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There were screams everywhere. The sound of terror and horror and panic ( Read more... ) -
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Some days passed more quickly than others for Voldemort. It depended, he found, largely on what information Barty could smuggle to him, what tidbits of gossip he could glean about the general state of the island. Those were the days he liked, when the IPD people talked a little too loudly, with too much reckless abandon, and he could learn ( Read more... ) -
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Jail seemed to be all sorts of exciting for Voldemort lately, what with the island lapsing into another coma, and the annoying Faith girl who seemed to enjoy sauntering in and out of prison when the real world got too mean to her, or something like that. He didn't know, he didn't really pay attention ( Read more... ) -
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It was a wonderful day ( Read more... ) -
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There was only one word to describe Voldemort's feelings on this so-called opposite weekend: Horrified ( Read more... ) -
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Things were going so well for Voldemort after his latest series of blunders. He had in his possession one very valuable commodity, and he wasn't planning on letting her go very easily ( Read more... ) -
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Voldemort wasn't the type of guy to hide. He was the type of guy to come out with metaphorical guns blazing, demanding that everyone submit to his will ( Read more... )