MM: It's Time To Fight

[Amorentia]

Whatever Casey Weasley did, Penelope felt like a completely different person. There was an animalistic quality that was unleashed inside her of her. Without the barrage of emotions doubled over, she was single minded in focus on her intent to destroy. She knew the risks, but it was past time to back out. It was time to fight. Even if she didn't make it out, she was going to take down twice as many as could take her down to do all she could to ensure success for the endeavour as a whole. There was still concern for everyone around her who she loved, but she was able to see past the vision of them as empty corpses, to see the wands in their hands, or rows of razor sharp teeth in their mouths. Everyone here knew the risks. Like her, they assumed them, knowing the reasons to fight were more important that self preservation. She tried to make her way around, hugging friends and loved ones, before she put her arms around her new husband.  

"Are you ready?" She asked.

 

Blaise smoothed two hands over her long hair. "As ready as I'll ever be."

 

"In it to win it." She said putting her fist out.

 

He laughed giving pressing his fist into hers. "In it to win it." Then he opened his hand to take hold of her fist. "If something goes sour and I don't pull this off, get yourself out of there. Promise me, Peni."

 

Penelope smiled confidently. "I know I'll do what is best when it comes to it."

 

Blaise tightened his lips shaking his head. Looking over her he said, "Be careful."

 

She silenced him with a deep kiss. With some last words from the Pack, and a hug to Sam, Penelope turned to Blaise.

 

"I'll be right there with you," She said.

 

"I know." Blaise replied. She could see the resignation in his eyes. He loved her and didn't want her to be there. Events turned last night. Blaise begged her not to fight. They argued. She won, which is why she was here.

 

With a signal from Kingsley that it was time, he drank the potion. Blaise shrunk in size, features bubbling like wax as his skin turned from Bronze to Ivory, hair becoming longer and strait. By the time the potion was finished, Blaise Zabini stood the perfect image of Tom Riddle.

 

"Ready son?" Kingsley asked.

 

The look Blaise gave him made Penelope chuckle. It was the perfect Tom Riddle sneer. He was already getting into character. With one last look around at the people she loved, she disillusioned herself. 

 

"We'll be awaiting your signal," Kingsly said.

 

After sliding her fingers through her husbands hand, with a loud crack she and Blaise in disguise as Tom Riddle apparated to the cave to lure the enemy out.

 

Penelope's hand clapped over her mouth as she saw the second of the caves appear in front of them. The inhabitants of both caves merged for the arrival of the Dark Lord. Word of his coming to lead them to their revenge, sparked sympathy for the course as some emptied deep pockets. Joining the group were fresh Wizard's and more hired Vampire's. Blaise as Tom Riddle stood still until the cave fell quite. Blaise didn't miss a beat. He know more now that ever what was at stake. Coming so close to having everything he ever wanted, he wasn't letting it slip away. Not if he could help it.

 

"You have done well," Blaise hissed using one of Tom Riddle's well known grimaces. "I am pleased to see such dedication."

 

Blaise as Tom Riddle pierced the eyes of every standing man with a penetrating stare.

 

A tall Wizard stepped forward, "Why should we please you? Who are you to think......."

 

With a hissed Killing Curse the Wizard dropped dead before he could finishes his speech. Blaise pointed at another Wizard, "Do you wish to finish that thought?" Blaise as Riddle accused. "I see your thoughts." With another hiss the Wizard about to object fell dead.

 

In a fluid movement Blaise flourished his wand in the poetic way Lord Voldemort did at his most deadly. He had been right, Penelope thought. Knowing Tom personally, he was the right person for this job.

 

"There is decent here," Blaise as Riddle said. A Wizard crumbled screaming under the Cruciatus Curse. Releasing the torture with a smile Blaise flicked his eyes to a bright eyed Wizard. "As well as there is faithfulness. Devoted faithfulness. You have been patient standing your posts with unfailing devotion. It has been difficult. But you have grown stronger, more powerful. Today your award awaits you. You have lacked the leadership to harness you strength. until now." Blaise as Riddle bowed. "Here we stand, the Wizarding world ours to take. Will you follow me to claim all that you deserve? To take from those who have robbed you of what is rightfully yours?"

 

Penelope watched closely the reaction of those listening. The Wizard's stood in the front as the organizers of this crew. Detached from the diatribe were the hired Vampire's awaiting orders.

 

There was a certain amount of pride she felt watching her husband. Pouring more honey over the trap for the men, Blaise as Riddle laid the bait then addressing the Vampires directly. The smoothness with which he deceived make her tingle. Watching him drop men with one flick of her wand for her was insatiable. He was the strong man she needed. She loved him for it.

 

In her mind she watched, taking stock of the group - marking targets and making notes in her head to empty to the Pack and the Cullen's when she arrived.

 

"You, the Immortal, desire two things. Wealth for your immeasurable life, and food for your limitless appetite. But I can give your more. Power. A life where you don't have to drift from location to location, but you can live in the open being able to feed as you need from the Muggle population."

 

Blaise as himself laid the foundation for what they now bought from himas Riddle - hook, line, and sinker. He spun a web of lies ensnaring the hearts of the enemy like only Lord Voldemort  could. He he had them, he laid the fake plans for their attack to wipe out the Wizarding Village below. As they rallied, thanking their "Dark Lord" for all he was giving them, Penelope climbed the rocks poised to send her patronus to the waiting warriors. "They're coming. They have brought friends. Lots of them."

 

Silently making her way down she took a a hold of Blaise's robes. He leaned against her hand. There was no need to say more. She closed her eyes seeing the Shaman holding her baby in the air. They both knew why they fought. Wizard's grabbed hold of untransformed Werewolves. At Blaise as Riddle's signal they apparated into the trap.

 

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