"Master," The man with one hand whimpered as he bowed his head down. "I...I have loyally served you, please..." He coughed as he held up the stump where his hand used to be.
"I am not back for even a minute and you are already asking me for favours." Lord Voldemort said in low voice as he pressed the tip of his wand against the side of the man's head, causing him to look up. The wand trailed down the man's face before it went up and stopped in-between his eyes, the tip if it glowed a bright green.
"P...please, Master!" The man begged, his whole body shaking.
"Worry not Macnair," Lord Voldemort said with a small chuckle. "I will get to you in a moment."
"Macnair?" Harry spoke up. "You mean that cunt who executes animals for the ministry?" Macnair glared at Harry for that comment while Voldemort let out a small laugh.
"The very same," Voldemort said as he stepped past Macnair and looked down at Harry. "it is a pleasure to meet you again, Harry Potter. Do forgive me, but I must attend to something before I can give you my full attention."
"Understandable, but while you are busy do you mind freeing my hands and pushing that elf towards me so I can wring its neck?" Harry asked in a deceptively calm voice, Harry was in no way a fan of attacking house elves but when the elf in question was at least partly responsible for him getting kidnapped, tied to a stone and forced to help the worst dark lord of all time rise up, then he could make an exception. Especially since she hadn't been ordered to do this, she willingly chose this.
"Perhaps later." Voldemort said before he turned to Macnair and walked forwards before stopping in front of him. "Your arm, Macnir." He said in a soft voice.
"T...thank you, my lord." Macnir breathed as he held up his stump.
"The other one." Voldemort hissed impatiently.
"O...oh..." Macnair gulped as he lowered his stump and held up his left arm. Voldemort smirks before grabbing the arm and placing the tip of his wand against Macnair's dark mark. Macnair winces but does not move.
"How many will come? And how many will be foolish enough to stay away?" Voldemort wondered.
"Elf, do you realise what you've done?" Harry asked Winky while Voldemort was distracted. "You've just brought back the most dangerous dark lord of all time!"
"Winky does not care! Winky will get revenge on you, bad boy! You sent both of Winky's masters to bad wizard prison!" She hissed at him.
"And you betrayed your master!" Harry hissed back at her, nearly descending into parsletounge.
"Winky did not!"
"Barty Crouch Sr was known to hate dark wizards, and what you've just done is bring back the darkest one!" Harry spat, Winky paused before a look of horror came onto her face. "He sent his own son to Azkaban for associating with him, what do you think he would do to you?" Harry couldn't help but add.
Any further response was cut off by the sound of hissing, Harry and Winky turned to see a large, green snake, roughly twelve feet long and as thick as a man's thigh, slither out from behind the gravestone. The snake stopped in front of Harry and raised its head so it was looking it dead in the eye.
"The child speaker." It said, cocking its head to the side. "My name is Nagini."
"Harry Potter." Harry replied, as he looked between the snake and Voldemort who had stepped past Macnir.
"Ah, I see you've met my familiar." Voldemort said as he gestured to Nagini.
"Familiar?" Harry asked in a soft voice as he looked at Nagini. "Hmm, she's strong, beautiful."
"That she is." Voldemort agreed, before his face turned more serious. "you sit on the remains of my filthy muggle father, he was weak. Much like how I expected you to be, but you've proved me wrong, oh how you've proved me wrong over the years."
"My...my lord...you...you're a halfblood?!" Macnair blurted out in shock.
"Obliviate." Voldemort said in a casual voice as he flicked his wand in Macnair's direction without looking and Macnair's knowledge of Voldemort's heritage was immediately removed from his mind. "Hmm, perhaps we should talk more about that subject later, in private. I...ah...they've arrived." Voldemort said with a small grin.
Less than five seconds later several wizards apparated in, they were all dressed in full death eater clothing, black robes with silver masks covering their faces.
"Welcome, my friends." Voldemort said as he walked forwards and stopped in-between the death eaters that were surrounding him in a circle, Harry couldn't see their faces but he could tell that the death eaters were somewhere in-between disbelief and fear. "Welcome, welcome all, to my glorious return. Thirteen years, yet here you come, here you stand...as if it was only yesterday. This is a happy occasion, at least it should be for all of you, I personally find myself...disappointed. Look at you all, happy and well fed, you probably still all have those bed warmers that you call wives. Money? Oh yes, you all likely have that as well. You've lived such wonderful lives, yet...none of you tried to find me."
"Master!" One death eater cried as he dropped to the floor. "Please! Please forgive us!" The death eater begged, only to be hit by a cruciatus curse.
"Get up, Avery." Voldemort said in a cold voice, he waited until the death eater had returned to his spot before he continued speaking. "You've abandoned me for thirteen years and yet you expect forgiveness? That's adorable. You still have to pay your debts before you can even think of asking for forgiveness.
"I...I returned." Macnair spoke as he stood up.
"Yes, yes you did." Voldemort said as he moved towards Macnir, it looked like he glided to him. "And Voldemort rewards his followers." Voldemort waved his wand and a silver liquid appeared and a hand formed where Macnir's stump used to be.
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