Hero Summoning - Chapter 7

Hey everyone! long time no see, but it's good to be back. It’s awkward for me, and I almost didn’t put this note in, but you deserve the explanation for not posting for almost two weeks.

If you didn’t read my reply to one of the comments of my members who were concerned for me (thank you for that, by the way) a few days ago, then let me tell you my reason. After the day I last posted here, a big personal problem erupted in my family, something that I am not comfortable talking about. It was serious enough that I didn’t even find a single second to write for 10 days. And just a couple days ago, I finally found myself with little time to write. But then, no matter what I tried, I just kept sitting and staring at my screen with no words forming in my brain. It was with quite some difficulty, and after trying to run my brain, that I finally started to find my groove and finished this chapter.

It has been a really hard couple of weeks, and this chapter really tasted my patience and everything. But finally, it is finished, and I hope you like it.

I am finally feeling at ease writing without thinking about what happened in the past couple of weeks, and I will try to give you new updates as fast as I can.

In the end, but most importantly, I want to thank everyone of you who have trusted in me and stayed patient with me. I can understand the member who has left, but the trust, love, and support of the ones who are still here mean so much to me after what I just went through that I can’t explain it in words.

Now I will try my best to repay it by grinding myself and pumping in quick updates.

Everyone of you is the best, and I can’t thank you enough.

Even though there weren’t any gods Harry believed in, he still thanked them for making him live every man's dream situation.

Having Nymphadora Tonks on her knees between his legs, rubbing her cheeks against his covered bulge, was what heaven looked like.

The metamorphosis was completely lost in her own pleasure-gazed state as she kept rubbing and kissing his tented pyjamas while purring like a cat.

“From the day I saw, I wanted to be here, on my knees, eager to see what you have been hiding from me~” Tonks purred, kissing the length of his cock, and stared up at him. “And now, finally, I get to meet this monster you are packing, Harryyy.”

Hooking her fingers in the waistbands of his pyjamas, she finally pulled down and released his straining cock. And Tonks had to flinched back to not get slapped by the heavy swinging shaft.

The mischievous smile that was on her lips shifted into a shock gasp, and her eyes shifted in colour as she stared in bewilderment at his massive cock.

“Morgan’s tits... this is fucking huge...” Tonks muttered in amazement as her hands tried to grip his cock but were unsuccessful in covering it.

Her fingers didn’t even touch each other. It was that fat.

But instead of getting fearful at the size of Harry’s manhood, Tonks was brimming with excitement and lust for him to reshape her pussy.

Harry chuckled at her worshipful look and smirked. “Are you just going to stare at it or do something about it?” he asked, teasingly raising his eyebrow. “Because I remembered your promise of giving me a reward I will never forget.”

Tonks surprised ‘O’ lips turned into a challenging smirk, and she licked his cock from base to top and kissed the bulbous head.

"Oh, don’t you worry, Harry, I am going to give you the best blowjob of your life." Tonks purred at the top of his cock and took it in her warm mouth.

Harry gasped, and his hands clutched the sheets in excitement. He didn’t doubt her claim at all. Of all the lovers he had, Tonks was always the best at blowing his rock off.

Moaning at the taste of his precum Tonks slurped and bathed the girthy cock in her mouth with her spit.

Pulling her mouth off with a pop sound, she lathered her spit all over the cock, making it wet and shiny. She has given a few blowjobs before, but almost all of the time it has ended with them blowing off early before she could enjoy them.

And she couldn’t fault them, given how naturally talented she was, but she still hated that she had never enjoyed it.

But seeing the behemoth cock Harry was wielding, she knew she would have to try her best and would greatly enjoy this challenge.

Once it was wet and shiny enough, she grabbed the base of the cock and plunged it back into her mouth. She kept going in, taking the thick cock inch by inch, until it hit the back of her throat and made her gag.

GARGHKK GARGHKK

The sound of her gagging filled the room, with Harry groaning as Tonks tried to take the shaft in her throat but was unsuccessful.

After a minute of trying to take his shaft in while choking herself, she finally pulled off the cock and took deep breaths to fill her lungs.

Glaring at the spit-covered dick, her eyes widened when she noticed she barely took half of the massive thing. And the fact that she had never even taken a cock this deep sent a shiver down her spine.

Seeing her frustrated pout, Harry chuckled, gaining her attention. “Is that all you got, Nym?” He cocked his eyebrow mockingly. “I expected better from you.”

A fire ignited in the brown eyes of Tonks, and she took his cock back in her mouth, took it as deep as she could without gagging, and then stopped there.

After that, she grabbed Harry’s thighs with her hand, looked into his eyes, and using her metamorphing abilities, she relaxed her throat.

Once that was done, her eyes glinted with sparkles, and she thrust her face on his cock. And this time, instead of choking and gagging, she took the massive length in her throat easily until her lips finally kissed his pelvis.

Harry's eyes bulged out, and he moaned with his hand, going straight to her bubblegum pink hair as Tonks basked in her victory.

This was why she was the best at giving blowjobs. She was one of the very few who could truly deepthroat Harry’s impressing cock to the root.

His whole cock was in her mouth and throat, and Tonks used her abilities as she stayed there without any problem. Enjoying the look of awe and pleasure on his face, she hummed and shook her head, making her throat vibrate on his cock while it squeezed in her warmth.

She pulled back, agonisingly, slowly, inch by inch, until only the thick head remained, and then, winking at Harry, she took the cock back in her throat, making a loud slurp noise.

With her rhythm and Harry’s breathing becoming heavier, she hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head on his cock, taking it deep in her throat.

The thick length leaving and entering her throat made it jerk in her mouth, and his hefty balls filled with cum struck her chin with every bob.

“Slurppp Gaghkk, Slurpp Gaghkkk.”

The sound of her slurping and gagging filled the room, and spit flew from her lips. Her cheeks were stained with the spit from the messy, wet blowjob she was giving, but Tonks didn’t care.

She was loving it too much, which was evident by the way she rubbed her thighs as they became wet with her leaking juices. Harry, who was moaning loudly, wasn’t the only one enjoying it.

“Fuckk… so gooood… Nym… You’re fucking amazing..”

Harry was in heaven with his eyes closed and his hands clutching her hair. Tonks was like a woman possessed, as she face-fucked herself on his cock.

Her mouth and throat were so good that Harry didn’t believe he could hold his impending release any longer.

The fact that it had been months since he had even done anything to release his stress also didn’t help. And when the naughty Vixen elongated her tongue to suck his balls as well, Harry lost it.

“FUCK NYMM, I’m cumming!” Forcing her head on his cock, Harry growled and exploded in her mouth. “Fucking take it! Take every last drop.”

Tonks moaned happily, and she relaxed her throat more to take the thick cum of his down her throat. Her eyes widened slightly, feeling the copious amount of semen, and she pulled back, taking the cock out of her throat and filling her mouth with his pent-up release.

She tightly sealed her lips on the thick head that kept firing ropes and ropes of thick and warm cum.

After the last drop of semen, his orgasm finally ended. Tonks gave a last loving suck to the shaft and pulled her mouth off it with her lips closed.

As Harry, who was laboriously breathing, gazed into her eyes, she opened her mouth to reveal a pool of his cum in it. With a wink, she closed it while staring into his hungry eyes and swallowed all of it with a big gulp.

Once every drop was swallowed, she rubbed her stomach and smirked at the hungry eyes of Harry. “You taste so good, Harry…”

Shaking his head, Harry pulled her into his lap and kissed her hungrily. “No matter how many times you use your power, it always leaves me breathless and in awe of you.”

Tonks giggled into the kiss and pulled back to raise her eyebrow. "Oh, that sounds like you have experienced this before.”

“Many times,” Harry murmured, claimed her lips again, and, grabbing her pantyless ass, he pulled her closer.

Tonks moaned into a kiss and then gasped when she felt something hard poking her stomach. Breaking the kiss, she looked down, and her eyes widened.

“You’re still hard?” She asked breathlessly, eyeing the piece of meat hungrily.

“It takes me quite a time to go down." Harry smirked arrogantly, but with a hint of truth. “And it doesn’t help that I have such a sexy girl in my arms.”

Tonks eyes finally went up to his, and she smirked back. "Good, because my pussy can’t wait any longer,” she whispered to his lips, and she pushed him back.

Harry laid back on the bed in surprise, and his eyes darkened when he saw her pulling her shirt—the only thing she was wearing—off and throwing it away carelessly.

Harry's eyes went straight to those perfect big mounds sitting perfectly on her chest, and his mouth flooded with the hunger to kiss those pebble nipples.

His eyes then drifted down, drinking her sinful figure, and he confirmed she was telling the truth about how eager she was. Her pretty pink, puffy lips were wet and leaking like a waterfall, with the drops of juice travelling down her thighs, making them wet and sticky with it.

Tonks crawled on top of him, and grabbing his cock, she aligned it with her drenched lips, grinding on it and spreading her juices. With her breathing getting heavy, she finally could hold no longer and dropped down, taking the head in.

Tonks's eyes rolled, and her mouth opened in a whorish moan when the bulbous dome finally entered her and stretched her wide.

“Oh…Morganaaa…fuckkk…” Even with just the head of his mighty cock, Harry was stretching her tight walls more than they ever had.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she grabbed her thigh and forced herself to go down slowly, taking an inch by an inch of the long shaft until finally her thick ass touched his hip.

Eyes bulging out, a tremble went through her body, and Tonks mouth opened in a silent scream clutching Harry’s hard abs. She looked down with panting breath and wwhimpered,noticing the bulge in her stomach.

She had never felt this full. Her tunnels were being stretched so far that it was almost painful, but she was loving the pleasure that came with it more.

“Bloody…hell… Harrryyy…” Tongue lolling out Tonks moved her hips and gasped when the thick head rubbed on her cervix. “So…big…sooo…deep!… Fuckkk, you’re going to break my pussy…”

Harry, who was savouring the missed feeling of her tight, warm walls, almost missed her praise for him. A smile spread on his face when he heard the same words he had heard all that time ago when he first had sex with the Tonks of his world.

Sliding his hands from her thighs to her ass, making her shiver and flutter in his cock, he squeezed her thick ass, grabbing a handful of it.

Nym rolled her hips and began to slowly bounce on his towering cock while moaning and gasping. Climbing up, her pussy squeezed the thick shaft so tightly that it refused to leave it empty. And when she dropped down, her body sang in pleasure at getting filled again.

With every thrust in her, Harry’s dick was rubbing her g-spots, making her moan, and every time she bottomed down, her womb was getting hit, knocking the wind out of her.

It was delirious; it was amazing, and Tonks was losing herself as she felt her volcano close by. Her bouncing became heavier and faster, making a loud clap song every time her big ass struck Harry’s hip.

“Ahh… Harry fuckkk… fucking…. feel so goood.…yesss...”

As she arched her back, she sobbed and groaned with delight, all the while Harry took pleasure in the erotic sight of her ample breasts bouncing on her chest.

Seeing those sweaty heavens bouncing in front of him, Harry lost control and, leaning up, kneaded those tits hungrily and sucked her thick nipples.

Tonks eyes flew open, and grabbing his head, she shook her tits on his face. Experiencing the double assault of getting her pussy rearranged by his massive cock and her perky boobs mauled by his hands and mouth, snap the last string and start burst in her eyes.

“FUCKING CUMMING!! HARRRYYYY!!!”

Body shaking, pussy squirting Tonks lost herself in her volcanic eruption, and she screamed so loudly that, if not for the silencing charm she put on the room, she would have woken up everyone in the manor.

Groaning in her tits Harry wrapped his arm around her shaking body to keep her on his cock while he let her experience her orgasm.

His chest and the sheet below were wet by the fountain of her cum, and his cock was getting clamped by her fluttering walls. Biting his lips, Harry held back from flooding her pussy with his seed.

After the minute-long climax, Tonk's body finally stopped spasming, and she took deep breaths to fill her empty lungs.

It took her a while to get her bearings, and when she did, she pulled her flushed, sweaty face away from Harry's neck and gave him a very satisfied, loving smile.

But when she saw his face, she noticed the intense look on it, and before she could ask, she shrieked in surprise as Harry rolled them over.

As she found herself on her back, Tonks looked up and gasped, seeing the hunger in Harry’s eyes, and moaned when she felt his still-hard cock thrusting into her stretched and ruined cunt.

“W-what-“ Before she could ask, Harry sealed her lips with his, biting her lips till they bled. He pulled away and growled in her ears.

“Did you think we were done?” His deep voice, sounding like a beast, sent a shiver down her spine, and her pussy clenched in a mini-orgasm.

“As…you... can…tell… I am still hard." Every word of his was followed by Harry plunging his cock into her depths and hitting her womb, making it hard for Tonks to keep her senses. “And we will be done when I make you cum one more time and fill your pussy with my cum.”

“Oh… shit…”

Tonks didn’t know what animal she had unleashed, but she wasn't going to complain a bit. She loved riding Harry as she wanted, but now feeling him fuck her this hard as he bettered her cunt was so much better.

Harry was fucking her just like he wanted, which he proved when he grabbed her ankles and folded them behind her head using her magical flexibility.

Tonks was screaming in pleasure rather than breathing as Harry manhandled her like a doll. He was literally fucking her stupid and making her lose control as her metamorphmagus abilities went wild.

Her eyes and hair kept changing colour, and her boobs became so much bigger that they started hitting her chin with every deep thrust of Harry’s cock.

Seeing those humongous tits bounce and hit her face, Harry plunged his cock one last time into her depths, and with a roar, he exploded inside her.

“H…Har…HARRYYY!” A broken cry left Tonks when the feeling of his thick, warm cum in the back of her pussy triggered another orgasm.

With Harry's hand holding her ankles behind her head, his cock filling her womb, and her feet shaking beside her head, she blacked out while her pussy sprayed all over her tits.

While Harry had her thrashing body underneath him, he continued to pump her with so much of his seed that it leaked from her lips and travelled down to her ass and sheet.

When the last of the seed was churned out of his balls and they were finally empty, he dropped down beside her so as not to crush her with his weight.

After a while, as Harry rubbed the back of Tonk's still-shaken body, she gained her bearing again.

Blinking her eyes open, she found herself in strong arms and took a long, satisfied breath that was filled with tiredness.

“Fuck…Morgana…that was…” Her eyes, which were back to their usual brown, stared into Harry’s eyes as she tried to find the right words.

“Good?” Harry suggested it with a smirk.

Tonks snorted. “That would be the understatement of the century; it was more than just good; it was fucking amazing.” She leaned in and kissed his neck, tasting the salty sweat.

"That good, huh?” Harry's chest puffed in pride.

Giggling, she nods her head. “I have never had an orgasm during sex, let alone so many that I don’t even know how many.” Kissing him from his neck to his chest, she led her head down on the hard pecs.

Harry chuckled, his chest rumbling and shaking her head. “Good to know I always aim to please my Nym.”

Tonks mouthed the name he had given her, and she found out she quite liked it. She wouldn’t mind him calling her that instead of her full name.

Both sated lovers stayed like that in each other's embrace until finally Tonks broke the silence.

“Harry?” She whispered, tracing patterns on his chest.

"Hmm.” Harry hummed with his eyes closed while his hands were tangled in her hair.

“When you said earlier that we have been like this many times, did that mean we were lovers in your world?” She asked softly, popping her chin on his chest, and looked at his face.

Harry opened his eyes, stared down at her, and nodded. “We were”

“Really?” Tonks perked up with a smile. “How did we become one?”

Harry took his time as a smile spread on his face, remembering their times. "Well, we first started as friends.”

Seeing her interested look, he continued. “We met before my fifth year, when I was 15, and you were assigned as my guard. We hit off from the first meeting and became quick friends.”

“You helped me loads before my fifth year, when I needed it the most, and in a way, you kept me from going down a dark path.” Harry admitted it with a heavy tone, his fingers rubbing her face.

Tonks leaned her face into his palm and asked. “And then?”

Harry smiled. “Then we kept in touch throughout my fifth year, which was hell, and we became very close friends. Also, I didn’t want to admit it at that time, but I also had a little crush on you.”

“Of course you did." Tonks smirked proudly and then yelped when Harry pinched her cheeks. Swatting his hand away, she wiggled her eyebrows. “I guess after that we became more than just friends?”

Instead of the happy smile she expected, she noticed Harry's lips were thin, and a frown appeared on his face. "No, we didn’t at that time.”

Seeing her questioning look, he sighed. “During my sixth year, I found out you actually liked another guy.”

Tonks frowned as she was confused about why her counterpart would be dumb enough to look at someone else when she had a perfect man like Harry as her friend. Knowing Harry would explain it himself, she kept her lips closed as he continued.

"Well, to be honest, it wasn’t that you fancied him; it was more like you wanted to comfort him and help him, which was why you chased him around for a year until finally that man accepted your feelings and you two married quickly.”

“And for me, after knowing your choice, I diverted my attention and found other girls who brightened my life.”

Seeing the loving smile on his face, Tonks heart pangs in hurt, as she knew the dumb version of herself would have felt the same when she saw Harry with other girls.

“But you quickly regretted your decision,” Harry said briskly, bringing her out of her thoughts.

“How?”

With his thumb, Harry rubbed her lips and sighed. “We were at war at that time, and after only 2 months of marriage, the man you married left you and ran away from his responsibilities.”

“What!!” Tonks sat up furiously, her eyes burning in rage. “Why?”

“Because of the ongoing war, he couldn't handle the responsibilities of taking care of you and your desire to have a baby. That was why he ran away, putting fighting in the war before you.” Harry told her with hidden anger of his own for the man he used to think of as family.

“What a fucking coward!” Tonks hissed with narrowed eyes. “How could I be so stupid to choose a guy like that?”

Harry chuckled, easing her anger. “Your mother always said you had a horrible taste in boys.”

Tonks blushed red, hiding her face, knowing that statement was true in this world as well. Her mother had said this countless times to her before.

But then a smile spread as she realised that she would finally not taunt her, given who she had come to love.

Focusing back on Harry's story, she looked up again and asked. “I guess after that, I finally realised my mistake and came to you.”

Harry nodded with a wide smile. “You did. You came to me and my girlfriends, and we took care of you, seeing how hurt you were. And it wasn’t long before our friendship finally became much more.“

Tonks smiled back in happiness and then asked about something she noticed. “But what about your girlfriends?” She was surprised at the way Harry said girlfriend in the plural.

Harry smirked. “They had no problem with it; in fact, they were eager to welcome you,” he said, remembering his naughty girls.

"Hmm, that’s interesting to know,” Tonks whispered quietly with a sly smile as she thought about Harry and her with other girls. She was not going to lie; she quite liked that idea, as was evident by the way her cunt burned. But then a wince from her sore pussy made her realise how bad of an idea it was to think about erotic images of Harry fucking other girls right now.

“What are you thinking about?” Harry asked cautiously, seeing the perverted smile on her face.

Tonks quickly schooled her features and shook her head. "Nothing,” she said, leaning up to kiss him softly and lovingly.

Harry lost himself in the kiss and forgot about his question.

Separating their lips reluctantly, Tonks hesitated and then asked. "Harry, will you tell me who that man was who I was stupid enough to marry?”

Harry searched her eyes, and seeing the hesitancy, he asked softly. “Do you really want to know?”

Tonks, seeing the love and concern in his eyes, shook her head, and with a smile, she kissed him again. "No, I don’t. I have no need to know what the mistake of me being off your world did,” she grinned, lying on his chest. “After all, I already made the right decision by choosing you, and I'm never going to let you go.”

Harry smiled lovingly, and wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her head and whispered softly. “Good night, Nym.”

“Good night, Harry." Tonks smiled, kissing his chest, and closed her eyes with his heartbeat in her ear.

Both of them forgot about anyone else except them and the night they just had and drifted into a very satisfied sleep.

-

At that same time, on the country side of Scotland, there was a big manor built with designs inspired by Roman Empire times.

The manor was big and grand, and yet there was a dullness to it, as if there was too much influence on showing off the wealth of the family this manor was of.

And considering the family was none other than Malfoy, it wasn’t that surprising.

After all, there were no other family than them who were more arrogant of what they had.

Which was funny considering there weren’t even in the top 5 of the most wealthy or powerful wizarding families.

If one were to get inside the manor, they would see it heavily guarded, with many wizards covering the entire perimeter of the house.

And the reason for that was the man sitting on the throne like a chair on an erupted podium inside the great hall of the manor.

The man was of tall stature with a thin yet strong build. His black hair was silkily flowing to his shoulder, and his somewhat handsome face was on his right hand as he sat cross-legged with his hand on the arm rest.

Although the people who knew how the man looked a decade ago would know how more handsome and pleasant-looking he was at that time, which was before he was affected by the side effect of dwelling in too much dark magic and tinkering with the darkest and most forbidden magic in the world,.

Soul magic

But still, despite his fading features, the man's mind and charm were still as sharp as ever.

Which was why he was the dark lord who had reigned for over a decade and had stilled fear in the hearts of the whole wizarding world.

This man was none other than the dark Lord Voldemort, or to the very few people who really knew him, he was Tom Riddle, the half-blood who has fooled and manipulated the whole world.

Right now, the dark lord was not a happy man, and the reason for that was the bruised, defeated man in front of him.

The injured man was on his knees in respect and fear, while his eyes stayed low on the ground, not feeling brave enough to look into the eyes of his master.

The man's name was Rodolphus Lestrange, the younger brother of Rabastan Lestrange.

And the reason for his shivering body was the loss of battle he had just come from. It was the first battle the dark lord forces had lost in a long time, and he was the one who was entrusted to lead the death eaters in this fight.

The humiliating and crushing defeat kept circling in his head. What made it more depressing was how close the victory was to his hands.

Until a single man came and changed the whole battle.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the silhouette of the monster who killed almost all of the death eaters that went with him.

Only a couple of them were lucky enough to come out alive from there. But now that he finds himself kneeling before his master, Rudolphus, he doesn’t think he was really lucky to be alive, as he now feared what his master would do for his failure.

But then again, the images of his comrades getting brutally killed flashed before his eyes, and he realised he should thank his lucky star that he wasn’t one of them.

For once, he could face his master's fury, but he didn’t think he could face that monster in the field and get his body pierced by rocks or, worse, get his limbs torn by magical plant branches.

He would never say it out loud, but right now he feared that green-eyed mystery man more than his dark lord.

“Tell me again, Rudolphus, what happened?” The almost-too-quiet whisper of Voldemort reached the ear of the shivering death eater. “How did you come back, bringing the news of your failure despite leaving with a more than enough squad?”

If possible, Rudolphus's fear became even stronger. Having to explain his humiliating defeat once again would just mean his chances of being alive were slimmer.

Still gulping down his fear, he began retailing again. “My... my Lord.. as I told you, me and my team attacked our targeted place, where many muggles live, to spread the terror... But somehow there was an Auror living in that village who tipped the Aurors headquarters and brought the help.“

Rudolphus took a break to wet his dry lips, but then the dark, suffocating aura of the dark lord fell on him despite his eyes being closed, and he quickly continued.

“But... despite the help, we were easily overwhelming the Aurors forces with our outnumbering strength, and we were close to victory... but then... everything changed.”

A shivering breath left his lips as the memories of the green-eyed monster entering the battle flashed in his eyes. It was only through the shear fear of the dark Lord that he continued.

"Suddenly, from somewhere, this… this... man arrived with James Potter... and single-handedly he changed the whole battle...”

“In just a few minutes…he changed the whole tide... Before I could even know what happened, a dozen of our men’s were dead…” The images of the mercilessly killed death eater came into his mind as he stuttered, “He... he was... like a demon...decimating everyone... who came in his ways... even the ones who were very good... had no chance against him.. and seeing that I had to flee with the couple of others left alone...from the group of 30 I took with me.”

Finally stopping, Rudolphus took a deep breath and anxiously waited for his master to speak, with his body shivering in fear.

After a few minutes of silence, Voldemort finally opened his mouth.

“So... you meant to say that a single wizard defeated you and the failures that went with you?” The words spoken with a gentle tone were anything but that.

Rudolphus could sense the disbelief and anger in his master's voice, and he quickly crawled to his master's robe and kissed it while begging, “Master, you have to believe me, this man...whoever he was...he was unlike anyone I have ever faced before... His power was too grand and so intoxicating... which rolled from him in an angry wave…”

Poor Rudolphus didn’t even realise how big of a mistake he just made by talking about the mystery man with such reverence.

“Are you suggesting that he is more powerful than me, Rudolphus?” The dark lord asked as he finally opened his eyes, and blood-red eyes glared at the shivering, kneeling form of Lestrange.

“No…NO! Master, I would never!” Rudolphus cried, clutching his master's foot. “He is nowhere near as powerful as you! No one is!”

"Oh, and why should I believe you?” Voldemort whispered, leading forward on his throne. “From the tone of your voice, you sounded like you almost admired and respected this wizard.”

"No, master, please, I beg you!!” Rudolphus shook his head, tears flowing from his eyes. “I would never say that you are the only wizard I have ever worshipped.”

His plea had no effect as Dark Lord scoffed and kicked the snivelling death eater away. “Enough! You think I would let a worm like you kiss my feet?” He hissed with his eyes narrowed. “I should have killed you for your failure.”

Rudolphus almost shat his pants hearing that, but the next words of his master brought him relief.

“…But after checking with the other failures that came with you, your story does seem to match.” Voldemort hummed, leaning back on his throne. “Which means you are not lying to me.”

The scarred death eaters sighed in relief and kissed his master's dark robes. “Thank you, master, thank you, thank you-“

“But that doesn’t mean you won’t be punished,” the malice tone of the dark lord stopped the pathetic death eater, and he looked up to see his master clicking his fingers.

Suddenly, two figures emerged from the shadow behind Voldemort, and Rudolphus eyes bulged out of his socket.

“I think you both know what to do with him.” The Dark Lord asked his servants and got an eager nod from the two figures. "Good, then take him away.”

The death eaters finally came to light to reveal the maniacally grinning faces of Amycus and Alecto Carrow. The infamous Carrow twins.

The twins grabbed the hand of the deathly pale Rudolphus and dragged him away while he screamed. "NO, MY LORD, PLEASE, I BEG YOU!! "Give me a chance to prove myself!!!"

The terrified screaming fell on the death ears of Voldemort, while the Lestrange got dragged to a faith worse than dying. Which was getting tortured endlessly by the mad Carrow twins, who were feared by everyone except the dark lord and his right hand.

Everyone present in the manor knew they were never going to see the face of Rudolphus Lestrange again.

Once the scream died down, Voldemort turned to the man standing on his right.

“There was one thing I noticed in the Lestrange tale. This mystery wizard came with James Potter in the battle. Do you know anything about it?” The dark lord asked.

"No, my lord,” a gravelled voice spoke from the dark shadows. “I don’t remember anyone else from the Potter family or his friend other than Black who could be powerful enough to do this. I am sorry, my lord, for disappointing you. I have no idea who it could be.”

Voldemort hummed, showing his disappointment. He then opened his right eye and stared directly into the eyes of his most loyal supporter. “Then find everything about him as quickly as you can.” The dark lord ordered. “I want to know who he is, where he came from, and what his history is. Is that clear?”

The dark figure, instead of cowering by the intimidating gaze, bowed to his master, “Consider it done, my lord.”

Voldemort nodded, and after closing his eyes again, he waved his hand, dismissing everyone present.

The figure in shadow bowed once more time and left manor to start his research to appease his master.

Once out of the manor, the moonlight reflected on his figure and revealed a tall, thin man with light brown hair and a scarred, pale face.

He was the feared right hand of Dark Lord Voldemort, and it was none other than...

..

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Remus Lupin

P/S: The next update will be either the new chapter of His Destiny or the Harry/Daphne/Tarcey oneshot that won in the poll.