I'm A Slave For You-Chp87

I'M A SLAVE FOR YOU

No sooner did everyone manage to even get their head around what was going on, than the tall, menacing figure of the mass murderer Voldemort come into view, followed behind by the ratty-looking Wormtail and his little small army of Death Eaters, Lucius excluded since he was already arrested and placed in Azkaban. His serpentine eyes scanned through the room and growled deeply in his throat at the sight of everyone present, but mostly towards the members of the Ministry. Some tried to make a run for it to other exits within the room but they were blocked by the Death Eaters when they apparated to the exit doors, brandishing their wand at them before they could.

Voldemort towered over the Ministry members with an air of pure contempt and anger. Cornelius wanted to brandish out his wand and deliver the first blow but was disarmed immediately with Voldemort's wandless magic.

"Well, then my fellow ministers and guests, I am glad that you are all present," Voldemort's hissing menacing voice sent shivers to anyone who heard it. "I'd hate it if no one is here to tell me that somehow I have been used!"

The Death Eaters muttered disapprovingly at the Ministry while everyone present in the room looked like they were about to piss their pants off. No one, even the all-knowing, all-seeing Albus Dumbledore had expected that Voldemort would actually show up in person, and within the grounds of the Ministry no less.

"Oh Merlin, it's him! It's the monster!" someone tried to suppress his frightful voice. "He's actually here!"

"Damn right!" another one replied in trepidation. "Most of us here are non-purebloods. We're all gonna die~!"

"What are we gonna do?" another asked in panic. "If we don't go out there now, that creep is going to turn all of us into barbecue sauce!"

"You got any better ideas?" another hissed before a sudden bang and a flare shot past him, barely nicking his ear, to be met with Voldemort's venomous glare.

"Would you mind not talking as if I'm not here? So rude. Now, to the matter at hand…" Voldemort waved a wand to levitate everyone else's wands and brought them to him. "I heard from my trusted spy here that apparently I have actually been in service to the Ministry since the day I was born. Apparently I have been groomed to be an assassin for the Ministry since birth until their plans got a little haywire. Would someone explain it to me properly?"

The Ministry members started exchanging glances, looking a little hesitant, as if they were debating amongst themselves whether or not to confirm the truth. Should they say it out loud for him? Or give hints that it was true, or in their case, not true? Or should they just outright deny altogether? They looked like they were worried that if they let the cat out of the bag, everyone present in this room would find out and they would end up losing the case, if there were any case to be had since they're more or less Voldemort's hostages. They didn't know what to do, so they just held their tongue.

"Why are you hesitant?" Voldemort's voice hit them icily on their ears and through their thumping hearts. "Are you afraid that you will hurt my little feelings? Well, guess what? I am a little hurt right about now!!"

So saying, he swished his wand towards a nearby pedestal and blew it into a million pieces, making everyone gasp in horror. Voldemort chuckled deep in his throat.

"Now, will someone please shed some light in the dark here," Voldemort grabbed a random Ministry member and aimed his wand at her head, "or do I have to kill someone to get the answers?"

"Please, do not be rash," Albus tried to take control of the situation. "We have all the paperwork right here. If you would just read them…"

"I don't care about paperwork, old man!!" Voldemort hissed. "I want to hear it straight from the horse's mouth!! Am I or am I not being used by the Ministry for their little games?!"

No one from the Ministry dared to respond. Voldemort growled and blasted the head of the woman he had with an Exploding Curse before grabbing the next one.

"Come on. I don't have much patience here."

Still no reply, even though there were a few of them who were starting to cry and sob at the horrifying scene they had just witnessed.

"And they call me a monster," Voldemort growled and did the same with the person in his hand before reaching towards Dolores Umbridge.

"No! No! Stop!" the fat lady squealed as Voldemort held fast onto her, wincing as she felt the wand on her temple. "Do you know who I am? You can't do this to me! I am the Under Secretary of…"

"I don't give a damn if you're Merlin's old wife. I want some answers!"

"Alright! Alright, you win! It's true!"

"Dolores!" Cornelius frowned disapprovingly but was shot with Voldemort's glare.

"Shut up, you old bag of bones!" Dolores squeaked at Cornelius. "I'm not about to die for you like the rest of this sorry buggers! I'm telling! Yes, yes, it's true! You were groomed to be our assassin from the very beginning!"

"Really now?" Voldemort grinned with satisfaction, then using his wand, made a mass Levitation spell to make all the Ministry members sit right in the middle of the room, then with a wave of wandless magic, forced the rest of the crowd to one side before making his way to the pedestal that was occupied by Albus, smashed it to smithereens with his wand and circled around the petrified Ministry members. "Well then, don't stop. Do continue. And I want to hear the truth! No fabrications, no nothing! I don't want you to tell me just to humour me or whatever; I want the cold, hard truth!"

"I…It's because of a prophecy," Dolores continued, "m…made during the time when Faris 'Spout-Hole' Spavin was in office, about…about that boy Harry James Potter and that Draco Malfoy who will be the mother of the children who will unite Muggles and the wizarding world into one nation. Th…The person who made the prophecy was a very powerful Seer with accuracies of 100%, a very rare breed that happens only once every century. She did not s-s-say when will it happen, and we didn't know which specific family target or timeline we should watch out for."

"Dolores!" Cornelius said between clenched teeth.

"Oh, will you can it, old man?!" John Dawlish ribbed him. "We are in the middle of a life and death situation, there's no time for pride! We gotta tell him what we know!"

"B-B-But…" Cornelius was trying to gesture the rest of the crowd that was listening right now but the Ministry members were too fearful for their lives to care about that any longer.

"The prophecy is only known to the highest authority of the Ministry of Magic. Everyone else in the building does not know," John continued. "And it had been passed down from one generation of highest authority to another, mostly to the acting Head Ministers of the office first, since that day. First it was Faris, then it was Nobby Leach, then Milicent Bagnold and finally down to Cornelius."

"W-W-We couldn't a-a-allow th-th-that," Cornelius finally gave in. "Not after what the Muggles did to our people during the witch hunt, the worst being the one in Salem. And w-w-we can't forget the times where those Muggles often misused our powers for their benefits while we're left for naught. Why did you think we live in this world of seclusion from the Muggles in the first place?"

"Believe me, young man, you weren't the first of many assassins we tried to recruit to stop that prophecy," Barty Crouch Sr. spouted. "You're not that special."

"Oh, really now?" Voldemort loomed over him. "How exactly did you fare without me, hmm?"

"We had secret hired arms to deal with the non-purebloods based on the identity of Potter being either a blood-traitor or a non-pureblood," Ludo Bagman said timidly. "And we tried to establish a strong connection with the Malfoy family to ensure that they are on our side and that we are both on each other's take so that they could have a well-established pureblood lineage and not end up affiliated to any non-purebloods or cursed creatures of any kind. I mean who would want someone to bring the nation together be descended by a werewolf? Does that not disgust you?"

"Yes, and thank goodness your lackey Wormtail helped us with aborting the abomination growing in that Potter child, ugh!" Dolores let out a shiver of disgust. "He'd be the last person I'd approve to nurture someone who brings the nation together and spell our downfall."

Voldemort turned to Wormtail who started cowering away from him.

"I…I can explain, Master…" Wormtail trembled in his words.

"You found the boy…" Voldemort treaded towards him, his body emitting a very angry, venomous aura. "…and you never brought him back?!"

"I didn't mean to…I mean, I didn't…"

"Traitor! Now you will die!"

Wormtail let out a frightful squeak and made a run for it, turning into his Rat Animagus to try and scurry away, but Bellatrix had beat him to the punch. He had not counted on this deranged woman having no sense of fear for rats like most women do as he fell into her mercy, his tail yanked up by her and was squirming and dangling upside down in her hand as she handed the rat to Voldemort. Voldemort used his wand to hit a pressure point and forced Wormtail to revert to his human self, cowering beneath his feet.

"Master…Master, please forgive me~! I didn't mean to…I…I just don't want you to hurt the boy anymore…!"

"You dare defy me!" Voldemort snarled. "Your orders were to bring the boy back to me if you find him! You swore your allegiance to me! You swore to serve me! Don't you forget that it was me who took you in when no one else would, Wormtail!"

"M…My n…name is…P…Peter Pettigrew…" Wormtail stuttered, looking up at him with whatever last defiance and pride he had as a human being. "And Harry…is…is my friend…!"

"Then you are nothing more than garbage."

So saying, Voldemort waved his wand and shouted out a spell that materialized black tendrils of aura from underground. It picked Wormtail up and pinned him against the wall and, with another wave of the wand, sent the tendrils crawling slowly and painfully into his skin through his veins, piercing them out in tiny rose thorn-like spikes and tearing through his clothes. The whole courtroom could hear his agonized screams, but were frozen in horror to do anything. Blood began to trickle and drip all over the floor as the tendrils crawled closer and closer towards his face, wrapping itself within the veins and the inner walls of the skin of the rest of their bodies. Voldemort chuckled long and low as he watched Wormtail being tortured beyond mercy. After what seemed like forever, Wormtail was soon in shreds all over the place as the tendrils exploded within him, bursting every single vein it had crawled into, his brains, body parts, entrails, bones and almost anything that made a person's body sprawled all over the floor in a bloody pool of mess. Some screamed when the blood got onto them, but most of them were just too horrified to even react.

"Sorry for the momentary interruption," Voldemort said casually as he wiped the blood that got onto him and licked it clean. "Now where were we?"

"W-W-Well, the hired arms we secretly called in were not getting anywhere," Barty Crouch Sr. continued. "They've got every non-pureblood they could think of but not one that lead us to the Potters. We have also spoilt the Malfoys rotten but still they associated themselves with the dark and its creatures, so we had to think of someone concrete, someone that would really be under our wing yet has no ties with us."

"And we found you, through your mother," Pius Thicknesse cut in. "Your mother and her family were descended from a long line of wizard mercenaries. Your mother was a Gaunt, and the Gaunts have been in service under many kings and queens for many generations and their ancestors were students to many of Merlin's own apprentices he had trained to be wizards and witches. And your father Tom Riddle Sr., as much as a Muggle he may be, is possibly the richest, most powerful and most influential man that had ever run his part of town, so we had faith in him to raise you properly until we take you under your wing…"

"Well, we all know how it turned out, didn't we?!" Voldemort roared. "You sent me to a man who think of me as a freak and abused me like a fucking rag doll! Every day! Every day and every hour and every minute and every second of my fucking life, I was bludgeoned into believing that I am nothing but a freak of nature, a being born from Hell and a creature that shouldn't even exist! That my mother was a whore and succubus that robbed him of a chance to marry a proper woman because of me! How's that for a good plan, huh?!"

"W-W-Well, look at the b-b-bright s-s-side…" Cornelius stammered. "Y-Y-You turn out alright, right? S-S-Sure, y-y-you ended up killing your father and your adopted father, but at least y-y-you served your purpose. You have to admit that our ideology was r-r-right, right? I-I-I mean, those degenerate non-purebloods had it coming, a-a-and the Muggles do not deserve to be graced w-w-with our existence…a-a-and don't forget that it was th-th-thanks to us, you continued to elude the law…"

"I never asked for it!!" Voldemort jabbed his wand at Cornelius' gut. "I never asked for it! NEVER!! I don't serve anybody any more than I serve manipulative scumbags like you!! I am who I am: Tom Marvolo Riddle a.k.a. Voldemort, mass murderer extraordinaire, and I'm damn proud of it! I did what I did because I wanted to do it, because of the wretched non-purebloods and half-breeds that are nothing but a sick, twisted reminder of what I was! Not because you ordered me to do it! I don't even care about whatever prophecy or whatever ideology it is that you sick bastards are upholding! It's none of my fucking business!! I don't fucking serve the Ministry or anyone else like a fucking dog!! You used me, assholes, you used me!! Nobody uses Voldemort! NOBODY!!"

It dawned to everyone in the courtroom that Voldemort was no longer into his sick twisted games of keeping everyone in their toes. He was mad, extremely mad, and he was out for blood. They all prayed in their terrified little hearts that someone—anyone—would come to their rescue as they were trapped and in his mercy, their wands beyond their reach.

"Now I will show you what is it like to fuck with me!"

Using his wand, he picked all the Ministry members one by one, letting them float in the midair as he cast the same spell that he had cast onto Wormtail. Once more, the people witnessed in horror as the black tendrils crawled through the veins of every single member of the Ministry of Magic, their agonized screams echoed throughout the whole room. Even with the commotion outside and the Death Eaters holding out onto the exits, barring anyone from coming in or going out, nothing was more deafening than the screams and wails of pain and agony as they begged for mercy, for someone to help save them from their torture.

Albus tried to use the opportunity of Voldemort distracted with torturing the Ministry members to accio his wand with wandless magic, but unfortunately the monster wasn't as distracted as the old man thought he would as he used wandless magic to stop Albus in his tracks before the latter could spell out an attack. Raising the old man to the same height as the Ministry members, Voldemort clenched his fists slowly and tightly, and Albus could suddenly feel his spine breaking one by one in a torturous pace. Voldemort then did another hand motion and turned his hand clockwise, then counter-clockwise, with Albus' body contorting along with it, the old man letting out moans and groans of pain. Later, without warning, Voldemort unclenched his hands abruptly, causing the old man's back to burst inside out, his spine actually shattered like a glass smashed onto the ground as fragments of it along with his blood flew out at all directions in crimson red. His blood—large amounts of it—splattered aimlessly, staining his whole body as he choked, more blood gurgled out of his every facial orifice before Voldemort laughed out menacingly and waved his hand, throwing him headlong into one of the seats of the courtroom.

"Now," Voldemort turned to the Ministry members whose voices were going hoarse from all the screaming. "Who should I eliminate first and put them out of their misery? You?" he turned to Ludo, "Or you?" he looked jeeringly at Dolores, "Or maybe you?" he turned to Cornelius, "Hmm…Nope, I'm not going to make it that easy for you. I'm saving you, the best, for last."

With one downward flick of his arm, everyone except Cornelius exploded, ending the same way as Wormtail did as he turned the entire courtroom into a bloodbath. More people were screaming in fear as they cowered against each other, praying for dear life that their lives be spared from this. The commotion got even louder outside beyond the courtroom but somehow, the Death Eaters managed to get hold of some very powerful wards to keep them out and everyone else in. Voldemort then circled slowly around Cornelius who was still hung in midair with the black tendrils literally filling up every vein in his body, his skin impaled with the spikes like a human cactus. After being satisfied with the view, Voldemort made the tendrils disappear, as if they had never been there, minus the thousands of tiny bleeding holes that leaked out of the Minister's body. Leaving him there hanging, he grinned upward at him and licked the blood that trickled down the older man's fingers.

"How does it feel, Minister?" Voldemort hissed. "How does it feel to be at the mercy of your little protégé assassin, eh? How does it feel like to experience my handiwork that I have done to so many of the targets that you have so-called 'sent' me to do, eh? Riveting, isn't it? How do you like me now? You proud of me yet, of your little protégé?"

Before the poor guy could reply, a greenish aura blasted onto Voldemort, flinging him backwards. Voldemort's concentration of his spell was broken and made Cornelius fall onto the floor abruptly like a sack of potatoes. Voldemort almost got the air knocked out of him when his body hit one of the pedestals and tried to surged back upright, only to freeze on the spot by a powerful and cold bluish aura, ice climbing up to his waist. He struggled to move, but in vain.

"What the…That's impossible!! Who did…?"

There was a huge blinding flash and a loud blast, like someone who just let loose a pack of C4 or TNT as the exits blew open one by one. Sounds of tearing, slashing and cracking were throughout the whole courtroom as one by one, the Death Eaters were all mysteriously subdued, screaming bloody murder. Some people fell backwards by the impact but most of the blow was avoided, as if it was meant for the Death Eaters. Within moments, everyone was starting to run for the exits as a group of middle-age men and women followed behind by a strawberry-blonde made their entrance.

"Take Dumbledore and Fudge to the infirmary," one of the men gestured someone in the courtroom to tend to Albus and Cornelius as he made his way to the struggling Voldemort. "Well, well, Riddle. We meet at last."

"Who the hell are you?!" Voldemort demanded, trying to use his wandless magic to break free from the ice but it still would not budge.

"Oh, you'll know soon enough," another man smiled mysteriously at him.

The strawberry-blonde's wand was the last thing Voldemort saw before he was knocked out cold.