TWWS 11
Title: The World With Shrimp
Author: Feygan
Fandom: BtVS/Harry Potter
25. part twenty-five
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Instead of giving over to his rage, Voldemort retreated to his private
study to brood. Anger simmered throughout his whole body, but he
forced himself to be analytical.
Someone was picking off his followers and it wasn't the ridiculous
Order of the Phoenix. He had been attacked through his own
Mark.
It was obvious: someone was toying with him. He refused to play their game.
Part of him--the insane killer part--wanted him to torture results out
of his Death Eaters, but he knew that now wasn't the time to indulge
himself. He had a finite number of followers and there was no point in
alienating any of them into betraying him.
He'd made a lot of mistakes since the start of this new war. He had
regrets and he couldn't explain the way that he'd behaved before. He'd
once been so savvy at dealing with the public. He couldn't help
wondering what had changed that.
He'd let himself become some kind of mindless brute and it disgusted him.
A faint, lizard-like smile pulled his lips. He might have thanked his
new enemy for putting the fire back in his heart. He felt more like
himself than he had in a long time.
He was Lord Voldemort. The world would grovel at his feet. He'd make sure of it.
Author: Feygan
Fandom: BtVS/Harry Potter
25. part twenty-five
.
Instead of giving over to his rage, Voldemort retreated to his private
study to brood. Anger simmered throughout his whole body, but he
forced himself to be analytical.
Someone was picking off his followers and it wasn't the ridiculous
Order of the Phoenix. He had been attacked through his own
Mark.
It was obvious: someone was toying with him. He refused to play their game.
Part of him--the insane killer part--wanted him to torture results out
of his Death Eaters, but he knew that now wasn't the time to indulge
himself. He had a finite number of followers and there was no point in
alienating any of them into betraying him.
He'd made a lot of mistakes since the start of this new war. He had
regrets and he couldn't explain the way that he'd behaved before. He'd
once been so savvy at dealing with the public. He couldn't help
wondering what had changed that.
He'd let himself become some kind of mindless brute and it disgusted him.
A faint, lizard-like smile pulled his lips. He might have thanked his
new enemy for putting the fire back in his heart. He felt more like
himself than he had in a long time.
He was Lord Voldemort. The world would grovel at his feet. He'd make sure of it.