Stories by Darkw01fie

In hushed whispers of wizarding lore, they speak of him in awe, and in fear—a man steeped in power, a revolutionary, an inventor, a warrior draped in the trappings of arcane magic. Yet, in the legends of old, he is no God or king, but a mortal man, a child who resurrected an extinct art, a prodigy like no other, and embarked on an extraordinary adventure.

Voldemort looked upon his servant in disgust, not only had they let the boy escape him he had apparently broken into his most trusted servant's vault, he couldn't give the boy any time to plan, he needed to go check up on his Horcrux now, there would be no way for the boy to thwart him again.