Unmitigated - HP Fanfiction

Chapter Thirty-Six - Converted

  [Ella's POV]

I was bored, almost everyday. The dark lord sent me off to find more wolves and werewolves to join our army. I had Fillin and Greyback escort me.
So far, I have found forty-three wolves and twenty-eight werewolves to join our 'cause'. Not that they really get a choice in the matter. Best part is, I don't have to kill them if they refuse to join, I can just force them. Killing them would just be a waste.

We now had just found our twenty-ninth werewolf. She was easy to track down because of her strong scent. Apparently, Greyback had been searching for her for a while now.

Chloe Lupus. Sixteen years old, silver hair, cold blue eyes and a shy but fiery fight in her blood.
She was young, easy to manipulate and would be a good asset to the death-eaters.

We just burst into her small cottage hide out. She ran and tried to grab something to hit me with, but I sent a spell to knock it out of her hands. She held an angry demeanour, but I could read her mind easily. She doesn't know I hold that power yet.

She was terrified.

"Get out! I know what you want. My answer is no." Her voice didn't waver.

I smile. "That's cute. You may know what I want, but sweetie, you don't know what I'm capable of." My smile turns into a sneer.

"Kill me then. I'd rather die than join him." She spat.

"Kill? Oh no no no." I tsk. "Who said anything about killing?" I walk towards her and she backs into a corner. "Don't worry. You're not joining 'him'... You're joining me." I invade her mind and twist her train of thought. I watch as her eyes roll to the back of her head. And then, the cogs in one side of her mind stop, they start in the other. Her eye's roll back and their usual light blue colour have turned into a dark blue.

"Now come, Chloe, the dark lord awaits us." I tell her calmly. I hear Greyback snicker behind me.

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Once I was , I walked down the large a staircase and into a long dark hall of the Malfoy Manor that would take me to the dining room. It had more doors than necessary on either side. I was halfway through the hallway when Draco appeared from one of the doors.

"Draco." I nodded my head to him in greeting. He walked by my side as I continued to walk down the hall.

"Ella." He responded.

"Randella." I corrected without looking at him.

He stopped. "No." He grabbed my arm, forcing me to stop. "No, if I called you Randella last year, you would have pinched my arm."

I rolled my eyes. "I acted like a child last year."

He shook his head. "You are a child Ella! If it weren't for the war, you would be in school right now. You wouldn't be in my Manor, in command of a fair few death-eaters, creating an army for the Dark Lord."

I looked at him like he was being ridiculous. "Does it matter now? It's better this way." I started walking away again, but he stopped me.

"I just want my best friend back." He said holding my forearm.

"Ouch." I smiled, walking into his personal space. "I think we're past the friend-zone. Don't you? Darling." I traced my fingers down his cheek and smirked.

He pushed my hands away. "Don't, Ella. This isn't you." I rolled my eyes and moved away. It didn't work. "The real Ella would be worrying about her family. Or making jokes about having cool battle scars when the war ends. Always caring about everyone else's laughter. Telling me that no one understands your humour like I do. I miss the real Ella."

"The real Ella was weak." I pushed him against the wall. "I am not weak." And with that, I finally managed to walk down the hall without him stopping me.

When I finally reached the dining room, the table was almost already full of Death-Eaters waiting for Voldemort to make him appearance. Most of them quieted down a little when I walked in, but not completely. I walked over to the table, and was nodded at respectfully by a handful of Death-Eaters. I walked over to a spot two seats away from the dark lord's. Thorfinn Rowle sat in it quietly. He noticed I was behind him and quickly moved over to another seat. I moved around the chair and sat down in it comfortably.
Draco walked in with his head down and sat in between his folks.

After about 5 minutes, Voldemort walked in. Not a second late.

"Everyone is here, I presume?" He looked Lucius.

"Yes, my Lord." He answered respectfully with a shaking voice. I swear, Snape and I are the only ones not terrified of Voldemort.

The dark lord sat down in his chair at the end of the table and looked at me. "My guess is your travels went well. You collected enough followers for our next meeting with Potter?" He asked.

"Of course. Forty-five wolves and thirty werewolves. Then there is the wolves in the pack I had originally. Overall, I think we have about Ninety-Six."

"And you'll control them? They'll listen to your command? Be ready to attack when you give them the signal?"

"Yes."

"Very well. This pack, are they werewolf offspring? You said they were on the school grounds in the forbidden forest when you found them. And that they're intelligent." He was curious.

"I'm not sure. I mean, they show human intelligence but I never really looked into it." I answered honestly.

"Never the matter, they will do." He dismissed the subject. "But Randella, I had Wormtail look into more of your family history, and from what I read about Cedrella, your grandmother, she healed better than most wizards. Because of the wolf blood in her. I would hope the same thing applied to you."

"I assume so. Is there anything else you found?" I asked carefully.

"You are strongest at midnight, when the moon is brightest. So are the wolves and werewolves. So when the fight begins, it'll begin at midnight." He spoke and looked to everyone else at the table.

"Why don't we start the fight tonight, my lord?" Bellatrix asked.

"Yeah," Rowle spoke up disrespectfully. "I heard Potter was spotted in Hogsmeade an hour ago." Voldemort's head snapped toward Rowle.

"And tell me, why this is the first I am hearing about this?" He was angry. I smiled. I've always disliked Rowle.

"I thought you already knew, my lord." He answered.

Voldemort stood up. "The war will properly begin three nights from now. But tonight, Randella, take who you need, and visit Snape at Hogwarts, tonight." I nodded.

And with that, he walked out the door.