Part 2
{A Week Later}
James was incredibly nervous. He tightened his tie and brushed his teeth for the fourth time today.
“Oi prongs, why have you brushed your teeth so many times today?” Sirius asked.
James lied per usual. “Just want my breath to smell nice mate.”
Sirius just nodded seeming unconvinced.
James hurried out of the room as soon as he saw it had turned four pm.
When he was making his way to the dungeons, he bumped into Pandora Rosier.
“Hey panda, I’ve actually gotta rush off you see. I’d love to talk” He said as he squeezed her shoulder.
Pandora looked at him, unimpressed. “I hope you know you can’t go back from this.” She said before walking away.
James wasn’t too shocked considering Pandora knew everything about everyone at any second.
James made his way to Barty as he tried to forget about Pandora’s words.
{𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙋𝙊𝙑}
To say Barty was scared was a very much of an understatement.
Barty tapped his shoe against the tiled floor as he waited for James.
Suddenly, the man came into view.
“James” Barty said, wiping the worry off his face.
{Two Hours Later : At The Meeting, Malfoy Manor} - 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣
As Barty and James walked in they were greeted with shocked expressions.
James and Barty just walked over and sat down next to each other.
Bellatrix gasped loudly “what is…𝙃𝙀 doing here.” She said as she pointed at James.
“He’s here the same reason you are Bella.” The room suddenly became cold. The man came in to view, Voldemort. He looked like a normal man surprisingly. Brown hair, brown eyes, fancy suit and an unforgettable gaze.
Voldemort looked at James and Barty. “Mr potter, care for a conversation in the other room?” This wasn’t a question. James had to. “Certainly, my lord.” Was the reply. He stood up, ignoring everyone’s look of shock and followed after the dark lord.
{𝙅𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑}
James stepped into the dark green decorated room. Voldemort had a fancy throne with silver snakes curled around the arms.
James didn’t engage in small talk, he knew Voldemort would hate it and James didn’t feel like dying today so he sat quietly on the chair opposite the dark lord’s as soon as he was told to.
“Mr potter, why have you decided to join the right side?” Was the first question.
James didn’t show his worry, instead he had an entirely serious, straight face. “Because I woke up and realised I’ve been fighting for the wrong side. My lord, I’ve came to the realisation that dumbledore is a filthy manipulator.”
James hoped this was good enough. Apparently, Voldemort thought so because he smirked. James knew he succeeded.
“Well, mr potter.” Voldemort stood up. “Show me what you’ve got.” He pointed towards the door with his wand, gesturing for James to walk out.
As they walked out Voldemort called all death eaters to the duelling room.
Voldemort looked at every single person. How a single man could make someone feel so worthless by just a stare, James doesn’t get.
“You will all, one by one duel mr potter until he fails.” He explained.
James wasn’t nervous. He should be but, he’s simply…not.
The first death eater, Trinity Dagger stepped up. She seemed to be eighteen-ish. She had short purple hair and she was wearing a long dark green dress.
“Nice to meet you mr potter.” She said as she bowed, so did James.
Trinity, the death eater, flicked a spell at James’ glasses to make sure they stayed on during the duel.
The duel began, green lights flashing from her wand, red coming from James’ wand.
Trinity ended up on the floor. So did Dolohov, Avery, Mulciber, Barty, Parkinson, Malfoy, Bellatrix and everyone who got thrown at James.
Regulus appeared from the clearing. Oh James’ beautiful regulus. He looks so angelic right now.
As James was fantasising about Regulus, he got hit by a spell in his leg causing him to fall.
Regulus held out his hand to help James up off the floor before he then bowed.
{𝙍𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑}
When Regulus saw James enter the meeting with Barty his stomach clenched.
Regulus was so close to throwing up when his James got called into speak with the dark lord.
He felt even sicker when he saw how easily James was taking down everyone but also sort of…turned on? It’s wrong for him to be turned on when his boyfriend his hexing people but…
Voldemort began to talk “Congratulations Regulus for taking Mr Potter down.”
Regulus felt sick again.
“Mr potter, as you have managed to take everyone down but Mr Black here, you must prove yourself by following me..” The lord said.
“Of course. Anything.” James replied as he followed after Voldemort, leaving everyone there alone with their shock.
{𝙅𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑}
James followed Voldemort into a room. The lights were off but James could hear the man screaming under his gag.
Voldemort removed the gag from the man’s mouth using a flick of his wand. The man became silent.
“Mr potter, you see, this man here killed one of our most talented members so if you want to prove yourself you’re going to have to kill him. Drag it out if you’d prefer.”
James felt ill. But not in a way that he felt bad for the man, no, in an excitement way.
“Of course my lord.” James said with a slight smirk. It was villainous.
James hit the man with a stinging hex to his eye at first, he needed to impress the lord or else him and Barty are at stake.
James then did a curse he never thought he would do. “Crucio” he said confidently. James acted calm but on the inside he was screaming at himself to stop.
The man’s screams could be heard from the entire manor.
James just had to do one more curse. “Avada Kedavra” James managed.
James felt ill. He killed a man.
{𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙋𝙊𝙑}
He heard the screams. He also heard the screams stop. He also saw James leave that room, followed by Voldemort covered in another man’s blood.
Barty saw right through James. He saw the guilt. He also saw the excitement.
That crazy motherfucker.
{𝙍𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑}
James was covered in blood and he looked…hot as fuck.
It was wrong for Regulus to find James attractive after he murdered a man but…holy fucking shit. James did this for Regulus.
“Listen up.” The cold voice said as he tapped the side of his wine glass.
“Gather around.” He continued as he made James stand in front of him.
Voldemort rolled James’ sleeve up.
James had a wand pointed to his arm, the dark lord’s wand.
James has the dark mark. James has the dark mark. James has the dark mark. James has the dark mark. James has the dark mark. James has the dark mark.
James got it for him. James killed a man for him. James did it for him.