'How is it so damn hard to get information on one filthy little mudblood!' growled Rabastan. Evan let out a sigh, 'She did have amnesia... if there was any information, I doubt it would be here.' Michum let out a scoff, 'We have to find out something, anything or the dark lord-' 'We should've been free of him by now.' Caius interrupted, 'I don't understand how we can still be following the likes of that - that ... there isn't quite a word to describe what he is, is there?' 'We have no choice! You know that! Hogsmeade was a warning to our parents for even thinking they could defect!' Evan fumed. 'I'm just saying at this point we're dead if we stay and dead if we leave... isn't the higher chance of surviving... leaving... ?' Caius questioned hesitantly. Rabastan opened his mouth to reply only to close it immediately upon noticing the appearance of the redheaded mudblood. The four of them got to their feet and narrowed their eyes at the girl. 'What do you want, mudblood!?' spat Michum venomously. Lily smirked as she narrowed her eyes back, 'Well, that's not nice, now is it? I came all the way here to tell you information anyone could possibly have on Ara Lovella and you call me a mudblood.' She snarked. Rabastan tilted his head as he curiously studied her, 'Why would you willingly tell us anything?' Lily rolled her eyes, 'I'm tired of you guys harassing and sending the Gryffindors to the Hospital. Especially after what you guys did to Peter, the first years are too terrified to even leave the common room now and I can't study with all the whining!' Evan snorted, 'Relax, tell us what you know... and we give you our word that we'll leave your little first years alone, you'll get all the studying time you need!' Lily smiled, 'Deal!'
'Welcome, Thaddeus.' Fleamont beamed, 'Fleamont, how have you been?' Smirked Thaddeus. Abraxas looked back and forth from one to another, puzzled, 'When did you two get on a first name basis?' Fleamont snorted as Thaddeus snarked back, 'Not long after Orion tried to blacklist me from society.' Ara let out a quiet little laugh as she whispered to Fleamont, 'You didn't tell them that on purpose, didn't you?' Fleamont gave her a little mischievous wink, 'How else were they gonna work things out.' He whispered back, amused at Orion's glare directed at him. 'Dinner is ready, right this way!' Euphemia announced, leading the way to the dining room. After a delicious dinner and pleasant conversations were had, Orion, a man who wastes no time at all, cleared his throat before asking, 'Have you come to a decision Thaddeus?' Thaddeus took another sip from his glass before stating, 'I have...' 'And?' Abraxas questioned. Thaddeus tilted his head slightly from side to side as if pondering over his answer one more time, 'Unfortunately for me, I deem it a great matter of importance in ridding the world of that future...' He let out a heavy sigh, 'I will do it.' Alphard let out a snort, 'You really took the long way round to say yes.' Thaddeus sent him a small subtle glare, as others tried their best not to snicker. 'Anyways, If I -' Thaddeus was caught off from an owl swooping into the dining room and landing next to the leftover Beef Wellington. Sirius smirked, 'Good thing I left the window open.' Waiting for his praises, only to pout when the others just snorted at him amused. James quickly untied the letter and scanned it before handing it to his mother.
Euphemia opened the letter and read as everyone watched, full of curiosity. She let out a gasp before looking up at everyone, 'It's from Mrs. Pettigrew, Peter was attacked and is in St. Mungos!' Everyone remained silent as they went through a wave of emotions, Ara looked back at Euphemia, 'Did the letter say who did it?' Euphemia cast her a hesitant look before shaking her head, Ara furrowed her brows, 'But it did say something else... didn't it?' Swallowing the lump in her throat, Euphemia reluctantly mumbled out, 'He had a-a name carved into his stomach...' 'Who's?' chorused the group. 'Mine.' Ara answered for Euphemia, 'Right?' Euphemia nodded, 'His memories were erased... completely. He remembers nothing, not even his own name.' Ara sank down in her seat, pondering. After a few minutes, she looked back at Thaddeus. 'I know what information you can use to gain favor with Tom.' She spoke.
'CRUCIO!' Voldemort bellowed as he tortured another of the Ministry employees. She screamed and thrashed around violently, but Voldemort carried on watching in amusement. How is it no one could bring him the information he needed! Who was she!? A knocking sound echoed, drawing him out of his thoughts and causing him to release his spell, 'Enter!' Orson Lestrange scurried his way to the center of the room, stopping beside the whimpering mess of a woman laying on the ground. Lestrange bowed deeply before he whispered out, 'M-My Lord... My son has written to me, after another day of relentlessly searching for any information on the girl -' 'AND!?' Voldemort snapped, furious at how long he's taking. 'S-She -' He was suddenly cut off from the woman on the ground who appeared to gain enough strength to beg and plead for him to save her. 'SILENCE!' Voldemort yelled, getting to his feet. Lestrange flinched, and Voldemort turned his dangerous gaze to him, 'Cut out her tongue!' The woman began screaming as she tried her hardest to crawl away, Lestrange paled as he hesitantly grabbed onto her and held her down. 'NOW!' Voldemort yelled, 'Or I'll cut out yours!' All hesitance left him, as he pried her mouth open and using his wand sliced her tongue clean off with a 'Diffindo.' Voldemort sat back down pleased as the woman began to choke and gurgle on her own blood, 'Continue.' He demanded, waving his hand impatiently.
'S-She was secretive... kept to a close group of friends, would disappear most nights and not return until the next day. Even though she was supposed to have amnesia she was very skilled in all her classes and she got close to a Slytherin boy -' 'Who!?' 'T-The Crouch boy, My Lord.' 'And the group?' 'They called themselves the Marauders... J-James P-Potter, Sirius B-Black and a R-Remus Lupin. It is said there was another boy but -' Lestrange was interrupted by another knock echoing through the room, the two turned to look at the door as Voldemort snapped annoyed, 'Enter!' Thorfinn Rowle entered the room before striding his way to the center, stopping next to Lestrange and bowing deeply. 'My Lord, you have a visitor. Lord Thaddeus Nott.' Voldemort tilted his head, curious, 'Bring him.' Rowle nodded his head in acknowledgement, 'Yes, My lord.' Turning on the spot he quickly left the room, but just as soon as he left, he'd returned with a Lord Nott following his lead. 'Leave us.' Voldemort demanded with a wave of his hand, 'And take her!' Rowle quickly grabbed the woman and tossed her over his shoulder as he and Lestrange left the room to their Lord and Nott. Voldemort eyed him curiously before getting out of his seat and stalking toward him, as if a predator would to its prey. 'I thought you didn't want to be involved, Lord Nott... so what brings you here?' He hissed out. Thaddeus did his best to remain composed and calm his fast beating heart, 'I don't believe in the pureblood bullshit, that will always remain true... however -' However?' Voldemort questioned with a raised brow. 'However, I do believe an order must be established and I would like a return of our ways. Afterall, if you were to go to France you wouldn't demand the French to speak english... you'd learn french! Muggleborns seemed to think otherwise.'
Voldemort circled him letting out a scoff, 'And why now? What's changed your mind?' Thaddeus swallowed, anxiously, 'I've learned my son has decided to join you -' 'Ah, Theodolphus, yes, he is quite... vicious. Really hates them mudbloods with a passion.' Voldemort whispered with a smirk, cutting him off. Thaddeus suppressed a flinch at the mention of his son' mentality, 'I would like to join your cause, we may disagree on somethings but at the end of the day our goals align.' Voldemort stopped in front of him, with a sharp narrow gaze. 'I don't believe you.' He hissed as he slid out his wand and aimed it at his throat, Thaddeus immediately spoke in a panic, 'I have information on the girl you seek!' Voldemort faltered, 'And what's stopping me from ripping it out of your head myself!' he countered. Thaddeus looked back at him confidently, 'You could. But there are certain spells that no Legilimens like yourself could ever pass, my sources will forever remain anonymous. I am of more use to you, fully functional.' Voldemort studied him for a few moments before dropping his wand, 'Prove your worth!' Thaddeus took a calming breath, 'Her name is Adhara Lovella Peverell.' Voldemort stopped in his path back to his seat, before turning to look at him wide eyed, 'Peverell.' 'Yes, she is the daughter of Jameson and Lillian Peverell and the current ward of Lord Black. A half blood. Her family was attacked by some with the fanatical belief in the tales of the Hallows, leading her to apparate to the safety of Hogwarts with accidental magic.'
Voldemort tapped his long boney fingers on the arms of his chair. She was a Peverell and a parselmouth... were they close enough in relation for him to qualify? But she was also a half blood... 'Relations!?' He demanded. Thaddeus internally panicked, Ara never told him that... he did his best to think through the memories he saw. 'I believe she may be a distant cousin of yours... but for anyone else I'd have to confer with my sources.' Please! Let that be good enough! Thaddeus silently pleaded in his head. Silence filled the room, as Thaddeus anxiously stood there waiting. Voldemort shifted his gaze from the far right window onto Thaddeus, 'CRUCIO!' he suddenly bellowed with his wand aimed at him. Thaddeus dropped to the floor in agonizing pain as he writhed and screamed out. Voldemort held the spell for only fifteen seconds but it felt like a lifetime, smirking as he released the spell and stared down at him. 'Congratulations Nott! You get to live, after all I am a merciful Lord. However, you must still earn your place...' He hissed venomously. 'Find out where she goes, where she sleeps, anything and everything! You're dismissed.' Nott forced himself up onto his feet, gasping and still twitching from the aftermath of being crucio'd and stumbled his way out of the room.
Ara found herself pacing back and forth in the library, as if she was in a trance of anxiousness. Barty watched her from the armchair with concern written all over his face. Finally unable to watch any longer, he quickly stood up and came to a stop right as she turned and collided with him gently. Immediately he pulled her into an embrace, which she didn't hesitate to return. 'It'll be okay Ara, Nott can do this.' Ara let out a small sigh, 'I know. It's just... I know what Tom's like. He'll hurt him for not joining him the first time. And I can't help but feel -' 'Guilty.' She hummed in agreement, and Barty held her tighter. He gently kissed the top of her head, 'He knew the risk going in, you never forced him. You gave him an option and he took it. That's not on you, it was his decision. So whatever happens... you don't need to feel guilty. But I know, knowing you, you'll still feel that way regardless and I'll be by your side, no matter what.' Ara let out a small laugh before lifting her head up to look at him with a smile. 'BLEH!' Regulus mock gagged as he stepped into the library, ruining their little moment. 'You're lucky I found you guys and not James or Sirius!' He mumbled. Her and Barty burst into laughter, before reluctantly parting. 'What can we do for you Regulus?' Barty hissed through clenched teeth, putting on a fake smile. 'Well, I feel the love.' Regulus snarked back at him, unamused. 'Nott's back, and he's twitchy.' Ara paled, 'He got crucio'd, didn't he?' But before Regulus could even answer she was already out the door, 'She's quick when she wants to be...' Regulus mumbled. Barty rolled his eyes, as he casually threw his arm over Regulus's shoulder, 'Come on.'