Mortem . Sirius Black

chapter one hundred and twenty-four

June 10th - Nott Estate 

Regulus Black, alongside Lestrange, Avery, Mulciber, and Theodore Nott were currently at the Nott Estate, trying really hard not to double over laughing and spit out his drink. Nott was the one who surprisingly had called the meeting, and even though he was about to face repercussions for the Horcrux, he didn't look one bit scared. The young boy soon found out why for the boy had spent the past half an hour bragging about how he was using Nephera. 

Regulus, being the only one who knew the truth, found it increasingly hilarious. 

"So she just walked up to you?" asked Avery, "Just like that, she asked you to be a spy?" 

Theo finished his drink, "Sort of," he explained, looking around the room, "She made me an offer since she found out about my mission, she knew the Dark Lord would be angry-" 

"And he is," interrupted Regulus, "I can't understand why you're not more stressed out right now," he asked, even though he knew exactly the reason why 

Nott rolled his eyes, "Because, I did something much bigger," the boy looked around the room, taking a dramatic pause, "I accepted to be her spy," 

"What?" yelled Lestrange

Avery and Mulciber went to intervene as well, but Nott held a hand up, "Listen," he commanded, "She said she'll be giving me information about the Order, when and where they'll be going on missions, so I can keep the Death Eaters away from that place," 

He took another pause, surveying the reactions around the room. Lestrange had a wide grin on his face as realization slowly dawned on him, Mulciber was still lost to where this was going, Avery was just staring blankly ahead, and Regulus was smirking, having already figured it out. 

What the Nott boy didn't know, was the reason why Regulus was smirking was that the younger boy was currently having the time of his life. Did the idiot in front of him really think he had achieved something? 

"So, she thinks I'm her spy, but really, I'm just playing her," finished the boy, a self-satisfied expression on his face 

"You're a genius, mate," mused the Black boy

Snape and Crouch arrived through the floo network, greeting everyone, but before Nott could open his mouth and begin his explanation once again, the air in the room turned cold. It was not hard to guess why, especially with the sound of authoritative footsteps echoing on the marble floors. 

The teens all sat up, standing straight and exchanging tense glances as Voldemort walked into the room, not even sparing them a glance before he entered the dining hall of the Nott Estate. 

Getting the message, all teens sat up and followed after him, sitting in their designated seats, Voldemort at the head of the table, Regulus on his right, Snape on his left, and the others flagging in next to the two, "Do you know why I wanted Death Eaters at Hogwarts?" asked the Dark Lord, but no one dared answer him, "Because I knew that Dumbledore would be recruiting his students, and I wanted eyes everywhere. Your position became even more important once Nephera Winchester decided to make herself known," 

Riddle spared a glance around the room, scanning each boy carefully as they squirmed under his gaze. Good, he thought, they should be scared, "Despite all that, each and every single one of you have disappointed me," 

Getting up, he tapped Snape's shoulder, "You, Severus, and Barty, failed your mission with the love potion," 

Moving on to Avery, and standing behind him, he looked at Mulciber and Lestrange as well, "You three, actually got yourselves thrown out of school, while simultaneously failing to kill her,"