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"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
-Author notes-
Chapter 241: Fake Out
Voldemort let out a roar before charging directly at him. The Dark Lord moved so fast that the ground beneath his feet was turned to dust by the sheer heat and pressure being produced.
His figure beca a blur, and the next instant, he was holding Jas by the neck.
Jas couldn't really see what happened, but when compared to that old witch from Hogsade, it was obvious that Voldemort was much faster than her.
Perhaps this was caused by his considerably younger age, or maybe that ritual expert whom Voldemort found out was able to make so improvents on the process.
Jas felt the mighty hand gripping his neck and lifting his entire body into the air.
"Are you giving up already, Potter?!" Voldemort said with a tone of frustration. He had gone through great lengths and suffered an excruciating amount of pain to get this body.
All so he could guarantee his victory and kill all his enemies.
He, of course, was expecting to win, but not this fast. And it made him feel furious, but also… when looking into Jas' eyes, he saw no fear, and that made him uneasy.
"What's wrong, Tom? Aren't you going to break my neck? Show your followers how strong you really are." After Jas' words ca out, he felt the grip on his neck becoming stronger, digging his fingers into his soft flesh.
"Where did you hear that na?!" Voldemort shouted with such force that all the grass around them was blown away. Noticing that Jas was unable to speak, the Dark Lord softened the strength of the grip. "Answer !"
Jas smiled. "Does it matter? I know a lot about you, Tom. Maybe even more than you do yourself."
"Who are you, really…" From the beginning, Voldemort suspected this boy had so personal vendetta against him, but that should not be possible since they hadn't t before. And as far as he knew, he had never done anything against a mber of the Potter family either.
"Master!"
"My Lord! There is sothing in the air!"
His followers began to exclaim and point at the sky.
"Mmm?" Voldemort shifted his eyes around and found the target of his followers' concerns.
She was very high in the air, but with his enhanced vision, Voldemort could see Nyxaris as if she were right in front of him.
"That fairy…" He recalled seeing her briefly in Jas' mories. The boy had used her during his fight with the witch.
"You want to trap us in here? Is that your plan?" He rembered the barrier that was used to contain the witch. "I see… you were trying to distract while that creature of yours attempts to trap inside a barrier… ridiculous plan." He didn't believe any magical barrier would be able to contain him for long. It was a futile attempt.
"My Lord, what do we do?"
"It's too far away. Our spells won't reach," the Death Eaters said. They hadn't brought any dentors either, so unless they got onto their flying brooms, they had no other way to get up there.
"Forget it!" Voldemort scoffed. "That little creature can't do anything to . I will take care of it after I crush this boy's head…"
The Dark Lord turned his attention to Jas. "It looks like I have overestimated your abilities, Mister Potter. But I want you to know that, after I'm done with you, I will go find the rest of your family. Do you have any last words?"
"Yes, Tom… I do," said Jas in a soft tone. "I hope you like my family fields, because this is going to be your final resting place."
Voldemort scoffed at the brazen comnt, but also wondered where all this confidence was coming from.
He almost expected to find so resistance or for sothing to stop him from crushing the boy's neck, and yet… nothing did. It was so easy to do. Voldemort could even hear a loud crunch as he applied more pressure with his grip.
Just as he began to feel relief, he noticed sothing strange occurring to Jas' body.
"What is this?" Voldemort saw the body of 'Jas' turn into a dull grey color before it began breaking apart and dissolving into dust.
"No…" he muttered under his breath.
Now he finally understood why Jas didn't look concerned for his own safety. The 'thing' that he had been holding in his grasp was never the real Jas Potter but so sort of cheap copy made by magic.
He then recalled that during his fight with the witch, Jas had used a spell to create duplicate bodies of himself.
"Tsk! Where is the real one?!" he scread. "Where are you?!" The ground began to crack under his feet as his magic reacted to his own rage and lashed out against the environnt.
His followers trembled, and even the mighty giants looked concerned, wondering if the Dark Lord would turn his frustration on them.
Voldemort's red eyes shifted to the large group he brought along. "Find him! He must be sowhere in the castle!"
The werewolves were the first ones to run out. Under Fernir's command, the pack of beasts began running toward the Potter Castle.
"I sll sothing up there!" one of the n said while pointing at the repaired tower.
Just then, they saw what looked like a person jumping off the tower.
"Is that him?!" Fernir asked, but there was no need to answer that, as they imdiately realized that it was not.
What landed on the ground, at the base of the tower, was a young girl with long black hair.
And she was completely naked.
A.N - I cannot make a naked version. Use your imagination :) -
The entire pack of werewolves stopped in their tracks, and for a mont, they even forgot what they were supposed to be doing.
A smirk appeared on Fernir's face as he stared at the stunning beauty in front of him. "I hope the Lord doesn't mind if I play with this one for a bit, right?"
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