 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
"So.." he mused, twisting his wand in his bone-like thin fingers as he circled around Darrin slowly. "You thought using Kristi Snape's sense of pity toward you, would buy you time away from me? Foolish child!" he spat, focusing the core of his wand entirely on darrin. "Crucio."
The pain was unlike anything he had ever experience under the wrath of Lord Voldemort. The earlier incident could compare nought to this. Screaming in agony, he clutched at his head and brought it down onto his knees, trying to block the sound from his ears, the sight of Voldemort from his eyes.
Distantly, he could hear a voice trailing off, slowly,
"This time, I shall have to give you less self-control, less power over what you do and dont do. I will be in your mind, Darrin Fletcher, night and day untill you bring me my insolent daughter and that wrecthed traitor who has made her filth with his hands. For now, this shall have to do....Imperio.."
That was all Darrin recollected of doing willingly, as the Imperius Curse overtook him and he was led out of the manor and back into Hogwarts. |