Voldemort's eyes narrowed back immediately as his grip on his wand tightened.
"CRUCIO!!!!" Bellatrix shouter shaking her wand in anger while pointing it at the boy's face.
The boy who was still laughing, simply flicked away the charm with his own wand and caused it to crash into the ground beside him.
Bellatrix froze, her shock stopping her spell, as did everyone else in the area.
The unforgivable curses weren't things that could be blocked or defended against using magic!
Harry who was frozen stiff on the ground was the only known survivor of an unforgivable curse which had already marked him as the saviour of the wizarding world.
But now another person could do such a thing?
So casually even?
"And what are you going to do? Take me to your groomer? I'm positively more terrified of your hair stylist than anything else." The boy joked calmly while twirling his wand as if he was in a casual conversation.
"Cruci-uuggghhhhoooo~" Bellatrix was about to curse him, again, but before she could release her spell fully, she started to fumble.
The boy then calmly looked at the woman and spoke with an eerie smile, "Wondering why you can't speak anymore dear Bellatrix?"
"UGHAha woogiagagaga!!!"
"Haha~ That's funny, are you really so bad at casting the Cruciatious curse that you have to say Crucio each time? What about you Mr. Lestrange? Are you the same?" the boy said with a smile as he looked at the man who was looking at him with slight fear and annoyance.
Loki studied the man's thoughts that were floating on top of his Body of Heart and mind and nearly laughed out loud.
'....at least now Bella won't think so much about master all the time…'
Voldemort looked at the boy with a deep sense of intrigue for a few seconds, in silence, before speaking for the second time after his rebirth.
"What…is…your…purpose?"
"Hmmm…my purpose? That is a difficult question isn't it? But if I had to answer, it would be for witnessing history? Why don't you go ahead and call your audience? I'm sure having the great Harry Potter as a hostage would only bolster your image?"
Voldemort looked at the boy who was carrying himself with confidence with a smile, like nothing the boy could do would harm him at all. He was still on the high of having been reborn. He felt near invincible right now.
Except it was a trick.
Loki was only bolstering Voldemort's thoughts and ideas by corrupting the minds of the people around him, Bellatrix, Rodolphus, and himself.
Loki was adding subconscious thoughts that purposely amplified Voldemort's image in their minds.
It wasn't much, but it prevented Voldemort from thinking deeply about the person who'd just stolen all his hair.
But being a master of desire control, Voldemort wasn't affected by it as much as Loki had expected him to be. He just really was narcissistic.
'How interesting…' Voldemort thought as he stared at the strange boy dressed in Hogwarts robes in front of him.
'He isn't even a demigod…and yet he remains so arrogant.'
'But why do I have a sense of spirituality familiarity?'
'...but he truly doesn't have any ill intentions towards me. If he did I would've known.'
'But he does not fear me either…I do smell excitement though…Is he excited to see my rebirth?'
'I guess he's here from the side of the Aurors…probably a kid that was put up to patrol the area because they've been tightening their security for the past few weeks…'
'How silly, does he think someone will come and save him?'
'How silly…'
'His ability is strange too…'
'Which pathway is he from I wonder…'
"To witness history...that truly is a wonderful reason to be here…but you are right…it will be better for me to have an audience to show them my power by crushing you first and then…" Voldemort spoke with pauses as he turned slowly to Harry who was still frozen stiff like a board on the hard floor.
"....And then we can arrange for a duel between me and the Great Saviour of the wizarding world, Harry Potter."
Voldemort walked towards Bellatrix and pulled the lady's hand towards himself. He only gave her love-drunk state a half-hearted glance before using his wand to stab his wand into her dark mark.
"Reveal yourselves.", Voldemort spoke, not in English or Latin, but in demon speak, in the language of foulness.
Loki felt spirituality radiate out of Voldemort's words before it sunk into the animated emblem tattoo on Bellatrix's forearm.
The words were an order, directed not towards Loki and Harry but towards the ring of death eaters that were closest to him.
Voldemort's eyes turned red as he thought about all those people who'd betrayed his closest subordinates in exchange for seeking asylum under the man who'd walked throughout history witnessing the rise and fall of various conquerors.
Nothing happened for a few seconds causing Harry to feel puzzled but then almost instantaneously, in a flurry of darkness, several pop's grazed the dark and dimly lit area they were standing in.
Various people started to apparate in but they all mostly looked the same. They each had a mask on their face and were all covered by dark hooded robes.
There were so many death eaters that about fifty of them surrounded Loki and Harry from all sides.
As soon as they looked at Voldemort though, they kneeled in obedience and waited for his next command as if they had been waiting for his orders all along.
But Voldemort didn't talk to them for a good few minutes as he took a deep breath of fresh air and exhaled out a few words in a whisper.
"It seems like you haven't been good while I was gone, punishment is due."
The death eaters all shivered, the silence that lingered after Voldemort's words left them all feeling bare and naked. It felt like someone was holding a blade beside their hearts, a single wrong move and it would surgically disconnect their hearts and then violently rip it away.
And so, one of them quickly opened his mouth trying to distract Voldemort.
"Who dares stand against you, my lord!? Do you want us to take care of those miscreants who dare to interfere with our Lord's grand plans!?" The death eater said pointing his funny-looking wand at the boy in Hogwarts robes, causing everyone else to point their wands at him, Loki and Harry as well.
But Voldemort only let out a depressing sigh that was filled with tension and power.
"You…should know it is…unwise to resist.", Voldemort spoke.
Not just to the death eaters who were trying to pledge their allegiance to him once again, but to the young boy that was in front of him.
Noticing this, the boy casually stuffed his wand into his holster and looked at Voldemort silently, before speaking calmly.
"I understand that. But I don't think you understand the situation you are in, Mr. Dark Lord."
"Hmm..?" Voldemort was puzzled, as the high of his rebirth ritual started to subside he suddenly found everything about the situation strange.
Questions began to pop up in his mind.
'A random student?'
'Why's there a student here? Is he really on patrol? What of his team members?'
'And a student that I don't know much about…'
'Where does his confidence stem from? He speaks so arrogantly even after seeing the force devoted to me? Is 'He' backing the boy? But Harry Potter is his muse so probably not. Then…?'
"Who are you?" Voldemort finally asked the boy.
"I think you still don't get it, do you? Let me show you what I mean in simpler terms." The boy said, the lips on his mask, morphing into a smirk that made it look like the boy was amused about the entire situation.
Suddenly under everyone's scrutinising gaze, the boy calmly brought his clean hands to the mask and pulled it out, leaving it hovering in the air as he stroked back his hair and then looked at Voldemort with a smile.
Except Voldemort couldn't smile.
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