echoes slowly faded from the hallways as Sybil Galanis’ screams died. A single, glorious burst of green light had filled the room momentarily but as quickly as it had come, it too faded into nothingness. Lord Voldemort smiled, pleased at the momentum his plans had already achieved. The Minister’s body laid crumpled on the floor, her limbs distorted into unnatural positions. Her final moments had been a blur of regret, sadness, and unbearable anguish, but it was all over now. Lord Voldemort had released her from her earthy duties and in her place he would situate a more malleable Minister for Magic. Aurelius Avery was never more useful than he would be right now.
“Drop her body in the Thames. I want her to wash up on shore right at the Ministry’s feet.” A cruel, thin smile spread across his face as he envisioned the headlines in tomorrow’s Daily Prophet. He would ensure there was a photograph to accompany the article as well. The Minister for Magic’s death would make front page news, followed by the announcement of the interim Minister’s swearing in. The smile widened, undisturbed by the sound of Sybil’s body being dragged from the room, and a low chuckle emanated from his throat.
Within a matter of hours, the entirety of wizarding Britain would be completely under his control.
Mentioned: @sybil , Evangeline Lucille Nott , Aurelius Emeric Avery
