Story: Moira
Chapter Thirty Four: Betrayals and The Rise

"Can't you understand silly girl? The dark can never become pure. We are tainted with the bloody history of murder, just like how you, blood traitors, are tainted with the lowest level of wizardkind!" Harry roared. Ginny looked down, tears streaming down her face. In the midst of darkness, it seemed like a lost cause.

"You – you traitor! We trusted you!" Bill exclaimed as he fought against his chains. Harry snorted at Bellatrix.

"Bella, you are doing an awful job of tying our captives, aren't you?" He flicked his wand and the ropes tightened around their chests.

"Prat! You think I'll stop fighting? If you do, you are wrong!" Ginny bellowed. Harry sneered at her before walking to her father and whispering in his ear.

"The cup will take you back. Leave when I tell and if you don't believe me, make no noise but look at your daughter," he whispered then discreetly waved his hand, loosening the ropes to an extent and muttering something under his breath. "Don't think you will make it out alive, Weasley. You all will be a feast to Nagini," Harry said clearly for Bellatrix and Pettigrew to hear. The former cackled merrily.

Arthur looked at Ginny who nodded back stealthily. He looked at Molly who seemed to catch on as Harry walked back to the bubbling cauldron.

"What on hell are you doing Wormtail? Get Master here. THIS INSTANT!" Pettigrew shuddered before scurrying away. Harry laughed evilly. "Finally! FINALLY! Master is going to come back and you –" He pointed at Ginny. "can't escape. You are as dead as a rat, love," he thundered, rising his hands and fist pumping the air. Bellatrix cackled beside him.

"You think so?! My Master will come soon and he will free all of us!"

"Master? That old fool? For the sake of laughing out loud, he's already a dead man!" Harry sneered.

"Don't you dare –!"

"Don't you dare talk to Young Master like that you little brat! Crucio!" Bellatrix bellowed. A red beam hit the tied Ginny and she writhed in pain. Harry bit his lip and turned it into a smirk. Ginny was doing good by not shouting.

"NO!" her family shouted all at once.

"Bella, stop." His voice commanded authority and the dark haired witch immediately stopped. Ginny's hair fell over her eyes as she bent low, panting for air. Bellatrix looked at him with confused eyes.

"We need her to be fit enough for the ritual. Don't want Master to express his displeasure, do we?" he asked logically. Bellatrix nodded frantically. A sudden crack alerted his senses and he snorted. Pointing his wand at the darkness, he shouted.

"Crucio!" A red beam of light left his wand and hit a shadowy figure which fell to the ground in pain. "Too punctual, are we Lucius?"

"I-I am sorry Young Master!" Lucius Malfoy begged as his blonde hair came into view, crawling into the scene.

"Crucio!" Harry shouted again and the man in front of him tried fighting the unbearable pain. "I – hate – that – word. I – will – have – you – know – that!" Harry accentuated every word of his sentence and Malfoy nodded meekly.  "Where is Nagini?" asked Harry as he spun around to face a wide eyed Bellatrix. She composed herself before answering.

"Over the house, probably hunting for food."

"Good. I need to have a quick word with her –"

"Word with a snake?" one of the twins jeered. Molly shot them a silencing look.

"YOU DARE SPEAK TO YOUNG MASTER LIKE THAT, YOU BLOOD TRAITOR!" Bellatrix boomed then pointed her wand at a tired Ginny. "With every word you utter, she'll suffer! I'll make sure of it! Crucio!"

"NO!" Harry shouted. Bellatrix stopped her spell, looking down. "Will you stop doing that unless you want to get killed?!"

"I'm –"

"What, are you deaf?" Harry asked. Lucius hushed the crazy witch. "Now if you will excuse me."

Harry left the place and after walking out of earshot of the gathered people, Harry spoke in Parseltongue. "Nagini. I command you to show yourself to I, your Young Master."

A dirty sound of slithering was heard before the giant snake appeared out from behind a headstone. Harry smirked to himself.

"Young Masster . . . What may I do for youuu?" it asked him.

"Has been a long time, my friend yet you look as beautiful as ever," Harry complimented and kneeled down in front of her. A small, invisible black ball of energy formed in his right hand as she slithered close to him. She raised her head for him to pet and he gladly obliged before saying: "Goodbye, Nagini."  The snake turned into ashes in front of him, its venomous tooth with a crack being the only object which he could make out.

Harry got up and felt his legs go weak. Immediately taking out the Pepper-Up potion from his pocket, he took a quick sip. Ginny was incredibly smart in suggesting that. 

Another scream was heard followed by muffled pleads. Harry's expression turned steely as he realised it was Ginny being tortured again. He walked, with a quick pace, back to the spot and saw Ginny on the ground, her face dashed with the mud. She was breathing in ragged breaths, shaking violently. Harry glared at Bellatrix.

"Please! Harry, I beg you! Take me instead! Please!" Molly pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks. Harry disregarded her and marched up to Ginny. Quickly wrenching her awake with some water, courtesy of Aguamenti, he tied her back to his master's father's headstone.

"Bella," he said calmly.

"Young Master! They were harrassing you and –"

"Two words is all it takes for the Dark Lord to kill you. What were you doing, Lucius? Enjoying the show?" Harry asked coldly, turning to face the blonde haired man.

"I-I do not –" he spluttered.

"Cut the talk! Where the ruddy hell is Wormtail?! Are rats slower than snails?!" Harry shouted. Bellatrix and Lucius winced. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Sirius and Regulus behind Ginny. His eyes widened. "GO! Both of you! Make haste! Get the man here! And with my master!" he ordered. The two Death Eaters scampered off quickly and Harry walked to the newly arrived pair. "What the hell are you both doing here?! Leave at once and let everything in my hands!" he whisper-shouted as he took out another bottle of Pepper-Up for Ginny.

"I can't, Harry! Not when you are behaving as you were three years ago!" Sirius stood up.

"You don't understand Sirius!"

"L-leave," a small voice whispered. Harry turned around and saw that it was Ginny who spoke it. "G-go."

Sirius and Regulus stood, frozen in shock. Harry quickly let Ginny take a sip from the bottle before turning to face Sirius with an hard expression which conveyed that he would not take any nonsense. "Leave before the two cowards come back!" Harry ordered and picked a small piece of rock from the ground. "Portus!" He threw it at Regulus who took hold of Sirius's sleeves.

"You aren't yourself, Harry," Sirius whispered before disappearing, thanks to the portkey. Harry frowned and when he turned around, he saw Bellatrix, Lucius and Pettigrew hurrying towards them with Pettigrew carrying something black in his hands. Harry walked forward and stared at the potion. He nodded slightly when Bellatrix acknowledged him to start the ritual.

"O Domine tenebrarum, surge a mortuis et rectores orbis terrarum." A white light shot out of his wand and a baby-like Voldemort was dropped into the simmering potion with a splash. Harry never stopped the incantation. He kept muttering something under his breath as he withdrew a small, silver dagger from the pouch on his neck and cut his hand. The blood on the dagger dripped slowly into the potion and when three drops were poured into the now peculiar green potion, he cleaned the dagger and gave it to Bellatrix.

Bellatrix walked over to Ginny and cut her wrist, taking her blood sumptuously. She walked back to the potion and poured three more drops into it, ignoring the cries of the Weasleys. Harry disregarded everything around him and concentrated on repeating the same words. After a few more minutes, the potion turned dark black and he backed away, stopping his chanting.

He could tell that everyone in the graveyard were holding their breath as a black smoke shot into the sky, blinding everyone temporarily. It swirled around the cauldron before a hissing and loud pitched voice was heard.

"Ah – robe me." Pettigrew instantly walked forward with a black robe and seconds later, Harry saw the cold, red slits of his Master in his own dark green orbs.

There ends the chapter. Cliffhanger lol. Sorry about it, I couldn't resist it and the chapter was exceeding 1.5k words. Wattpad gets glitchy after that. :(

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Something that I noticed yesterday was you guys (especially dream_rxses ;p) thought Harry turned evil. I hope your doubt is gone now sis.

And that spell is not official. It's made up by me using the Google Translator. It's in Latin and it means: 

Oh, Lord of the Dark, rise from the dead and rule the world.

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Thank you for reading!

Miyoko x