Chapter 40 (1/2)

The past few days in magical Britain were perilous.

With the possible return of Voldemort, a sense of doom had fallen upon the wizarding community.

Wizengamot meetings were held. When the time to decide the new minister arrived, with hiss shrewd mind, Edmund was able to shift the decision towards electing Amelia Bones, who had recently accepted an alliance with house Whirlpool on behalf of house Bones, for the seat.

It wasn't a landslide victory and there was a close competition with Amos Diggory who was selected to be a candidate from Dumbledore's camp. But the old goat couldn't do much since he wasn't allowed back into the Wizengamot. His position was taken over by Augusta Longbottom and Edmund had left no way for that to change.

Months went by and the ministry was systematically cleansed off the influence of Lucius Malfoy. Edmund enjoyed watching the helpless constipated look on the man's face. His control over the various offices of ministry were slipping out of his hands and all could do was watch as he hopelessly tried to hold onto whatever was left of his influence.

Killing Fudge was a decision he had made quite impulsively. Since he had killed Umbridge, Fudge would have tried his very best to implicate Iris. No, the man had to die. And what better way to do so than implicate a megalomaniac and make people believe his return?

But, Voldemort still hadn't reacted. There were no attacks, no disappearances and no major commotion among the dark creatures. Was he bidding time for people to stop believing in his return? Edmund couldn't have that.

After explaining Iris the possibilty of Vordemort trying to stay low, they decided to provoke the dork in a way they were sure he'd react publically.

(ROTS)

Voldemort was standing in his throne room in malfoy manor. He was currently discussing attempts to bring various dark creatures as allies to his cause with Lucius. A streak of bright light shot down from the ceiling and straight into Voldemort's c.h.e.s.t.

”My Lord!” Lucius cried in surprise, his wand in his hand.

Voldemort waved Lucius off as he drew the envelope the light had resolved into off of his c.h.e.s.t. His magical senses told him no harm would come to him from the letter. He examined the envelope and saw that it was addressed to Tom Marvolo Riddle.

[Dark Assat,

I hope having a body back finds you well. Thank you ever so much for making it easier for me to kill you, dumb shit. I have been reading a lot about your tactics during the last war. I found it curious that you mainly attacked muggles who couldn't really defend themselves. You must be one scared little bitch inside to pull the tactics you did. But then we already know this since you attacked me when I was just a baby. You were that scared of me! What a p.u.s.s.y.

Even now you are hiding in the shadows, not revealing yourself to the magical world. Know that while you continue to hide I am going to make a mockery of you. When I am done with you nobody will fear your name. Have fun buggering Lucius.... or perhaps getting buggered by him. Might as well invite Snape and give him a quickie.

With extreme loathing,

Iris Lily Potter