The whole manor of Little Hangleton was dark, except for a tiny flicker of light coming from the upstairs drawing room. Not that it mattered-the whole house was unplotable, if any one even looks at it, all they will see is a run down old house, even if people enters it, they will find all the rooms empty even if the Death Eaters were having a rowdy party.
Right now about twenty wizards were sitting in front of the fireplace. All of them were sporting severe injuries; some of them were burnt badly, some of them had broken arms or legs or both and all of them were exhausted. All the Death Eaters that Voldemort had sent to capture the slave seemed to have come back alive.
‘Well, where is it?’ He asked impatiently, sitting in front of them all in an armchair. Standing on either side of him were Wormtail and Bellatrix
‘We did it my lord!’ gasped Lucius Malfoy.
‘Well, where is it then?’ Voldemort asked again, this time dangerously softly.
‘We captured it in this.’ Antonin Dolohov piped up scuttling forward and presenting Voldemort with a small wooden box. The Dark Lord’s lips curled. He took the box from his henchman, and with slightly shaking hands threw back the lid.
Instantly a swirl of red blast issued from the box. It spun round and round before taking its true form-a seven-foot monster with gruesome scaly skin, the ten fingers in its hands ended in a claw. Its face was that of a mutilated goblin, it had two pointy ears and thin white hairs that fell to its shoulder. Right now its eyes were closed and two of its massive arms were crossed across its chest. Just one look at it and everyone knew that it was made for the sole purpose of destruction alone.
‘Impressive,’ said Lord Voldemort in a throaty voice. ‘How long did it take for you to make it?’
‘About a day of the Torch dimension my lord.’ Said Malfoy. ‘His friends were a bit protective of him and kept coming back with more troops, that’s how we got all these injuries.’
Voldemort ignored this and addressed Dolohov instead. ‘What do you call him?’ he asked.
‘Evals, my lord.’ He said shakily.
‘Evals…’ muttered Voldemort softly to himself then he turned to Malfoy again. ‘I see that you have used the essence that I gave you well.’
‘Yes my lord.’
‘Hmm, I remember gathering it on my transformation in the Pyramids.’
‘The Pyramids, my lord?’
‘Yes, the Pyramids of Fulmat. That’s where I got the essence of the High Priest from.’
‘But I thought no one ever knows the locations of the Pyramids, my lord.’
‘I’m not a no one Malfoy.’ Voldemort said in icy coldness. Whatever blood Malfoy had in his face vanished.
‘I’m so sorry, my lord!’ he gasped. ‘Of course you’re not a no body! How could you be! You’re the greatest Dark Lord there ever is! You’re-’ another icy look from Voldemort shut him up.
‘I had found and opened the Chamber of Secrets in my youth. Do you think that I wouldn’t have been able to find the Pyramids in my adulthood?’ he said harshly.
‘Of course not-’
Voldemort ignored him again and resumed his story. ‘It seems as if Genevere had indeed killed the High Priest in the end and had buried his body just outside of the Pyramids.
‘Who is Genevere, my lord?’
‘She was Prince Fulmat’s half sister-a powerful warrior in those olden times. She was named after her mother who was the wife of King Arthur. She and her brother were close; she was two years younger than he was and in charge of his safety.
‘It seems as if the Prince was already suspicious of the High Priest and had told his sister that if anything had happened to him, the Priest was to be blamed. And he was right.’
There was a silence for a long time before Wormtail voiced out what was in everybody’s mind.
‘My lord, this, this Evals, how can it be destroyed?’ He blurted out.
Voldemort considered him for a moment. Wormtail was looking as if the Dark Lord would put the Cruciatus Curse on him, but apparently it was his lucky day for Voldemort did nothing but answer his question.
‘The Evals is made from the High Priests essence after all, making him his descendant, the only way he could be destroyed is if Prince Fulmat himself or his sister comes and destroys him.’
‘But that’s impossible, my lord. They’ve both been dead for more than a thousand years, my lord.’
‘Not anymore!’ Voldemort hissed through his teeth. ‘The Prince vowed to come back and destroy the High Priests last descendant, and it seems as if he also wished for his sister to be reincarnated with him! If they get any close to Evals we are doomed and we have to find another path to take over the Wizarding world!’
‘But how could the Prince wish for such a thing, isn’t it impossible to grant…and besides, who could grant it?’ asked Rockwood.
‘Ancient magic!’ spat Voldemort. ‘The brat was an apprentice of Ancient magic. Before I use to think that that magic was all rubbish! But now it turns out as if I had been mistaken all along! Who ever thought that extreme patience, endurance and love was the basic of all magic! That branch of the magic was so useless that people had abandoned it and turned to the present days magic instead. Now it turns out as if the Ancient Magic was really powerful! Why does everything bad has to happen to me!’ Voldemort stopped for a moment to regain his composure, then said really calmly, ‘We must do all we can so that the reincarnated brother and sister never find their way to Evals. We have to find them first and kill them.’
Silence fell once again before Bellatrix Lestrange voiced out what was on everybody’s mind.
‘But how do we know who they are, my lord?’
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