Chapter 44 - Hallows Eve Ⅲ (1/2)
In the darkness of a dungeon lair, Lord Voldemort's crimson eyes snap open as he sensed the marks of six Death Eater's go out. Lord Voldemort lets out a roar of anger and fury as Death Eaters instantly rush into the darkroom. ”Milord, what is wrong?” A rather worried Bellatrix Lestrange asked.
”Who dared betray us!?” Lord Voldemort hissed in fury.
”Milord, no one would ever dare to,” Bellatrix exclaimed.
”You dare question me?” Lord Voldemort dangerously said as his crimson eyes narrowed down to a point.
”No, Milord! I would never do so!” Bellatrix sincerely said as she knelt down before the Dark Lord.
”Find the traitor,” Lord Voldemort icily ordered with no suggestion of failure allowed.
”Yes, Milord!” Bellatrix fervently said, before turning away with a chilling gaze.
”Now leave!” Lord Voldemort cried out as the rest of the Death Eater's hastily rush away leaving Lord Voldemort in solitude again. Lord Voldemort closed his crimson eyes as the feeling of that night appears in his mind. A traitor or spy? Regardless, they must be eliminated at all cost! Lord Voldemort leaned back into his seat as his crimson half-closed eyes seem to shine through the gloomy darkness. Woe be the fools who seek to block his for death only awaits them.
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In one of Alastor Moody safe houses, the six of them arrived transporting the bound Death Eater. ”How many safe houses do you even have?” Fabian asked in exasperation.
”Not enough,” Alastor croaked as Fabian tightly presses his lips together and decides to not make a comment. With the door firmly locked behind them, Alastor lights a few candles in the room as Alphard tiredly slumps down into a seat.
”Are you alright?” Percius worriedly asked at seeing the pale sweating face of Alphard.
”No, he is not. Alphard needs to be treated, but we cannot risk taking him to St. Mungo's,” Sara interjected. ”St. Mungo's will find the traces of the Crucio curse on his body.” Sara rolls up her wand and says, ”Move over, Percius.”
Percius quickly does so as Sara's wand tip begins to glow. ”I'm not a professional by any means, but I've picked up one or two healing spells on the job.”
Warm glowing sparks sprout from Sara's wand top and land gently onto Alphard. The glowing sparks ease some of the pain on Alphard's body as he lets out a soft sigh. The paleness of Alphard's face doesn't quite disappear, but the chilly sweat and the pain mostly fade away to a dull ache. ”Thank you,” Alphard gratefully murmured.
Sara nods briskly at Alphard before turning their gaze back to the terrified bound Death Eater on the rug. ”The sooner we get this over and done with, the sooner we can all get some shuteye. Dawn is not far off and we all must be present at our usual posts as if nothing transpired,” Sara matter-of-factly stated.
Alastor ungags the sniffing Death Eater says, ”I'll tell you anything that you want to know just let me go!”
Alastor looks over at Percius, who takes a step forward. The jolly warmness of his round face is gone as only a rather a chilling façade is left behind. Percius holds out his wand and says, ”I'm often quite underestimated and that serves me just fine. So, tells us who you are and who do you work for?”
”My name is Oswald Buford and I serve the Dark Lord,” Oswald confessed as his dark eyes anxiously flicker right and left.
”I won't ask again, who do you serve?” Percius dangerously said as the tip of his wand began to glow in emphasis.
”Lord Voldemort,” Oswald trembling said.
Alastor's eyes flash in memory and suddenly casts, a deafening spell onto Oswald making him unable to hear and only see their lips moving.
The two Auror's eyes gleam in understanding, while the other two Auror's and one unspeakable all turn int curiosity to gaze at Alastor Moody. ”We must go now,” Alastor Moody hastily said.
”Wait, why? We were just starting to get intelligence from him,” Percius protested.