Chapter 553: Snivilus

Chapter 553: Snivilus

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The air crackled with tension as Dumbledore and Hagrid surveyed the grim scene, their eyes widening in disbelief.

"What have you done?" Dumbledore exclaimed, his voice a mix of shock and disappointment.

Sirius, panting heavily, met Dumbledore's gaze defiantly. "We couldn't let him live. He betrayed us, and he'd do it again."

Dumbledore's eyes softened as he regarded the grief-stricken trio. "There are always other options, my friends. Killing should never be the first one."

The lecture from Albus Dumbledore echoed through the night air, his wise eyes fixed on James, Sirius, and Lily. As he began to express his disapproval of their hasty decision to dispatch Peter Pettigrew, Peter himself interrupted, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Relax, old man. The only real loss here is in information, and Pettigrew wasn't exactly a treasure trove of knowledge. Low-level Death Eater, you know. Why bother with him when we've got the final boss right here?" Peter lifted his leg, casually resting it on Voldemort's unconscious form, emphasizing the defeated Dark Lord at his feet.

Albus, still processing the scene, finally shifted his gaze to Voldemort, or rather, Tom Riddle as he knew him. Shock painted his expression, and he took note of the peculiar chains of golden Eldritch energy binding the Dark Lord.

"Tom..." Albus whispered, his shock momentarily overpowering his lecturing demeanor. The unexpected sight of Voldemort subdued left him momentarily speechless.

Peter, not missing a beat, continued, "See? No need to fret over some rat traitor like Pettigrew." The smirk on his face grew more pronounced as he tapped his foot on Voldemort's prone body.

The Headmaster's focus returned, and he urged urgency. "We must move him to a more secure location before more Death Eaters arrive," Albus urged, his experienced eyes scanning the surroundings.

Although he had many questions, like who the hell was the man resting his foot on the Dark Lord's back and why was he here, his curiosity could wait. Now, they needed to secure Voldemort in a place where his followers won't be able to find him.

As Albus spoke, another crash of lightning heralded the arrival of Severus Snape, his greasy hair disheveled, worry etched across his face.

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He rushed forward toward the house, calling out, "Lily?! Lily?!" but a welcoming committee of wands awaited him. Even Lily, holding her wand protectively, joined the defensive line with baby Harry still in her arms.

Albus, his arm healed but thoughts still swirling, followed Lily through the portal alongside Hagrid. James and Sirius, hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the burning figure of a man they once thought of as a brother. Finally, after a moment of hesitation, they stepped through the magical gateway, which snapped shut behind them.

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As the portal snapped shut, leaving behind nothing but a broken home and a burning headless body on the front lawn, the once-quiet night was shattered by the sound of relentless lightning, a prelude to the arrival of multiple figures clad in hooded robes and white mask, the ominous Death Eaters.

Surveying the area, they discovered Pettigrew's burning body and signs of a fierce battle. Though the absence of their Dark Lord and master raised alarm among the masked figures, intensifying the tension in the air.

In a moment of annoyance, one of the masked men pulled off his hood, revealing himself as Lucius Malfoy. His cold gaze swept across the scene, and he barked orders to the others. "Fan out and find the Dark Lord. Now!"

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The Death Eaters, discontent with being ordered around, reluctantly obeyed. As more masks were removed, other known Death Eaters emerged from the shadows, their loyalty to Voldemort evident. Among them were Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, and Antonin Dolohov, each donning their distinctive masks.

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The Death Eaters began arguing fervently about the best course of action without their psychotic leader at the helm. The absence of clear direction left them in disarray, a stark contrast to the organized chaos they usually thrived in under Voldemort's command.

Bellatrix, her wild hair framing her fanatical expression, voiced her frustration. "We can't afford to waste time bickering! We need to find the Dark Lord and restore order!"

Rodolphus, though loyal, disagreed. "How are we supposed to find him?! I say we all head home and wait for him to return. After all, it's not like he's been captured... right?"

Antonin Dolohov, known for his ruthlessness, growled, "Enough squabbling! We need a plan. Lucius, what do you suggest?"

Lucius, always composed, pondered the situation. "We search systematically. Split into groups and cover every inch of this place. We must locate him at all costs."

Bellatrix nodded, her gaze uneasy. "We need to find him quickly... I don't have a good feeling about any of this."

The Death Eaters, begrudgingly accepting Lucius's plan, divided into smaller groups. The once-cohesive force now moved with uncertainty, their unity shaken by the absence of the Dark Lord's command.

As they dispersed into the night, the burning remnants of Pettigrew's body continued to cast an eerie glow on the desolate scene. There was no sympathy or camaraderie in their ranks, so they simply left him there, burning all night long.

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