The Ritual

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Third Person POV

At the Stonehedge in the middle of the night, there stood a figure at the center. He carefully placed the bundle he was carrying down.

The figure began to draw with chalk on the ground, drawing the Helm of Darkness.

"Is it ready?" the bundle rasped.

"Yes my lord." Pettigrew bowed.

"Do it."

Pettigrew nodded and began trembling. He spoke in greek. "Ω Άδη, η προσφορά μου. Η ψυχή μου, το σώμα μου, η ζωή μου για αυτό του φίλου μου. Φέρτε του ένα νέο σώμα, δυνατό και ικανό."

There was a flash and scream, and when the light died, there stood a new figure. Hairless and his red eyes like a snake.

Voldemort glanced and did not care to see Pettigrew's dead body. "Dinner, Nagini." he said.

A giant snake metered, and began to feast on the body.

That is today's chapter.

Short but it gets the message over.

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