November 1994
Riddle House
After leaving Gringotts, Bellatrix arrived in the village of Little Hangleton. Walking straight ahead, she marched inside the Riddle House.
Her face was still filled with a rage and it looked like as if she would erupt at any moment.
Inside the Riddle house, Voldemort, in the main hall was sitting on the same wooden chair. He had known that Bellatrix had gone to retrieve the Hufflepuff cup and he had been waiting for her since then.
He had been growing impatient when the door of the Riddle house opened and in walked Bellatrix. The dark lord was slightly taken aback on witnessing the rage filled face of Bellatrix.
Even his non existent heart skipped a beat and his thought could not help but wonder is she had not found the Hufflepuff cup.
Before he could speak, Bellatrix kneeled on her knee and pulled out the cup from the inner pocket of her robes.
Voldemort felt relief washing over him. He extended his disgusting little hands and picked up the cup.
He moved the cup around his hands and checked the connection of his soul with the soul fragment inside the horcrux. Feeling the connection, he felt happy.
He finally had the only piece of horcrux which he had not protected in his hands.
He kept the cup aside and looked at Bellatrix.
"My dear Bellatrix, stand up," he grunted. "Why are you angry even after you have accomplished the mission?"
Bellatrix trembled slightly as she stood up. Her tremble was not due to fear but due to rage.
"My lord," she said.
"Harry Potter… he has invaded our group," she said; her voice was trembling. She knew whatever she was about to sea, the dark lord would be very angry to hear this.
"What do you mean?" Questioned the dark lord. His voice was serious.
"My lord," she trembled. "Harry potter has a spy amongst us."
"Impossible…" roared Voldemort as a wave of magical pulse erupted from his body. Bellatrix was almost pushed back. Even in his weakened state Voldemort was much powerful than an average wizard.
Bellatrix dared not to speak. She could only wait till the dark lord had calmed himself down.
It took few moments for the dark lord to take control of his raging nerves. What he heard was almost an impossible thing. He did not believe what Bellatrix was speaking.
"And why would you say this, Bellatrix?" He questioned. His voice was utterly calm.
"My lord…" answered Bellatrix. "Harry Potter, he was inside my vault."
Voldemort's eyes widened at this and he looked at Bellatrix in disbelief.
She continued, "I do not know how or when but he suddenly appeared inside my vault."
The expression on her face turned extremely angry as she continued, "He was there to snatch the Hufflepuff cup."
Voldemort was raging inside. How could he not understand the implications of what Bellatrix was saying.
Bellatrix's angry expression eased slightly as a smirk formed on her face, "He believed that I was a weak or a pathetic wizard and that he could take me alone. Idiot."
"I welcomed him a lot of curses," she said.
Her voiced abruptly turned serious, "My lord,"
"What?" Snapped Voldemort.
Bellatrix trembled in fear as she continued, "I believe that Harry Potter knows some powerful spell."
"The way he was able to follow me inside the vault. And the way, he escaped just as I was about to capture him… I could not even react and he almost vanished from the vault."
Voldemort nodded while Bellatrix continued.
"My lord," she said with hesitation in voice. "Only the people who were present in the room that day heard and knew about your orders to me to go to Gringotts and retrieve the cup."
"Without any doubt… someone on our side is working as a spy for Harry."
Bellatrix went quiet after this and Voldemort was lost in his thoughts.
That day the only people who had clearly used different meant to keep them out of Azkaban were the only ones who were present inside the hall. Those who had been freed from Azkaban were all recuperating and thus absent from that meeting.
Even so Voldemort was not able to believe this. His dark mark was not a mere tattoo. It was a powerful piece of runic magic which made him the supreme lord of those death eaters.
His only doubt was Snape, who probably with the help of Dumbledore might had found some method to breach the protection. Even so, he still had a lot of power over Snape. But fortunately, or unfortunately Snape had not been present in the room that day.
It was also possible that Harry Potter might have also discovered some method to bypass the protection of his mark.
After all, he had inherited powerful legacies and it was possible that he had found some relevant information in any one of those legacies. Thinking of those Lordship, especially Lord Slytherin, Voldemort felt his blood boiling once again.
"Bellatrix," he thundered. "Call everyone, now."
In his prime, Voldemort would have not hesitated in the slightest and would have slaughtered every single suspect. But now he was already severely lacking in manpower.
But even so he could torture the lot and make them spill the truth.
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