Chapter 11: Crucio
Chapter 11: Crucio
“I trust Malfoy that you have learned something new about Dumbledores… guest”
The man in question winced, his eyes flashing with anger, his hands clasped tightly around his ebony cane as he carefully resisted the urge to curse Voldemort to the seventh circle of hell… Or Wisconsin, which was rumoured to be just as bad.
“I have been endeavouring to confirm the young lady’s identity however…” Malfoys eyes glowed, actually managing to turn red with sheer anger. Voldemort was mildly impressed, “the Goblins are taking direct action against any they see interfering in what they consider to be their business. For whatever reason, they do consider the girl to be their business”
“That…” the voice hissed darkly, “is in itself significant. Tell me, exactly how are they taking action?”
“They have frozen my accounts and ordered a full audit…” Malfoy spat out, his cane creaking and cracking under the pressure his hands were exerting. “I even had the muggle Inland Revenue Service visiting and they shouldn’t even have been able to find my house… one of those BLASTED Goblins lead them straight to my door!”
“A Goblin lead muggles to your house?” the voice asked, darkly amused, “tell me, did the scum not find the presence of a Goblin odd?”
Malfoy frowned, “now that you mention it, no they didn’t. In fact, they didn’t seem to notice it was a Goblin…”
“Tell me,” the voice was threatening now, but Malfoy was to angry to notice or care, “if you have no money, how do you intend to acquire that artefact I asked you for?”
“Well, I bloody well cant, can I?”
Malfoys sense of self-preservation had been atrophied for years, pushed aside and overwhelmed by his naked desire for power. Still, every now and then that little sense managed to shout loud enough for Malfoy himself to actually notice.
Now was one of those times.
‘I didn’t really just say that to Lord Voldemort did I?’
‘Appears I did, damn’
“Crucio! Crucio! Crucio!”
‘I may just have angered him too… It may just be time to flee the country. Thank God for Swiss bank accounts. Oh hell, he’ll find me through the mark…. Just way did I agree to that thing in the first place?’
Apparently it’s a distortion of truth, a forced change of an individual or a groups perception of existence, an inaccurate shift in the way ones mind’s eye views existence, an attack on the senses ability to sense the world accurately…
A thousand and one different, yet meaningless and useless definitions.
None of them ‘feel’ right, though a few feel close, or perhaps I should say, as close as a human language can get to ‘truth’
Whatever that means.
Perhaps it’s a result of the power I took, but occasionally I have these thoughts, they feel like they are mine but the words, the meaning behind them seems to rest upon knowledge I myself do not have.
I know there are non-human languages of course, even the trolls have a language, coarse as it is and they certainly aren’t human, but when that thought came though my head the feeling around the phrase non-human was almost… non-earthy.
Perhaps in a way, this is the point; I do not have the words to describe what I mean.
Does it all come down to that?
I have the instinct but not the understanding, therefore… I have the ability but the control eludes me. It’s difficult to describe, to say, even to write down as I am now.
Hermione suggested this diary, bless her. She’s scary as hell in a nice way, always researching, always curious, very Ravenclaw really… until you look into your eyes and you see the fierce protectiveness inside, the strong instinct the look after her own. That’s a mothers instinct, but its perhaps best I didn’t mention that to her. She is a confusion of beings, a student, a teacher, a mother and a warrior, yes, a warrior all rolled into one.
Harry… Well, ‘Warrior’ doesn’t fit, soldier certainly doesn’t. Perhaps Paladin? Maybe Champion… I don’t know.
Ron, now he’s easy to classify, he is a heart, one of those rare individuals who will do whatever it takes not just to keep their friends alive but laughing and happy too. A good person.
Ginny… she’s tasted the dark, there is no doubt about that, and has become the wiser for it; that is perhaps a good thing. That Voldemort may just have been a fragment of the full soul but still, it was intimately connected to her when it was defeated, like Harry she will most likely have been marked but it even if the others insist they have seen no signs of change. There will be, such things seem to take time to become evident and whatever else you might wish to say about her, she is still only a child.
The others… well, they are there own people and I digress.
I should be talking about power and illusion, but how can I talk about it when I truly do not understand the nature of the power I have?
You can give me all the homilies you like, I have heard ‘power corrupts’ so many times… but they do not help me understand, they are merely warnings.
Can I truly learn control if I do not understand or merely the illusion of it, pun not intended.
And yet, I must have control, otherwise…
Well, having seen Jareth in action, perhaps an appropriate phrase would be ‘nuclear bomb with a random number generator tied to the detonator circuit and the safeties disabled’.
As such, merely a matter of time till the… detonation, the loss of control.
That would not be funny at all.
Is that the point?
That power, homilies aside, is dangerous? Can the point really be as simple as, its not a game, its all deadly serious?
I do not know, all I know is that I have a long way to go, and a lot of questions to answer before I will be ready to leave here, assuming events do not force my hand.