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The streets of the Wizarding world are no longer safe…
Shrouded in the veil of darkness, far from where the light of any lantern could reach; a plan has been unfolding. Tom Riddle has grown tired of waiting. He had been watching his former home for many years now; silently observing as future Aurors and Ministers stepped through the threshold of its majestic archway. The potential of the students of the school was like a fruit that had flourished from a blossom; ripe and ready for the picking.
Sadly, as Dumbledore had already made it clear; he was never to set foot in the school as a Professor, effectively barring him from cultivating the student’s minds. It would take more than this hindrance to deter the Wizard, who in years past had transformed his group of school admirers into a league of followers. Like many of the children Tom had grown up with, many were scared of him and his increasing power. Others simply wanted to procure the power that their leader had promised them.
Their faction’s numbers were still no match for the gentry of Aurors and other civil servants that the Ministry of Magic had acquired; it was partially due to the nature of their work. Tom knew that he would need to possess an army of substantial size and ability, before attempting anything. Many of those who were loyal to him could hardly call themselves Wizards of any merit. As with any good strategist, the raven haired leader knew that the fate of the Death Eaters lay in the balance of those he could recruit.
His plan of action had taken several months to devise; its genius a result of it’s perceived simplicity. The man was aware that a handful of his associates had children currently enrolled in the school, providing a supply of expendable pawns, of which he could seek control.
In recent months, he had contacted an old acquaintance, Borgin; a man who he had worked for many years ago. Not surprisingly, he wasn’t pleased to see his former employee. Like many other hesitant men that Riddle had encountered, he had his price; three large bagfuls of golden galleons, to carry out his customer’s request.
Borgin was to acquire eight pieces of jewellery, all specific in nature. Four of the articles were to be necklaces, whose charm was to be a green serpent wrapped around of a piece of black onyx. The remaining pieces were to be rings; similar in design to the pendants.
Upon receiving the trinkets, all of which had been crafted to meet his expectations; Voldermort enchanted them, though cursed would be a better term. Upon being placed around a targets’ neck or finger, it would form a bond with the wearer, making it impossible for them to be removed. These innocent bangles were also capable of inflicting a level of pain that was nearly comparable to the Cruatius curse, or at least it would seem so to those it was inflicted upon.
There was however, a problem that the maker couldn’t resolve. It would appear that the ornaments would have to initially be worn with the wearers’ accord. They could not be forced upon a person, and if attempted, would lose all remnants of the curse. This made it imperative, that in selecting his agents at school, he could only choose the most capable.
The young men and women, who would be selected, would face a most tiresome task; using their own methods, they would manipulate their elected objective into wearing the jinxed articles. The aims would entail a boy and a girl from each house, a total of eight…
…no more, no less, Lord Voldermort would only be satisfied with perfection.
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[Plot] The Cursed Necklaces
