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Earlier...
Sheffield...
According to his sources Potter Watch was either here or had been here and had since packed up and moved on.
History had taught him it was more likely to be the latter, that he was wasting his time, and that someone was going to become an outlet for his anger.
And he knew that the Dark Lord would still see this as a failure of his, even if he personally handed over Potter Watch to the Dark Lord to do with as he saw fit.
Bellatrix would just laugh at him and tell him that such a gesture as that wasn't going to make her actually care about him more than she did the day she married him.
He growled under his breath and flicked the half-finished cigarette out onto the street.
The very Muggle street.
Filthy. And yet it has to be done. They think that by hiding in places purebloods won't go they can escape him and his servants. Well. They're wrong. Very wrong.
He strode down the street, elbowing passersby whether they were in his way or not, simply because they were Muggles and thus worth such rudeness.
Until he reached the house he knew was probably empty.
A quick scan told him it was, and hadn't been occupied in ages.
Useless informents. I should just do the tracking myself. Too bad the charm's been used up and Mulciber's out of the country on business of his own, he snarled to himself. And his son is dead useless too, or I'd ask him to do it instead of his father-
Something whizzed by his ear.
What was that?
It was coming back. It was...
A bird?
Stupid creature!
He pulled out his wand.
A bird would do just as well as any other as far as alleviating his anger would-
Waitamoment...
Sheffield...
According to his sources Potter Watch was either here or had been here and had since packed up and moved on.
History had taught him it was more likely to be the latter, that he was wasting his time, and that someone was going to become an outlet for his anger.
And he knew that the Dark Lord would still see this as a failure of his, even if he personally handed over Potter Watch to the Dark Lord to do with as he saw fit.
Bellatrix would just laugh at him and tell him that such a gesture as that wasn't going to make her actually care about him more than she did the day she married him.
He growled under his breath and flicked the half-finished cigarette out onto the street.
The very Muggle street.
Filthy. And yet it has to be done. They think that by hiding in places purebloods won't go they can escape him and his servants. Well. They're wrong. Very wrong.
He strode down the street, elbowing passersby whether they were in his way or not, simply because they were Muggles and thus worth such rudeness.
Until he reached the house he knew was probably empty.
A quick scan told him it was, and hadn't been occupied in ages.
Useless informents. I should just do the tracking myself. Too bad the charm's been used up and Mulciber's out of the country on business of his own, he snarled to himself. And his son is dead useless too, or I'd ask him to do it instead of his father-
Something whizzed by his ear.
What was that?
It was coming back. It was...
A bird?
Stupid creature!
He pulled out his wand.
A bird would do just as well as any other as far as alleviating his anger would-
Waitamoment...