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Post by Jack DeBlanc on Jul 12, 2009 16:38:21 GMT -5
He had been preparing for this moment for days. The prospect of being homeless now that the winter months were creeping in, bringing with them cold days and colder nights, wasn’t particularly alluring. But this had to be done. And he wasn’t a stranger to sleeping rough.
He had worked for Voldemort for nine months and five days. Though it felt like longer. Much longer. It felt like a lifetime, locked up in his room with his potions and Divination equipment. Days of sitting on his bed, on the hard wood floor, on the window sill. Days of wandering around the manor house. Days of walking in the garden. Days of doing fuck all, and having very little to show for all his energy and time. Two hundred and fifty seven days. And what had Jack achieved? Out of all his goals, his plans to save the wizarding world, to help them from the inside, Jack had accomplished nothing.
He had packed all his things into a Muggle camping rucksack. Some things had been magically shrunk down, and lightened. Taking all his worldly belonging in one bag felt weird. In twenty three years of life, he had accumulated a lot of stuff. Most the stuff he had taken to Riddle Manor was now a pile of ashes and dust. Things Jack wanted to forget had been obliterated over the last few months. The rest were in the bag, which stood waiting for Jack at the doorway.
The Seer had sorted a few las things. Given Voldemort information over the last two weeks that would seem legitimate, but would lead down dead end paths. DeBlanc knew that he had to tie up a few loose ends before he disappeared into the night. For one, he had hoped to have killed Fenrir, but that was impossible since the werewolf was now off on some hunt and hadn’t been back to the manor in a month. But Jack could not wait any longer. It was now or never.
He had left his rucksack upstairs in the now bare room. Jack walked down the stairs with nothing but his wand and a travelling cloak around his shoulders. Ignoring anybody who he passed, Jack made his way into the large room when Voldemort usually sat or paced or made his plans. The fire was crackling, a warm casting orange glow around the large room, and sending shadows out in the opposite direction.
“I’m leaving. And this time I won’t be coming back”
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Jul 13, 2009 14:44:56 GMT -5
Tom Marvolo Riddle had been waiting for Jack to enter his room. After knowing Jack Deblanc and having him become one of his most valuable servants - they were no longer his friends, Voldemort knew this - he could tell when Jack wanted to see him. So when the door of his sitting room opened this evening, he did not flinch or bat an eye. Nagini slithered to look at the Seer.
Voldemort had not, however, forseen Jack Deblac coming to tell of his departure. "For good? And where do you think you ought to go? And why?" The Dark Lord looked at him and held his wand up. Silently, he used Legillimans on the Seer. He did not trust that this man was going to be leaving them, so quickly, especially when he was a Seer. Had his Sight shown him something?
The Dark Lord got his answers from Jack's mind and sneered, but waited to hear them from Jack's mouth too.
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Post by Jack DeBlanc on Jul 13, 2009 15:09:54 GMT -5
“Times have changed. The world you still live in is dying, and sooner or later you will drag the rest of us down into your pit of endless fighting. Fighting for what? You have nobody to fight for” Jack seemed perfectly calm. A little annoyed at having his mind prodded and poked for information, but the important stuff was locked away, perfectly safe. Lord Voldemort always had a weakness for trusting his own magical abilities. Sometimes he simply couldn’t understand that there might be people smarter or stronger than him. He slid his hands into his slacks pockets and stood by the fireplace, looking deeply into the bright flames dancing and spitting in the hearth.
“I’m fed up of being a slave. When we started this, it was supposed to be about me helping you, not being your fucking eyes and ears so you could go about destroying innocent people… I only ever joined you because I thought the Muggle world should know we exist. They’re inventive, and their science combined with our magic.. Could you imagine it?” Jack had met many Muggles when he was supposedly in Europe travelling. When in hiding, they were the people who helped him. Many of them were kind, many of them tried their hardest to help. They were no different from Wizards, except instead of a wand they had their science. Jack loved their inventive minds and their determination. Some wizards seemed to lack that spark of inspiration. Magic was only magical if you’ve lived without it.
“But instead you just want them to live in fear of us.. it’s like you want the world to suffer for the shit life you had.. Sometimes I wonder what might have happened if Dumbledore hadn’t taken you to Hogwarts” He paused, turning to look at Voldemort, not caring what punishment the Dark Lord might throw at him or what pain he would have to endure. Voldemort could not stop him leaving.
“I’m going now, because I always believed that I couldn’t change anything, that it was hopeless and all I could do was to watch from the side lines… But I was wrong… So I‘m going to do what I should have done last year.” The Seer said, his defiance was like radiation, seeping through his skin, pumping around his veins like fire. He looked long and hard at Voldemort, never blinking, as if daring him to try reading his mind again, which was now heavily protected.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Jul 30, 2009 14:26:36 GMT -5
Voldemort stood up, angry. Nagini slithered around him and down his body, heading toward Jack. She laid her body along the mantel and stared at him, her tongue hanging out of her mouth, but not hissing.
"Insolent fool. I have the entire wizarding world to fight for," he sneered, his voice angry, his red eyes thin. "How dare you even consider working with Muggles. What you call 'inventive' is just their feeble attempts at being worthwhile." He turned around, his hand gripping his wand. Riddle knew he could not kill Jack, at least not at the moment. He needed a definite Seer, Syrine Bonaparte was not as trusting of Jason as she had been previously. "I cannot imagine such a travesty as working with Muggles... as if they are equal to us! They cannot do half what wizards can, I seem to just be the first wizard to fully appreciate and understand their weaknesses, instead of mollycoddling them and hiding ourselves away. We should be ruling them, not cowering in fear of their own ignorance!"
The Dark Lord was passionate about this subject. "But you have helped me. The ends will justify the means, Jack, causalities are a part of war. And even if Dumbledore hadn't taken me to Hogwarts, I would have still became the greatest wizard of all time. There was no mistaking my power, some wizard would have recognized it."
He watched Jack carefully. Jack was daring him, and to be honest Voldemort appreciated his defiance in a strange sort of way. It proved that Jack wasn't the weakling that so many - including himself - had thought.
"You should have gotten Marked last year," he said fiercly, and suddenly the Dark Lord raised his wand at Jack and a giant wave hit his body hard, splashing the fireplace and extinguishing the fire. Nagini lept up and hissed at Jack.
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Post by Jack DeBlanc on Jul 30, 2009 18:41:28 GMT -5
Jack involentarily stepped back with a sharp burst of pain against his face and neck. The pain stung like a whip had been fiercely snapped against his upper body. Aware that the fire had extinguished, Jack lit the tip of his wand. Within a sweep of his wand, several candles had appeared and were hovering now innocently around. The young man touched his cheek and jaw with his fingertips, and seeing blood, frowned.
"You never really knew Dumbledore, did you? He was like you once, and he had it in his head that Muggles should be ruled by Wizards.. He changed his mind, obviously. He saw they're potential" Jack rubbed the blood on his fingertips between his thumb, before wiping it on his trousers.
"I know that if I don't stay you'll either kill me or keep hunting me until I'm dead, but you've become obsessed to the point that you're blinded. Harry Potter could have been killed long ago, but you want to do the job yourself. Your first flaw is you have let it become personal. You should have let Bellatrix have her fun, and the boy would have been dead, buried and forgotten by now. You've lost sight of what we were trying to create with your desire to destroy" The young man looked down at Nagini, the giant snake occasionally hissing her displeasure, though not striking without her masters permission.
"You say casualties are part of war.. This isn't a fucking war. If it was, maybe I'd be content. Murdering Muggles who mean nothing isn't productive. It's killing for the sakes of killing... It's cowardness." The Seer didn't need Divination to know he'd overstepped the mark now. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. If Jack was going to confront Voldemort, might as well do it properly. He didn't expect to be leaving here without serious injury. That was if he left at all. He'd said too much now, and none of it had been what Voldmeort wanted to hear. He was either going to be locked up here forever, or killed. No way the Dark Lord would let him go scott free now.
"There is no way you could have put a Dark Mark on me," Jack putted back his shirt sleeve to reveal the clear patch of skin where most Death Eaters had the Dark Mark; the rest of his forearm was already inked with detailed runes and symbols which meant nothing to anybody but Jack. In fact his entire upper body had similar detailed runes scattered about his torso, shoulders and arms. He pointed to the clear section of flesh with his wand. "Because this, here, is what keeps me free. I won't belong to any man."
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Dec 14, 2009 21:24:14 GMT -5
Tom Marvolo Riddle was angry. He had never been defied so blatantly, especially by one he called his own. Sure, Deblanc wasn't a Death Eater, he hadn't allowed himself to be Marked. But Deblanc was a follower, damn it.
It didn't matter now, because Deblanc was a fool. He was as good as dead, but he would continue to live for the time being. Until Voldemort didn't need him anymore.... until then, he would be a plaything.
Voldemort knew he had to move fast, this Seer was intelligent. Luckily, Voldemort himself had a quick mind and a fast wrist, making it easy for him to spend spell after spell in quick succession. Jack would pay for this, Voldemort would make him hurt in ways Jack had never imagined.
"Crucio!" he bellowed first, sending the traitor into throes of pain. Voldemort laughed cruelly as he focused on cursing Jack. He let that go for a few minutes. As much as Riddle would have preferred Jack to remain loyal, he enjoyed torturing him, too.
The next two spells came as soon as he dropped the Cruciatus. "Expellamarius! Petrificus Totalus!" Jack was wandless and unable to move. The cat had the mouse now.
"Jack..." Voldemort said, walking towards the paralyzed body. "You're such a fool. You don't need to have the Dark Mark to belong to a man, especially when that man is me." And with that, Riddle began cackling, a cruel laugh that would send chills through the bravest man's bones.
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Post by Jack DeBlanc on Dec 15, 2009 4:23:56 GMT -5
Even without Divination he expected that, though was rather surprised by the speed in which Voldemort could inflict pain. He cringed inwardly, his mind refusing to let his body crumble. His fingers balled into tight fists, his knuckled turning white as he tried to distract himself from the pain within but digging his fingernails hard into his palms. He'd done it before, dozens of times and there were tiny cresent shaped scars on his hands. When the cruciatus was finally lifts, he expected a moment to recover but was suddenly wandless and frozen. Jack had never expected the Dark Lord to use such simple spells. It wasn't normally his style.
As Jack remained motionless, he wished he could still speak. He'd tell Voldemort how much he hated it here, being a slave without physical chains, but still trapped. He'd tell him how he planned to betray him all along, how there wasnt any point keeping him alive because there was no way on Earth or in hell that he would help the Dark Lord now. But expecting the Dark Lord to perform Legamin's upon him any moment, Jack focused on closing off those thoughts from his mind.
He almost hoped the Dark Lord would delve into his mind. Because there were things he wanted Voldemort to see. Things not necessarily true, things that had not yet come to pass, but things Jack believed would bring about Harry Potter's victory. There were more traitors in Voldemort's ranks. There were more heroes to be found onthe other side, and Harry was so much stronger than Voldemort anticipated..
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Dec 15, 2009 14:35:09 GMT -5
After a few moments, the Dark Lord looked down upon Jack and studied him for a few minutes. His face was full of defiance and hate, and Voldemort wondered if Jack had known this was coming, or if he had expected death. No, he wouldn't kill the Seer. At least not yet. Voldemort may be skilled at using spells in quick succession when he felt threatened, but he needed a little bit of time to decide what he needed to do. Jack was important, thought Voldemort would never admit it.
For the time being, Riddle started at Deblanc, squeezing his own wand, and delved into the recesses of Jack's deep mind.
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Post by Jack DeBlanc on Dec 15, 2009 17:34:16 GMT -5
This was what Jack expected and had hoped for. The oppotunity to taunt or haunt Voldemor with images which had no solidarity, which could mean anything to anybody but him. It was time to let loose the horrors which would send Voldemort into a panic.
Jack concentrated all his might on several images, which he repeated like a mantra, over and over just thinking of those five images.
Seven Death Eater masks all being pulled off to reveal the face of Harry Potter.
The face of Albus Dumbledore, changed by death but at peace, content with the way things have turned out with that same twinkle in his eye from when he was younger.
A golden Snitch buzzing around the dark forest, fast and furious before disappearing into the dark sky.
A fire so brilliant it scortched all it touched, including a variey of random magical objects, things people had forgotten or lost all blackened and destroyed.
The grave of Tom Riddle Senior, the earth stirring and the dawn breaking to the East..
Jack kept repeating the images, kept making them play in his head like an old Muggle film flickered occasionally or stuttering. But always the same five images.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Dec 22, 2009 18:07:18 GMT -5
Tom Riddle gasped with each image. He wasn't expecting an enigma, but Jack's mind had never been easy to navigate even when Deblanc willingly let the Dark Lord into his mind. He saw the images Jack played, confounded by the meaning of it all.
When Voldemort tried to delve deeper into the recesses, he found he couldn't. True, Jack's Occlumency skills were strong, rivaling the skills of Voldemort's Legillemency skills. Match that with Jack's inability to move, making his mind stronger, and well, Voldemort had little chance at finding what he wanted: a solution to the enigma.
After watching the slideshow for what seemed like hours, Voldemort broke the connection with an angry scream. He couldn't find an answer to the puzzle Deblanc was giving him, but he would.
Voldemort needed to think. With a flick of his wand, Jack Deblanc disappeared from the room and was sent down to the basement chambers. He had no torture orders tonight, but Jack would be sure to suffer, if only by Riddle's own hand. But for now, Riddle was angry.
Nagini slithered in and found her master sitting in his favorite chair. She curled around the top, resting her head on his shoulder. The man - or part man - reached for her head and ran a bony finger along it, absentminded. He started off into space, trying to think of what these images meant.
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