![]() Lord Voldemort could be merciful, when he chose, and a quick death would be putting the boy out of his misery. Just one more tiny reason to dislike the twinkle-eyed coot and his blasé dismissal of abuses. That part was barely a whisper, barely even a memory of a memory. He knew what it was to live where you were unwanted, and to be denied any option of changing the situation. It shouldn't be too long, as the Hogwarts Express was taking all the students home today, and Potter's memories showed clearly that he was never permitted to dally with friends or stay a few days with them.Ī long buried part of him sympathized. Subtle Notice-Me-Not and Muggle-Repelling charms on the papers ensured Nagini wouldn't be noticed, and whoever kept the hedges trimmed wouldn't disturb her as she waited for Potter to return. It was in bad repair, given the general tidiness of the neighborhood, and he briefly wondered who the vandal was before shrugging the thought off and slipping through the early dawn to find a good hiding spot just past the edge of the wards in the meticulously kept shrubbery separating one side yard from the next. Possessing Nagini, he apparated them to a simple children's park down the street from where Potter lived. The day soon came for action, and with a few carefully enchanted papers and a simple sticking charm, he was ready to go. (He had the benefit of the boy's memories, after all.) He'd hardly even had to alter his initial plan. Not in any way an unsurmountable problem. Surprisingly, there were no anti-apparition wards along with all the rest, but the wards barring Death Eaters would likely keep him out as well, even second-hand through Nagini, and undoubtedly alert the mad old man and his followers if he attempted to break them. The wards around Number 4, Privet Drive had been a surprise, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. He was not about to make a similar mistake now. of their shoddy planning and execution in those cases had very much driven the point home to the survivors.) (Voldemort remembered well, from a life he preferred not to remember at all, how very devastating 'mere' muggle weapons and defenses could be.) For all that his Death Eaters had once thought his preparations unnecessarily complex, they'd accepted that he knew better than they what level of preparation was necessary after taking unexpected casualties twice (once by a muggle-born living in her birth town, and once by a muggle skeet-shooting club) when they failed to follow his precautions. It had been relatively simple to gain a great deal of information about Little Whinging - the methods and means of gathering such information well tested over the years previous to his defeat temporary set back.Īt his insistence, all raids were meticulously planned, even those against unsuspecting, powerless muggle villages. And in his darling Nagini, he had a perfect spy. After he'd recovered, he'd realized he now had an address. His brief time possessing the dratted boy in the Ministry had been painful, yes, unbearably so, but it had been fruitful as well. lingering, as he'd prefer, but it would be sufficient. He'd finally found a way to get rid of that pathetic thorn in his side. ![]()
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