Prompt 26 - Harry
@wolfstarmicrofic September 26, word count 524
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Two days, they waited. They wanted Voldemort mad. They wanted him not thinking clearly. It probably wouldn’t work, but it was all they had.
They apparated to the edge of the old forest behind Fenrir’s camp in a big open field in the late afternoon and got to work.
A few hours later, James led Peter to the grassy area.
“Call him,” He told Peter. The cowering man raised his right hand, with James still holding on tightly, and pressed his wand to the dark mark.
They waited with bated breath until an almighty crack rang out, and Voldemort appeared alone in the centre of the field.
“Ah, so you figured out Wormtail’s little secret?” He said once he’d surveyed the area. His high, raspy voice was somehow easily heard, though he spoke quietly.
It was almost dark now, the light barely illuminating the gathered group. Sirius, Remus and James stood shoulder to shoulder with Peter at their feet. “Lord Black and his little lackeys. You’ve caused me a great deal of trouble killing Fenrir, you know. My death eaters have had to pick up the slack. They would like very much to have the opportunity to share their grievances with you,” Voldemort moved his mouth in that odd way that meant he was trying to smile. Sirius rolled his eyes.
“Oh, I’m sure they would,” Sirius barked out a laugh. Voldemort narrowed his red eyes at them.
“It’s such a shame that your traitorous brother couldn’t be here to watch you die, but he got in my way and, unfortunately… Well, you can guess,” Voldemort cackled. Sirius folded his arms and crooked a brow.
“Oh really?” He said, standing aside and revealing Regulus behind him.
“Hello, Tom,” Regulus smirked. “Say your goodbyes as you won’t be leaving here tonight.
“YOU!!!!” Voldemort hissed furiously, spit flying from his lipless mouth. He then spun on the spot. Sirius had to hold back his laughter at the ridiculous pirouette.
While Voldemort had been waffling on, Regulus had cast an antiappartiion charm over the entire area. Voldemort straightened up and raised his wand, preparing to duel. Sirius cracked his neck; it was nearly time. “Do you truly believe the three of you could possibly be a match for the great Lord Voldemort?! You would need an army to even make a dent,” He scoffed. Sirius and Remus dropped to the ground.
“Well, it’s a good job I brought one then,” Regulus taunted as James grabbed his hand and Peters. Regulus dug in his pocket and pulled out the muggle ID that the camper had dropped, Harry Felds apparently, and held it tightly. In the blink of an eye, they were gone. Remus had turned it into a Portkey, transporting them safely back to their camp.
Voldemort turned to the remaining wizards only to find them replaced with their enormous wolves, the moonlight reflecting in their eyes.
“ATTACK!!!” Sirius shouted down the link to every single member of the pack, hidden just inside the tree line. The concealment spells fell, and twenty werewolves, including Sirius and Remus, charged towards Voldemort. The so-called Dark Lord didn’t stand a chance.
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