"But my Lor-"

“ENOUGH,” His red eyes glowed as he stared down at his withering follower, "I do not want to hear your excuses."

Nagili hissed baring her large fangs at the twitching man.

Voldemort rose from his throne and the curse was lifted, "You and your team will search for Harry Potter," spitting the name like venom, "and being him to me ALIVE," he grabbed the man by his hair forcing him onto his feet," or you'll be Nagilis next meal."

"Y-yes my lord," tears brimming in his eyes and he yelped as he was thrown back to the ground. Quickly he scrambled onto his feet and ran out the door followed by a dozen more witches and wizards on a mission to find The Boy Who Lived. Not one intended to fail because their very lives depended on it.

Voldemort was left alone raged from his own thoughts,That damn brat!!!!!Where could he be?!

Mmmmyyy llloooord,hissed Nagili her sliced tongue whipping from her now closed jaws,be calm you are not at full strength.

His breath came slightly rushed the longer he stood and he knees trembled. Voldemort turned to sit once more.

But that's when it hit him square in the chest.

Power.

Power with such force it had knocked him to the ground and an inhale of air was locked in his throat causing him to gasp for it.

My Lord! Said Nagili hissed as her head whipped around for a threat only to find no one but the Dark Lord and her self.Her worry did not faze him as he tried to process this burst of magic from an unknown source.

What being had such power? He thought hysterically.

Dumbledore? No, it couldn't be him this was power he nor I possess, on his knees and with a trembling hand reached for the thrones arm rest to pull himself from the marble floor.

This power had no restraint.

It had no limit.

If its source had wanted to kill him. Or wipe his very being from existence he or she could have from the other side of the world with a snap of their fingers. This sent a cold chill through him as he collapsed himself onto the throne.

Voldemort could not tell if it was friend or foe. But just having physically felt such power made him consider if he truly wanted to know. Because that meant search for the person.

Perhaps it was Harry Potter?! He thought, if so where could he have gone such power?

He shook his head, "No", he mumbled rubbing a hand over his snake like face.

Mmmmmmy Llllllooooord? Nagili hissed worriedly

This power was dark. Twisted in a way beyond imaginable. Nothing like The Boy Who Lived. He was "The Lights ray of Hope" this couldn't have been him.

This thought of not knowing who it may be brought him rage as he began to think if he or she was a potential foe or rival.

But as he began to think more of it he had not only felt power from this witch or wizard, not just pure hot power. He had felt a mixture of emotions that weren't his own. Emotions like pain. Not physical pain but mental pain. He felt the persons distortion as is the floor below was constantly pulled side to side.

And he felt the betrayal. Betrayal that turned to rage so hot that it had mingled with Voldemort's.

It took a moment for him to pull back his own magic from lashing out. He felt this persons rage as if there were a link to this them. For a second he reached out with his mind seeming to try and find this link only to find nothing. Whoever this was had no intention of being found. Whether they were blocking them selves intentional or not Voldemort didn't know.

But until he found out who this person was he need to remain cautious

If I had felt this blast of power that means other wizards have to,he thought, wizards like Dumbledore.

That bastard, he sneered mentally, if he thought of risking it and searching to the powers source he perhaps try to turn he or she to his side.

That would be bad in his part. It would give that Old man an advantage.

But if I were to find this person first and turn them to my side-

With a smirked,"Nagili."

Yyyyesssss,Said the snake relieved he finally spoke to her.

"How do you feel of fetching a few people for me."

She corked her head to the side and her eyes widen slightly knowing who these "few people" may be. The snake never thought he would ever want to summon them unless he was truly desperate to bring The Light down quick and smoothly.

Truly they were his last resort, but from his face he wasn't scared nor desperate.

He was excited.

She wondered what work he'll have those kids do so he won't have to get his hands dirty.

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Speaking of dirty hands please washed them my lovely readers and please stay home and stay safe.

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