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Hello everyone! I'm sorry for being away so long! School has been murder! I'm going to reboot Voldy soon. But in the mean time you should all come love me on my President Snow sideblog that I'm in the process now of making now!!!!

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Every eye was fixed upon Voldemort, who stood with his head bowed, and his white hands folded over the Elder Wand in front of him. He might have been praying, or else counting silently in his mind, and Harry, standing still on the edge of the scene, thought absurdly of a child counting in a game of hide-and-seek.

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ooc. no, but seriously, i LOVE threads where a character just gets full out TORTURED.

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Harry Potter | First Wizarding War

“Imagine that Voldemort’s powerful now. You don’t know who his supporters are, you don’t know who’s working for him and who isn’t; you know he can control people so that they do terrible things without being able to stop themselves. You’re scared for yourself, and your family, and your friends. Every week, news comes of more deaths, more disappearances, more torturing… The Ministry of Magic’s in disarray, they don’t know what to do, they’re trying to keep everything hidden from the Muggles, but meanwhile, Muggles are dying too. Terror everywhere… panic… confusion… that’s how it used to be.”

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sorry for the lack of activity lately, darlings! School has been ramping up and I'm in a lot of organizations that take up a majority of my time and creative juices. Rest assured, I have everyone drafted and will get to replies just as soon as I can.

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"The prejudice against our House has been high even since I went to school ---- some time ago. Such a terrible thing, isn't it? Of course, I blame a certain demographic of the school most primarily for its sudden turn for the worse, but, as you so elegantly put it, one cannot mention such things in normal conversation without sneers from the passers-by."

He wanted to determine just how much on his side she perhaps was or wasn't if swayed properly.

                “Certainly the most depraved, as well.”

Rosalie didn’t know much  of  each  individual  death eater.  She knew enough of the war to participate.  She  had  taken  out  one of  them  during  the  battle,  before  fighting  along with a certain  Gryffindor  student.   Together,  they,  like  so  many  others,  had  used  their  magic  for t he  defense  of  the  school  & of wizards everywhere. The mention of a shared house has always caught the interest of  the  blonde woman.  Once a  Slytherin,  always a  Slytherin - & they took care of their own.

              “Don’t I know it! As if we all were mindless beasts                that slaughtered at will. It was a shame, really ——                all the good people that died. There were a lot of     ��          casualties…

                      Still, the obvious hatred towards our house is ridiculous!                       Just because we’re the brightest, I think - but goodness,                        can’t say that aloud or someone will think you’re plotting.”

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The battle had been fought.                                     The war had been waged.                                                                  And the Dark Lord had won!

          His VICTORY, however, was one long and strung out. Voldemort was insistent that this time there would be no chance for a resistence to thrive. After none of the young wizards of Hogwarts had joined in his army, save the Malfoy boy, Voldemort and his loyal followers had systematically been hunting down the various members of the order and the so-called ' Dumbledore's Army .'

           One by one, they were being found -- smoked out of their scattered hiding places -- and brought before the King's court for judgement. Often TESTED brutally first for information, and then met with a swift dead.

          Now, The Dark Lord had been summoned for a very particular boy being found. The closest known friend to The Boy Who HAD Lived. Voldemort wanted to take special care of this one.

                               ------ H   I   M   S   E   L   F .

          "Now then," says the black king as he enters the chamber where the young rebel was being held, "Welcome, young man. I must admit I was... IMPRESSED by your abilities to avoid capture for so long. But, no matter now. As you see, all your struggle was for  n o t h i n g.  So, will you submit for a quick death, or will you choose again the unwise choice?"

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psa.

My Voldemort muse DOES NOT include Tom Riddle.  The only versions of Voldemort i am capable of with my current muse are those listed on my about page. 

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ooc. Managed to queue one starter and one reply. I have to go for now but hopefully I can get to a few more, later.

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ooc.                         g u e s s   w h o ! 

Starters Owed: 1 Replies Drafted: 5 Queued: 0

plot messages answered. going to queue starters and replies now. come message me if you want to interact!

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          He forced a laugh as she got up and left, not used to rejection or scorn. And particularly not used to disrespect. Not from any of her kind. He made note, shaking his head as he looked into his drink, that when he did get his hands firmly on her, she would suffer consequences.

"Well then - have a lovely day," said he as she had to cross him to leave. He made a deliberate effort to force her to walk  A R O U N D  him. He would certainly not be ignored.

After years of paranoia and honing of skill, the Dark Lord knew when he was being watched. From through the glass beyond the storefront he felt cutting eyes, he took up the glass, bottomed it, and in one fluid motion stood, placed it down, and swiveled the proper 170 degrees to lock eyes with the girl. Just a moment. Just a cocky smile enough that she knew that she was playing his game - not the other way around.

                                                     [ Let her call for her support.                                                       He'd done nothing illegal, unless offering                                               to buy a  M U D B L O O D  a mixture finer than the                                              one that ran in their veins was considered an offense.                                               But for as much as it should be, he knew it was not.                                                    And so he placed the hat on his head, tipped it,                                                            and was off through the backdoor -                                                                 out of the war heroine's sight. ]

          Hermione rolled her eyes. The young witch scoffed at his selected definition of the word drink. She knew he was referring to the consumption of any alcoholic drink Muggle or Wizard made. Butterbeer wasn’t very strong for wizards but she preferred to drink that with friends and on special occasions. Firewhiskey and drinks like it were however on the list of things not to drink. Any high percentage of alcohol and she was done for.               “Your attempt at being hospitable fails miserably.”       The witch got up and paid for her now half eaten food. She had to get out of there. There were innocent lives on the line and she wished not to start a battle here. Her heart was racing and a cold sweat started to break over her. Quickly thumbing the fake Galleon in her left pocket she took out her wand as soon as she got out of the pub.                  “Let’s see what you really do.” she muttered her eyes on the pub.             Back up was on its way. Or at least she hoped it would be. The scar on her right arm, M U D B LO O D seemed to almost prickle and burn in remembered pain. Almost like Harry’s scar had once done.

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               “My Lord." 

      She nodded carefully and quickly stepped aside to allow the Dark Lord to pass her into the manor. Her voice quivered ever so slightly as she quickly glanced around the room, searching for an escape.

        "We have been well since your triumph against the boy. What else would you expect for a future ruled by the greatest wizard to ever live.” 

"Charming as ever, Narcissa," he replied, unimpressed, but still responsive to the stroking of his ego. But he had come here for other matters.

"So there've been no TROUBLES within the family? The boy? And what of your ever disappointing husband? Has he been WELL? Surely you are aware of his lack of attendence at my most recent gathering?"

There was a subtle but notable accusation in his voice.

[ What excuse will you make for him this time? What one have ou yet to make use of? Oh do be entertaining, at least, if you cannot be true. ]

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"To be honest, I wasn't really staring at your forehead." He chuckled. Another lie.

[ But by that point, he had the boy's face memorized. His very being was a presence the Dark Lord knew. He was only pleased with himself that the position was not likewise. That his new body was one wiped clean of any stench of the lowly form he had once been. How many times could one be washed away before what came back came back  F R E S H ? ]

"You don't say? Is it really that bad?" It was difficult to keep the sympathy in his voice, but the master managed. "You would think they'd be... bored at this point. On to more current news of the war's aftermath. Perhaps getting away for a time wouldn't be so bad, really."

"What gave me away - the scar? Or just how often my picture’s been in the prophet?” he asked wryly. Seriously, one would that think almost an entire year later they would find someone or something new to talk about, Harry was getting sick of seeing his own face, not that he had ever liked it much to begin with, but this was just ridiculous.

"Don’t worry about it, as long as you don’t start screaming it at the top of your lungs, if I have to do one more interview for the Daily Prophet, I might just leave and go live in some remote mountain, jeez.” He returned the shy smile with a playful one of his own, trying his hardest to push the uneasy feelings away; he was certain he was just becoming paranoid - perhaps he was becoming like Mad-Eye, he hoped not.

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"Correct me if I'm wrong, but haven't I seen your face in the paper, Miss?" asked the relatively unassuming-looking man. He had an almost serpent-like quality to him. SLICK. But charming. He smiled warmly at her, though it almost pained his jaw to do so. Oh but if anyone could lie through fangs, it was he.