Chapter Fifty-Five, Voldemort's Obscene Plan

Previously on The Soulbond of a Peverell:

Sirius' guess had been correct as the minute he had entered the Great Hall with Remus, Andy and Cissa they all spotted Izzy sat at the Gryffindor table with all of her friends (including all of the Weasleys, Neville, Kellah, Celeste, all of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Lee Jordan, Draco, Luna, Blaise Zabini, Daphne Greengrass and Susan Bones) surrounding her making her laugh and offering a buffer to the questioning glances and probing questions.

"Izzy!" Sirius called attracting her attention, hiding the broom behind his back.

"DAD!" Izzy exclaimed, jumping to her feet, she tripped over her own feet and would have fallen hard to the flagstones if Fred hadn't caught her.

A fond smile stole across Andy's face as she was reminded of her daughter so much in that moment. She had loved how the two girls had bonded over the summer sharing their love for their Metamorphmagus gift.

"Careful sweetheart." Andromeda chided gently as Izzy crashed into her father's arms, Sirius holding her tightly with one arm while the other held the broom behind his back.

"I have something for you." Sirius announced, pulling back to look at Izzy, a wide smile stealing across his face.

"You didn't have to get me anything Dad." Izzy mumbled bashfully.

"I know but go on and open it anyway." Sirius said excitedly, pulling the package from behind his back with a flourish making Izzy giggle while Remus, Cissa and Andy rolled their eyes fondly at the man. "You'll find that you need this." He watched eagerly as she placed it on the Gryffindor table as she ripped off the wrapping with Neville and Ron helping her much like they did in their First year when Minerva had gotten her the Nimbus.

"It's a Firebolt!" George exclaimed excitedly.

"It's the fastest broom in the world!" Fred added eagerly.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!" Izzy exclaimed, bouncing excitedly on the spot as she hugged her Dad. Spinning around, with her hair changing to a bright sunshine yellow with her joy and excitement, Izzy tied the blue-grey Hippogriff feather around the handle.

She knew it had come from Buckbeak and therefore Hagrid.

"THANKS HAGRID!!" Izzy shouted, smiling widely at the Half-Giant sitting at the staff table who beamed back at her glad she was happy after the last few days, or rather this year in fact. Picking up the broom she ran out of the Great Hall towards the Entrance Courtyard with all of her friends, most of Gryffindor, and some Quidditch fanatics from other Houses following behind her. All of them eager to see the Firebolt in action.

"We're bound to win the Quidditch Cup, now!" Oliver said, exuberated, almost as excited as Izzy was. Making those close to him laugh as that was just who Oliver was a big Quidditch fanatic, but he would never put that before his team, and especially not Izzy.

She was like his little sister, and besides, he knew Fred would kill him if he did. If Angelina, Alicia and Katie didn't get to him first.

"I did good." Sirius grinned, making his cousins and husband laugh and shake their heads at him. But they couldn't deny the truth to that statement as this was the happiest they've seen Izzy all year. As they followed behind the students to watch Izzy they couldn't help but feel a weight lift off of their shoulders as they watched Izzy take off at a fast speed, the air filled with her screams of excitement and happiness. They knew she loved flying and felt free while she flew – exactly like James used to – so to see her so happy, so free after the traumatic year she's experienced; well there's no other word for it.

It was such a freeing feeling that they couldn't help but to cheer with everyone else as they gently pushed to the front, standing alongside the Weasleys, Luna, Draco, Neville, Kellah, Celeste, Lee, and the Gryffindor Quidditch team. As they watched her rise into the air, barely able to see her now if it weren't for her bright yellow hair, but they could hear her. Hear her enjoyment, and that was everything to those who considered themselves Isadora Talia Potter-Black's family or loved ones.

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Chapter Fifty-Five, Voldemort's Obscene Plan

In a dark, gloomy and rundown manor house the shrivelled, demonic child-like version of Lord Voldemort sat planning the downfall of a teenage girl, aided and abetted by Peter Pettigrew otherwise known as Wormtail; the kick in the teeth was that he used to be a considered a best friend of James Potter, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin-Black, and Barty Crouch Jr who had been saved from his father's enslavement by Voldemort and Wormtail a few days prior. Despite his appearance, Voldemort had come a long way from the wraith version of himself that Izzy had met in her first year – although if someone was sucking the life force of all they could by possessing them (including other rodents, which was how Wormtail had found him in an Albanian forest) and a dark potion made of Unicorn blood and Nagini's venom, as she was not a normal snake but a Malidictus (a wixen with a blood curse that forces they're transformation).

"How fastidious you've become Wormtail!" Voldemort hissed dangerously; his blood-red eyes narrowed dangerously at the snivelling man. "Perhaps the task of caring for me? Or perhaps you are not really with us, with me and instead want to get information to pass onto your old friends?"

"N-no. No, my Lord Voldemort," Wormtail stuttered, kneeling in front of the wing-backed armchair that Voldemort sat in; the shadows cast from the fire that Wormtail now blocked caused Voldemort to appear more grotesque. "I just thought...well, maybe...I thought perhaps we can do it without the girl?"

"NO! No, Isadora Potter is everything! The most crucial part to me regaining my body and might again! And it will be done exactly as I said! Is that clear Wormtail?"

Wormtail nodded, frightened, whimpering and trembling in the might of Voldemort's angry magic even with it in its weakened state.

"Good. Is that clear Barty?" Voldemort asked, looking to the dark brunette that kneeled to the left of the armchair. None of them noticed that they had an audience for the entirety of this conversation. An old man who used to be caretaker for Voldemort's father and grandfather in fact, and who was planning to report these men to the local authorities; his plan would have worked if Nagini hadn't returned to the house and spot the old man outside the room watching and listening through the ajar door that had been left slightly open for her return.

"I will not fail you my Lord." Barty Crouch Jr swore passionately.

"Good." Voldemort stated firmly. "Barty I want you to gather are old comrades, sending them a sign at the World Cup match would be a good way to announce my budding return to the world. After that, we are to pay Alastor Moody a visit." He ordered, only to pause to listen to Nagini speaking to him in Parseltongue.

'There is an old man, a Muggle, standing just outside the door watching and listening to every word. His scent lingers within the house, but it is old and faint.' Nagini hissed.

"Nagini tells me there is an old Muggle caretaker who is standing just outside the door watching and listening to every word." Voldemort told Barty and Wormtail. For an overweight man Wormtail sprung to his feet and was at the door opening it wider with remarkable speed, a malicious look upon his round sunken face. Staring the old man down who raised his hands in surrender.

That would unfortunately not work with these three.

"Stand aside Wormtail and allow me to give our unexpected guest a proper and well-deserved greeting." Voldemort hissed his voice cold with malicious intent. The smirk upon both Wormtail and Barty's faces seemed to widen and darken with Voldemort's words as Wormtail stepped aside. The old man, Frank Bryce, was confused for all but a moment as a white stick was pointed at him from the depths of the chair before a sickly, bright, green light shot towards him and he knew no more. His body crumpled to the ground as if he were a marionette that had their strings cut.

Dark tidings were brewing upon the horizon and were hurtling at an unstoppable speed towards Isadora Talia Potter-Black. It would seem the wizarding world as a whole was heading towards a dark time as Voldemort was gathering strength within the shadows, regathering his followers, intent on world domination but first he had his sights fixed on a fourteen-year-old girl. The time where they would all be tested was fast approaching and they best hope they were ready for when it and the storm it heralded arrived.

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