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[negligentchaos]

Sins of Trust

I hadn’t believed that things would go as well as they currently going. My pet was willing to coerce all other doubters into seeing the light that remained in his sceptical heart; even his own beloved wife in the former Miss Weasley’s behaviour towards Miss Granger hadn’t been noticed by the oblivious Auror who still seemed to think he walked on water. Ah… it had been too easy to sway him into seeing the world through the eyes of one who had lived in darkness and light - but he certainly had no idea just who he was writing too and that at times; amused the Hell out of me. Clearly his years spent trying to handle the threat of the Dark Lord had affected him; but not as one would thing? In the ‘right’ way - as in be careful with what you tell others and certainly think about what deals you make with the unknown out there. That being said - I had to ensure that he kept telling me his fears, his concerns and how he wished others around him weren’t so idealistic. That fear for his life and those around him had led to me being able to easily sway the simpleton into doing anything an unknown entity wished of him; it had been really easy however; after informing the young wizard that I had several incriminating photographs and witnesses who would inform his beloved wife that he had been playing the field with several female aurors and then there was the ongoing affair behind his wife’s back with none other than Miss Daphne Greengrass. Chuckling softly; I remembered the disgust and yet. delight that had been in dear little Astoria’s tone when she had come to me full of righteous indignation that her sister had been fucking the Boy Who Lived. The little thing had cried into my arms for over an hour saying that her sister was ruining the chances their family had been given to be restored within the Sacred Twenty-Eight. It was a shame that she didn't think of that when she was all too eager to throw herself at me in a bid to be at the side of the new wizard who would remind Wizarding England and the Wizarding World as a whole that Muggleborn witches and wizards may belong in our world but they were beneath those whose blood was pure like my own. I was amused, laughing softly at how easy I could play puppeteer with the marionette that was Astoria Greengrass. I would use her, take everything she had from her and they drop her swiftly like the rubbish she was - and she wouldn’t be any the wiser as to how pathetic I viewed her to be. All those who had knelt before the Dark Lord only to flee when he was deemed to be dead, were worthless and I would cast them all aside once I was finished - or perhaps treat them as the Muggles had all witches they encountered during the late seventeenth century; maybe drown them or set them alight whilst chained to a post. It would be poetic to relive those dark times with wizards and witches and look them in the eye before they died. “My Lord Crouch; there’s been an owl for you - I believe it to be the Southern white-faced owl you assigned to Lord Arcturus Snood. I have her in the dining room being fed Sir. I have the letter that was attached - would you like it here or brought to your chambers Sir?” Nodding, I glanced at my reflection and smiled slowly - Snood had been relatively quiet as of late and I admit, I had grown concerned over his attachment to Miss Hermione Jean Granger, the Muggleborn saviour of the world. It had come to my attention that the Minister had grown attached to the… witch and wanted to keep her for himself as his pet. The thought had nauseated me at first before I recalled the fire that lived within Miss Granger and I could understand just how one could desire her. If he got her? Miss Granger would long for the days when the ginger wizard, Weasley, had beaten her - because his assaults on her person were nothing in comparison to what Snood was capable of doing to his… quarry. If Snood caught Miss Granger as he hoped too, then he would kill her within a month. What a shame that would be… “Bring it to me here Godbry now. I don’t like to be kept waiting.” The look on the House Elf’s face was one that chilled me to my core. There were very few things that drew out the good part of me; the Bartemius Crouch junior who had tried in vain to protect the House Elves who were bonded to the house of Crouch, those under my Father’s employ would be victim to his fury and his hatred for all beings, pure blood, magical creature or Muggle. House Elves, he stated often enough; were the lowest of all beings, barely below Muggles and therefore to be treated as if they were nothing. Those who protected them, ie; me - would often be the victim of the Cruciatus charm till I couldn’t lift myself from the ground and be lying in a pool of my own blood. Such things had melded me into the Wizard I was today; he literally drove me to a breakdown that had me believing I was insane. “Yes Sir.” The pop of the small creature leaving the room had me jump for the briefest second as I found myself drawn back to the chaos that would ensue when the esteemed Bartemius Crouch Sr drank excessively and insisted the House Elves line up so that he could choose punishments from A through to Z. I would end up caring for them all and tending to their needs and even now; I would ensure all Elves were looked after and treated with respect. Those who chose not to listen, would be punished - often till they would plead for death. Instead of returning in the same manner; I heard a soft knock and with an utterance of ‘Enter’ the small elf entered the room and bowed offering me the letter that the slimy Minister had sent.. I could practically smell his fear on the parchment and sneered at the recollection of his promise to do everything I wished of him. ‘I bring good tiding with this letter and ask of you a single request to locate Miss Granger and ensure that she isn’t in danger of the abuse Weasley enforces on those he’s infatuated with. I ask this of you as I believe in time we can sway Miss Granger into seeing the world through the eyes of the Knights. Mister Weasley and the traitor, Lord Malfoy were in an altercation over the your talented witch and once again the arrogant Weasley was inebriated and attacked both Lord Malfoy and Miss Weasley. I am most concerned that the moronic bastard will kill someone soon - I have instructed Percival Weasley to enforce some sobriety on the young drunk. Perhaps a course of Cruciatus curses as you have often said to be Hell for one to suffer, will ensure we have young Mister Weasley as Knight to… How shall I put it… Stumble and then take the fall for others. He is close already for the things he has done to Miss Granger, and I believe to several others when inebriated - and I believe Azkaban to have a few empty cells for celebrities to rot away. Miss Granger has fled into the Muggle world but I certain I will locate her as she has also been spotted at the Muggle bank associated with Gringotts and our spy there, Anastasia Woodruff has informed me the Bank Manager gave her… the letter. Miss Granger was seen visibly upset so I am sure My Eminence that she believes her parents gifted her the house you provided me the details of. The wards are still in place and have been checked - I can assure you there is no possible way that Miss Granger will be aware of them - several of the Knights were taken there blindfolded as you requested and not one of the five felt any change through the barrier. They have been placed in holding cells at your bequest and will be catered for until which time you are able to visit and deal with them accordingly for the insubordination they committed towards both myself and about you My Lord. If Miss Granger is indeed at the house in Chelsea, I wish to know what your requests are in regards to her safety and/or how you would like me to sway her away from the traitor whom I believe is in love with her. I would like to request informing the Wizengamot of what is occurring in Malfoy Manor sooner than planned? The traitor should be with his Father in Azkaban rotting like the vermin he is. Bandeau.’ I wondered where in this parchment I would locate the good news apart from the thought of Weasley being tortured by his own sibling. I could only hope that the bastard survived so that I may continue in such treatment to remind him that he was low down the food chain within the Knights. Miss Granger had fallen for the bait. Which meant I could take a nice little trip to the Muggle area of London where I would no doubt find her and play a few games with that clever mind of hers. Foolish chit had fallen right into my trap and I would enjoy tearing her apart.

[negligentchaos]

Sins of Trust

I have been, and will continue to be? One who is most loyal to his beliefs. It maybe what leads to my inevitable death, but a martyr I shall be for the voices of those who do not believe that there is a place for Mudbloods and their kind in the Wizarding world. Magic is a beautiful thing and it flows through us like the very blood that gives us life. It is why they do not belong, they're tainted with the world and its miseries in a way that is hard to comprehend. My time spent both at the side of the Dark Lord and then under the influence of the Polyjuice potion that gave me the ability to become Alastor Moody showed me clearly that they're polluting our world with their tech-no-logies or however it is pronounced. I do not need to learn it as it serves no purpose in my mind. They use something known as ‘eckeltricity’ to create monstrous things that clearly are unnecessary and make them truly lazy and obtuse. Their ideologies are tedious at best and childish at their worst. Therefore, to bring such base and debased beings into our world cannot be allowed. My Father, although loyal to the laws of the Ministry and Wizengamot was as all pure blooded patriarchs are, most loyal to his son and heir as was my late Mother who lost her mind within the cold walls of Azkaban so that I may regain my freedom of sorts. That freedom had enabled me to return back to the Dark Lord and instill fear into hundreds of witches and wizards who had been foolish enough to believe that the lives they had been living was appropriate. I had managed to convince all that I was held within the cold walls of Azkaban only to receive the Dementor's’ Kiss thanks to that naive and somewhat idiotic Cornelius Fudge - but that once again? Hadn’t been me, it had been one of the Dark Lord’s absentee followers who had abandoned the cause and I had fled. Of course, the knowledge of what I had succeeded in doing not once? But twice failed to reach the Daily Prophet and other newspapers because it showed that the Ministry was as incompetent as they had always been. Perhaps, they should have insisted that Albus Dumbledore become the Minister of Magic prior to his death at the hands of the betrayer, Severus Snape. Slimy bastard should have been tortured for what he did but I wasn’t able to be alongside my Master at the Battle of Hogwarts much to my sorrow. How I would have enjoyed ripping out the hearts of the Mudbloods and foul creatures who had been born of magic and Muggle. But necessity called for me to escape the country and I had succeeded in doing so until the time was right - I refuse to disclose my temporary location when escaping from the Ministry and their infuriatingly determined Aurors as it would taint my being but I shall only say this? I was all too happy to return to the home I had felt safe and content in at various times of my life - especially as no one was aware of anyone inhabiting the somewhat large and antiquated residence that had been home to mystery and death for decades and left those in the village afraid of the ghosts who lingered. I devoured books on various practises of magic, investing time into how I could remove the level of insanity that I knew lingered below the surface of my mind believing that it had been the time spent within Azkaban after my Father’s betrayal that had triggered the fragility of my mind. Add to it; the decade of the enforced Imperious Curse upon my being and it was no wonder that I showed every sign of a madman... It was no wonder, that I looked to anyone who stood back and said that those not born to pure magic were to be the ones to save us. However. As much as I looked to Lord Voldemort to restore the Wizarding World to one to be proud of, I wondered if it was partially a fuck you to the Muggle Father whom he had murdered and then whose bones had brought him back. Voldemort used his Muggle heritage as and when it suited him to bring about what he desired and that abuse of family is one that is looked down upon within the witches and wizards of pure heritage. … Which was why I stood with the Lestrange brothers who weren’t blind to what the Dark Lord was. Unlike Bellatrix who I swore wanted to kneel at his feet and ask the heretic how he wanted her to jump or whether his boots should be licked. She was one to say emotions clouded judgement when living solely by the emotion of infatuation from one who saw her and the rest of us as tools in his games against Dumbledore. I do not have loyalties that can be swayed. Nor do I have revenge guiding me because such things will only lead to the misfortune to fall all who are left vacant in the cells below ground and against the crashing waves against Azkaban’s grey tower. What I do possess is a clarity of thought and process, and I am mildly amused as I relax by the open fire on this cold night; that no one is aware of my existence. The greatest minds in the Wizarding world of England and Europe as a whole are going about their daily business believing that chaos and darkness is gone - it has not I assure you for it lingers in the hearts of those who blame others for their untold miseries. …. and I have always enjoyed playing with marionettes… especially those with the bright smiles and innocent eyes. Chuckling softly, my fingers slip over the soft edges of worn diaries taking in information and the details of charms and hexes that will ensure I am safe when I return from the shadows reborn with a face that none shall fully recall… A variant of the disillusionment charm will ensure none recall me if they encounter no matter how long they are in my presence. It’s too easy… but I do like the simplicity of survival… The flutter of wings distracts me from a page of the diary I am currently researching information from, the wizard I had procured it from being one to use fifty words in place of ten; and I see an owl whose body is drenched setting within the alcove of the broken window. I recognise it of course; I’m not likely to have unwanted mail arrive in this bleak location but I am reticent to approach incase the bird has been tampered with by anyone who is curious as to what an owl would be bringing to an area not known for magical beings.. The bird calls for me as it has been trained to do so by myself and the sender of my mail. And with a nod, he kicks off the scrolled paper so that I may see the untampered with seal of the long died out Gaunt family. A family I can assure you were ones that should have been burnt by those who see Muggles who learnt of how nature could heal a soul and the body of a broken creature.. solely for the betrayal of a heart to a pitifully stupid Muggleborn. All things are to ensure that none know the truth, none but one and even he often finds himself stripped of memory. “You never fail me do you Little Stag, now what do we have here…” There was lists of information, and an amusing recollection of how that foolish chit had broken not one pureblood, but two.. Hmmm perhaps I should interfere in that little menage? Laughing softly, I returned to my book after sending my reply instructing that all should continue as it should - and I would tear them all apart, and I’d ensure they all received the kiss I was sentenced to endure… It was such a shame, that there wouldn’t be a hero in our world anymore when I was finished with them - nor would there be any chance of their being a continuation of that bastardised family when I was done with each and every of my little pawns.