Making-Moves (V) [Chapter 174]

~~Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire~~

At this moment, Lucius Malfoy was not a happy camper. The Manor might belong to him, but he was no longer the man of the house. It was downright humiliating to him… He was forced to live as a servant in his own house. Even the Dark Lord had never humiliated him as such. Though unfortunately for him, his problems didn’t end with humiliation.

He would have happily degraded himself if it meant he could live, but the boy had promised him death and to be honest, he completely believed the boy. The boy was much similar to the Dark Lord, but at the same time, he was much different from the Dark Lord. The boy was ruthless, cruel, cunning, extremely powerful and inhumanly powerful.

Lucius was confident that he could prevent the Dark Lord from killing him by proving himself useful, but the boy would most definitely kill him, no matter what he did…

That was the exact reason why he found himself in a conundrum… He was aware that the Dark Lord was back, and he was certain that he would be punished severely if he went to the Dark Lord since he no longer carried the Dark Mark, but there was a chance that he might be able to prove himself useful to the man by providing him information, but it was easier said than done.

The boy was an extremely good Legilimens, so if he suspected anything then everything would be over for him and his Family legacy… Even if he didn’t get caught then there was always a chance that the Dark Lord might lose… The boy was stronger than anyone should be allowed to and if the Dark Lord had his Death Eaters, then the boy had Gellert Grindelwald and his followers working for him.

He believed the Dark Lord to be stronger than Gellert Grindelwald, but the two of them were in the same weight class, which meant Grindelwald couldn’t be underestimated…

“Lucius” Lucius was broken out of his musings by his subject of concern.

“Yes?” Lucius asked as he went ahead and kneeled in front of the boy. Kneeling in front of the half-breed made his pride hurt more than he would like to admit.

“Narcissa wants a hundred thousand Galleons” With that said, Harry turned around and left. Meanwhile, Lucius who was kneeling on the floor with his head lowered, bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. He was practically shaking in rage, but there wasn’t anything he could do. He really wanted to walk up to Narcissa and backhand her, for forgetting her place, but once again, his hands were tied.

Something inside Lucius snapped and he decided to contact the Dark Lord. He was going to be killed either way, but he vowed to make Harry’s life as difficult as he could…

Meanwhile, Harry, who was on his way to meet Jacklyn, grinned really. He wanted to see how far he could push Lucius before the man finally snapped, and he finally did. That was exactly what Harry wanted… Harry wanted Voldemort to learn a few things about him so that Voldemort could be on the same level as the other two Factions. Yes, Voldemort was going to have a bit more information than the other two Factions, but it wouldn’t matter in the long run…

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~~Kalnansu Bog Trail, Latvia~~

Voldemort walked through a forest, he couldn’t be bothered to remember the name of, with a small sneer on his face. He couldn’t believe he was doing this… This task was below his station, and he would have preferred if he could have sent Mulciber for the job, but there was a chance that Mulciber might be killed and consumed. While Mulciber wasn’t a strong combatant, his expertise when it came to Magical Creatures was simply unmatched.

“I have been hearing some rumors and it seems that the rumors had some truth in them” A large man walked out from the treeline. The man grinned widely revealing his sharp inhuman teeth. The man was only wearing pants and his whole body was riddled with various scars. To call this man a human at this stage would be a grave injustice to the rest of the humans as the man looked more like a savage beast rather than a human.

Not that Voldemort had any legs to stand upon in the first place… He looked more like a serpent rather than a human at this stage…

“Your pack has been growing, Fenrir” Voldemort commented as a lot more people walked out from the treelines. Anyone in his place would have felt afraid, but he was Lord Voldemort. If they dared to bare their teeth at him then he would put them down just like the beasts they were.

“So, you want us to join you just like we did in the last War?” Fenrir Greyback, the large man, asked with a grin as he already knew the answer. Fenrir was much different from the other Werewolves as unlike the others, he didn’t need a full moon to transform. He had accepted the wolf part of him to such an extent that his wolf features have started to bleed into his human form.

Fenrir Greyback was a wanted criminal in all the Magical Communities, but anyone rarely dared to come after him. If any glory seeker ever dared to come after him then his death would simply dissuade the others from such a foolish course of action… Fenrir on his own would be extremely useful for his plans. He would be a strong deterrent to anyone who dared to oppose him.

“Yes, that is my intention” Voldemort nodded his head in agreement.

“Good, it will take us almost eight months to reach Britain” Fenrir agreed to join him without asking for anything as he knew that he would be getting what he wanted without even asking. Voldemort wanted him to cause chaos and unrest and Fenrir was more than welcome to deliver just that, and if was able to turn a few more into kind in the process, then who was he to complain?

“Alright” Voldemort accepted the timeline as he wasn’t planning to start moving anytime soon. After that, Voldemort didn’t have anything to discuss, so he turned on his heel and disappeared with a soft crack, leaving the Werewolves.

A large woman, dressed in animal fur and leather, walked out of the tree line and walked up to Fenrir. “Are you sure we can trust him? I believe he intends to use us” The woman asked him, without a trace of fear on her face, which would be impossible for anyone else in the pack.

Fenrir looked down at the Beta of his pack. “I already know that, Sveta. He wouldn’t hesitate to get rid of us if we lose our usefulness as in his eyes, we are nothing more than savage beasts” Fenrir answered with a sigh.

“Then why?” Sveta asked, looking confused. If Fenrir already knew that then why would he accept the offer in the first place?

“You know why? If I had denied then he would have killed me along with the rest of you until the rest agreed to join him and to be honest, I missed hunting and feeding” Fenrir finished with a savage grin on his face and Sveta also grinned savagely, revealing similar type of teeth inside her mouth. Just like Fenrir, most of his pack were cannibals. It took him a lot of time to convert them, but he somehow managed, in the last decade.

“We hunt!!” Fenrir exclaimed loudly and the pack members present at the scene exclaimed loudly. “We feed!!” Fenrir exclaimed again, and once again everyone cheered loudly at his words… Yes, Voldemort might kill him and his pack in the future, but he wouldn’t go out without a fight. That was the reason why he asked Sveta to remain hidden.

He already had a plan in his Mind… While he would take half of his pack with him to Britain, Sveta would take the remaining half with her and increase their numbers in secret within Britain. Nobody would notice if a dozen of people disappeared completely after a Werewolf attack and Voldemort wouldn’t know what was happening until it was too late for him to stop Sveta and the pack.

Maybe, it was finally time he accepted the offer of that little mouse from Antigen…

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~~Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire~~

Nymphadora Tonks stared at the imposing mansion with some trepidation in her mind before gulping loudly. Now that she was finally here, she was feeling kind of nervous. She had a list of questions she wanted to ask Harry in her Mind, but right now, those questions were little of her concern. She had seen Aunt Narcissa before, but this was the first time she was going to meet the woman without her mother in the company.

If her mother was to be believed, then Aunt Narcissa probably hated her for being a half-blood, and from the looks Aunt Narcissa gave her mother whenever they came across, Tonks seemed to believe her mother. Though, regardless of what she believed, she needed to talk with Harry or she wouldn’t be able to rest… After taking a deep breath to gather her courage, Tonks walked up to the door and knocked on it.

Only a few seconds later, the door was opened by a well-dressed house elf, which was kind of surprising to Tonks as she expected the house elf to be dressed in a pillowcase or something like that.

“Hi, I am Tonks, just Tonks…” Tonks finished and started to fumble with her words. She smacked her head to get her thoughts straight and she felt even sillier when the house elf gave her a weird look. “I was wondering…” That was all Tonks managed to say before a familiar voice called her out.

“Tonksie?” Tonks immediately looked past the house elf only to find Sirius staring at her with a gobsmacked look on his face, but he wasn’t alone. There was a man beside him and he was probably the palest man she had ever seen. Thanks to her job, she easily recognized the man as she had seen his pictures multiple times and Tonks felt her knees go weak as her whole body started to shake in fear…