Priggo stared at Trin in bewilderment. He knew what the Death Eaters did to spies, and he knew that no mercy would be shown to him, even if his parents had financed them for several years. "So you brought us here to see who's side we're on..." He glanced to Kaza, before locking his gaze on Trin.

"Obviously." Came Kaza, before she was magically silenced by a nonverbal casting from Priggo.

"Well... yeah."

Priggo couldn't believe this. She had brought him here so he'd be easier to kill if he had disagreed with her. This was nuts.
Already he was regretting his friendship with her, and already he was plotting the fastest way out of the building. He would be prepared to use the third year for cover, if he had to.

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Priggo held his wand to the man's face, nervous yet steady. The man's insult only urged him on as he spoke the words of the curse, weaving the flame through the man's insides, being careful not to kill him.

Beside him, Nethro and Trin each had their wands out, prepared to strike the intruder.

"A good belt or some gloves... And I'll lower my wand." Priggo grinned. "I can't speak for the others, though. You'll have to bargain with them on your own for their mercy. And don't try to apparate, or you'll be dead before half of you has vanished."

Beside him, Nethro was already mumbling in parsel tongue, as a trio of serpents slithered in from the darkness, each moving about the man, each ready to strike on command. Trin was about ready to use Crucio, when the intruder performed some complex bit of magic, and was able to escape.

Though the man had escaped, and had learned alot of dangerous information about the three Slytherins, Priggo couldn't help but feel elated. It was for moments like these, that Priggo truly lived.

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"Petrificus Tota-" And he was thrown back, his back hitting the cold stone walls, dust and plaster raining down around him as Rose exploded from his amulet, charging forward toward the three Death Eaters. Trin had already drawn her wand, tossing hexes across the room as the panther leapt past her.

Quickly drawing himself up, Priggo reached around blindly for his wand. His vision was blurred, as he struggled to gain control. Ahead of him, the sounds of the combat were picking up, and he knew that by now, someone had to have been killed. "Screw it." And he began casting counter curses at random, wandless and nonverbally. After a moment, he heard a man cry out in pain, and he knew that Rose's claws had connected with one of the others. Pushing himself to his feet, Priggo dashed through the door once more, before being hit yet again by a wave of energy as one of the Death Eaters let out a scream, magic pulsing through the room.

After a few short moments, the battle had momentarily ended, and the pair of slytherins fled the building. But they would not escape so easily. Just outside, they were met with what could only be described as an army of Death Eaters, all gathered around the entrance to the old house. Priggo's senses were overloaded as spells came at he and Trin from all directions. In a panic, he sent off hexes. He was sure he had to have killed a few of them, but it didn't matter, for a moment later he was already face down in a pool of his own blood, barely concious as the battle raged around him.

He pulled at the cobblestone beneath him, glancing the last of the Dementors moving in to assist the Death Eaters. His wand was somewhere among the bodies, his arms in too much pain to move, he could do nothing.

Rose was torn down by a Killing Curse a few moments later, and when Priggo came to, he found Trin in just a bad a state as he was. He didn't wait to see what happened next, and after giving Trin a short goodbye, he vanished with a *POP* and was in the Panther's Enclave, still covered with the blood of himself, and the Death Eaters he had just fought.

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The Ravenclaw kid, From, was snooping around. He was suspicious of The Panthers. Luckily for Priggo, The Panthers had not had a single meeting, they had not had a single club duel or discussion. Good thing for Priggo, there was nothing for From to find. But still, the little Ravenclaw was a little big for his boot straps, and Priggo intended on putting him into place.

Priggo was smarter, faster, and stronger than From could ever hope of becoming, and his training had only just begun. From had a purpose, and chances are he would not sway from that goal until whatever Priggo was up to (which at the moment, was absolutely nothing), was revealed. Priggo would have time on his side, he would wait, and let From do all the snooping he wanted. But when he finally decided to take action, he would hold nothing back. He would use every item, every spell, every trick and cheat he knew. He wouldn't turn, he wouldn't run. He wouldn't stop casting until one of them was dead.

It would be an interesting match, but Priggo was confident. Even Rose seemed eerily comfortable with the idea of a showdown, and she had never led Priggo astray before.

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Priggo fell to his knees as Trin stood over him, her wand pointed down. His mind filled with pain, as his body went into spasms. "Wh- but why?!" Was all he could choke out as the pain of the Cruciatus Curse overwhelmed his body. Just as quickly as it had started, the pain was over. Acting on instinct, Priggo immediately dropped into invisibility, moving to attack her.

His now invisible wand was raised to her throat, as Priggo began to nonverbally activate his Petrificus spell.

"You don't know how to use that spell yet, do you?"

Priggo froze on the spot. He was juggling in his mind between revenge, and knowledge. He hungered for both.

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Priggo stood over Rose, using his passionate hatred (of several unnamed students and adults) to bring her to his knees. As she quaked in pain, he smirked. Dropping to his knees, the spell still active, he nuzzled up against her, the shaking of her pained body soothing him.

She did not resist, or even complain. Indeed she was happy to serve.

Finally, he released her, and tucked his wand into his belt. Unsummoning her, he tapped on his amulet once more, fading from sight.

Crucio, was his.

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//All right, for anyone who actually bothers to read these, I apologize for the length of this post, but I'd rather do it like this than many small posts. Also its kinda wierd, but Priggo's mind is becoming increasingly deluded as he delves further into whatever he's being guided towards.//

Priggo had been listening to that steady ticking in his head for the past five minutes. Already it was driving him into a panic. Already, he was out of control. Quickly shoving a few of his books from off of his bed into his bags, and throwing his cloak on, he ran out of the Slytherin commons, pulling his hood over his face.

He didn't care about the muggles' stares, he didn't care about the arcane secret he kept in his belt, he didn't care about From, Trin, or Gabrella. All he cared about was that slow, throbbing urge that had filled his soul. Arriving in London, he pushed his way into the music store, the tinkling of the doorbell sounding his arrival.

Glancing around, he ignored the stares of the shopkeep, and began searching around in the store. Frantic, he waited by the harps, until that bum walked in. He must have been a muggle, for he certainly smelled like one.

The bum examined the harp for only a moment, before retreating from the establishment. Priggo, urged forward by that guiding presence, gave chase. His clothing vanishing around him, he found himself in muggle attire as he sped around the corner in pursuit. He was invisible. He was invincible. There was nothing that could stop him now.

The man had chosen to escape on broom. Clearly not a muggle. Priggo gave chase, summoning his firebolt to his side. They soared over muggle streets, and it seemed to be that at that one moment, everything was going Priggo's way. Every muggle, every camera, every single plane in the sky, all seemed to have gone blind to the two specks of radiant thunder now streaking toward Grimmauld Place. Priggo, while still some 10 feet above the ground, leapt from his broom, landing in a roll.

His wand was pointed at the man. His wand was pointed at the man. His wand was pointed at the man. The man didn't resist. The man merely smiled. The man was surely mocking Priggo, for there could be no other explanation. Priggo demanded that the items be surrendered. He could have been spared. Priggo focused all the hate within him. Every single tear he had shed, every drop of blood that had fallen from his veins, every fiber of his existence roared.

The man dropped as Priggo uttered the incantation of the Cruciatus Curse. The man could only scream as Priggo's mind entered the body of the man, demanding obedience.

The slytherin's ears twitched as Gabrella landed nearby.

Priggo's mind raced. Why was she here? Had she followed him? Had the demon tipped her off? Would she turn him in? Would he have to kill her? And he sicked Rose on her.

The panther gave a roar and leapt at the girl, closing in and keeping watch. With Gabrella secured, he released the man before him, collecting the articles he had come to take. Turning, he unsummoned Rose, and stepped toward Gabrella.

She wouldn't give him a chance to explain. She wouldn't listen. She would never understand the sacrifices he had made. She would never understand the power he now held. She would never understand the incredible urge Priggo had to end her life right there.

But no, he had no time to even collect his thoughts, as she quickly blasted away on broom. Priggo was forced to follow, and follow he did, following her back to King's Cross Station. It was there that he caught up with her. But as he looked into her now stone eyes, and her now stone cheeks, and her now stone tears, he felt pity. Obliviating her, he let her go. She would never fully trust him... But it didn't matter, not after the risk Priggo had just taken for her.

It would be much later that Priggo demanded information from his employer. Even as he was held above the ground, his feet dangling, his life slowly fading from his body, he demanded obedience. Even in the face of death, Priggo lunged at the opportunity of Dominance.

Priggo would get what he was after, if he had to destroy all of Hogwarts, and everyone inside of it.

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Waking up in bed, Priggo gasped for breath, clinging at his throat. Looking around, he saw nothing but darkness. Had it all been a dream?

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"You can go to hell..." Was all Priggo could manage.

He couldn't believe his eyes. The demon had finally fell away from his control. He had always felt a sense of authority when dealing with it, but now it had snapped. Holding Evie aloft in one hand, Gabrella in the other, Priggo desperately looked to the other students, who were petrified in fear. "Help them you idiots!" His wand appearing in his hand, he shot spell after spell at it, each bouncing off harmlessly in turn.
As Gabrella was swallowed up by the being, Priggo roared in anger, his broom appearing between his legs, as he raced through the air. His hand was outstretched, ready to grasp at her hand... when everything was still. Silence had settled in, and Priggo could only float in midair, shocked. Racing outside, he collapsed in a heap on the cobblestones, his broom vanishing. Pulling himself into a sitting position, he was followed by From.
Priggo couldn't stand his accusations. Priggo knew what they were all thinking. They all thought he had summoned it. He wouldn't let this happen. Not to them. Collapsing to his knees, he begged the being to accept a trade. He begged that the being would release them, and take him. But it was no use... the monster wanted him punished.

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It would be a while later before Priggo found Gabrella and Evie in the hospital wing. Both were badly injured, but alive. Later, out in the side hall, Lucian had confronted him. Lucian was so happy to know that he had been chosen by the creature, so happy to know that he would be working alongside Priggo, serving this creature's dark purpose.

"If I had the chance, I would kill that son of a [censored] right now, and he knows that. So don't talk to me about faith, and about your duty. You only have one purpose, and that is to support your superiors. That is all, and nothing more."

Priggo left Lucian there, left him to think on things. Later, he would wish he had simply killed the ravenclaw right there and then.

Lucian raised his wand to Priggo, who was too slow on the draw. Priggo summoned his wand, and was midway through his attack when he was turned to stone. Lucian would petrify everyone in the room before finally going at Priggo with a knife.

Priggo didn't know how he had survived, but one thing was clear. The demon knew that Priggo would no longer help him, he knew that Priggo would try to save as many people as possible. So he wanted Priggo replaced. Priggo was down. He knew there was nothing he could do to defeat the creature in a one on one match... but he still had a wild card up his sleeve.

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He would confess. He told Headmaster Dumbledore everything. He told how he had been tempted to serve, how he had tried to back out of the deal. He told how he had harbored this creature inside of him. And then he was sent to Snape's office.

He prepared a list for Professor Snape, a list of everyone Priggo felt should be given protection;

From Maysen
Lucian Vent
Evie Cromwell
Gabrella Crystania

At no time did Priggo say that he was in danger. At no time did he mention the promise that the being had given him, the threat of what would happen if he had revealed his secret. At no time did he tell anyone, that he was now making his peace with God, and preparing himself for death.

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He was surprised. A month or so had passed since it had all happened, and he was still alive. He had contemplated this many a night in the cold, empty sanctuary of his Panther's Enclave, which was far more barren and lacking of duelists than he had hoped upon its conception.

Maybe the demonic presence had decided to go elsewhere. Maybe it simply didn't care about Priggo anymore... or maybe... just maybe, Priggo was becoming more of a threat. Already he found himself becoming stronger. Priggo found himself repeating a common ritual, as he would hit an unimaginable strength in the musty halls of his dueling city, and believe that he had finally hit his limit, only to break through his own barrier a few nights later.

He was starting to wonder when it would all stop, when he would finally hit his peak, and be woefully past his prime. But he wouldn't allow himself to dwell on that too much, as he spent most of his time training. He found himself paying more attention than normal in class, watching his teachers' every move, studying their wand technique.

He wasn't necessarily learning how they were as strong as they were, but more learning how he could beat them. Already he doubted Sprout, Flitwick or Trewalny would pose much of a challenge, and set his sights onto McGonagal and Snape. Both were obviously skilled, and he knew that despite his rapid progress, he might well never be able to best them.

However, each of them had their flaws. They were both using the old textbook spells along with the students. Priggo had long since perfected the standard magical gestures and phrases. He had his own version of nearly every spell in the standard books of spells copied out into a huge stack of tomes in the corner of his room.

He was now able to control as many as seven inferi at once, setting them out to perform simple mundane tasks. He could cast as many as five spells at once. Four if they were wandless. Three if he did it nonverbally.

Indeed, Priggo Seville is becoming powerful, and only God knows when he'll break through his current power limit, and ascend to something much, much more.

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Priggo was using Crucio nearly half a dozen times per day now, as he practiced deep within his amulet. He didn't have to do much. All he had to do was imagine Lucian, and the spell would provide the rest.

Rose would face incredible pain for the next few weeks, but it did not matter to her.

Priggo had set a goal for himself, and would never forgive Lucian. Even as Priggo's mind deteriorated, things around him started to lose their place. But he had helped Lucian in his duel. He had shown kindness.

That much Priggo knew.

And Lucian had insulted him. No insult would be taken.

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Opening his journal, he tapped it with his wand;

Lucian Vent

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And thus the list was started, and he prepared himself.

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Priggo hadn't been this happy in a long time. He was starting to see Gabrella not as a two dimensional trophy girl, but as an interesting witch in her own right. But the more he saw her in such positive light, the more it seemed the others wanted her for themselves. He trusted her faithfullness, but didn't trust the likes of Lucian, Donald, and that Puff.

Adding to further comfort, his sister, Nadine (named after her mother), had arrived at Hogwarts. Though they bickered endlessly, it was in a friendly way, and Priggo would do everything within his power to ensure her happiness at her new home.

Indeed, for once, Priggo didn't view training as his top priority, and to be honest... it frightened him.

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It was obvious to Priggo now. Lucian had never stopped working for the creature... he had only pretended to have had changed. He wouldn't let that filthy liar hurt anyone... He would not let Lucian finish what he had started. He would see Lucian punished, as was fitting.

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Priggo frowned as he looked down at the tear stained letter. Crumpling it up in his fist, he stared out over the expanse of the beautiful Chinese country side. Sighing, he closed his eyes, letting the cool breeze flow past him, as something cold hit his upturned face. Opening his eyes, his pupils dilated quickly as the refreshing rain poured over him.

Nadine was standing behind him, as eager and intent as ever. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he let Lucian hurt her... Tugging his hood further over his face, he turned back toward where the old china-man was now slumbering. He had done his duty, and eliminated the two trouble-causing dragons, but the old man had offered little help.

He had so much on his plate right now; His sister and girlfriend being intimidated by Lucian, the blue markings on his face that wouldn't come off, and now he was unable to make contact with the card reader, and his shot at a glimpse into his own future vanished.

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The plan was decided on. Things would have to happen fast. Priggo had chosen Nadine to get the potion, what he had hoped would be the least dangerous of the jobs, considering he was placing his hopes in Snape rushing upstairs when he learned of what Lucian had done.

"Nadine..." He said, putting his hand on her shoulder. "... don't fail me."

And within minutes he was already being pursued by Lucian down the hall, before he sped around the corner, toward Snape's office. Luckily, he was able to avoid capture by leaping upon his broom, and whizzing down the curiously empty halls.

Arriving at Snape's, he was forced to ignore his sister, who called out cries of success to him. Entering the Professor's office, he immediately launched into an explanation of what was happening. Quickly moving to protect his student, Snape raced to the Entrance Hall, where Lucian made the one of the most stupid, shocking things Priggo could have imagined: He tried to fight back.

Priggo, quick on the draw, disarmed Lucian with an expelliarmus, as Snape closed in on the now retreating Lucian.

Priggo was slightly relieved, knowing that he was safe from the lunatic... at least for a while. He could now concentrate on finding that mysterious woman, and asking for her help in card gazing.

Slipping the potion Nadine gave him into his robes, he walked up to his dormitory for the night, ready to get started in the morning.

Something very strange happened that night...

For the first time in five years, Priggo slept.

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Priggo had changed. He calmed down faster than usual, he was more forgiving, he was more hesitant in his actions. He wasn't as dark, as cruel, as merciless. Of course, everyone in the school still hated him, obvoiusly, everyone viewed him as an arrogant, judgemental, and embittered prick, which he was.

But he was secretly happy with them. Never before had he felt so alive, as his body once more gained the characteristic warmth of the living. Though he still didn't eat or sleep, he knew that someday, far from the present, he might very well become fully human.

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Priggo was in his room, the flames of the candles put out many hours ago. He had entered a trance, and it felt as if every problem in his life had just melted away from him. Crouched on the floor, his clothes in a heap in the corner, he was too drenched in bliss to comprehend the pain of what he was doing to himself.

A wickedly curved knife in his hand, he was just finishing up the final rune. He was still covered in blood, but he didn't care. The five runes were completed, and he smiled down at himself, very much thrilled by what he had become.

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On his right palm, he had carved, with the knife, Algiz. And so with his right hand, he could shield those being attacked.



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On his left palm, he had carved, with the knife, Thurisaz. And so with his left hand, he could attack those who threatened those without shields.



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On his right ankle, he had carved, with the knife, Hagalaz. And so with it, he could survive unexpected change.



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On his left ankle, he had carved, with the knife, Sowulo. And so with it, he could always move toward victory.



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On his chest, far larger than the others, he had carved, with the knife, Teiwaz. And so with it, he could harness the other runes for his cause.



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Priggo had completed his ritual. And so he cleaned himself up, allowing the wounds to scar over in an instant. Destroying the knife, he took its essence within him, and prepared himself for another day.

Feeling empowered, he stalked from his room, ready for anything.

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Things had returned to normal, at last. Everyone hated him, and he found comfort in that familiar feeling of being loathed. He would act his bitter self around nearly everyone, but as soon as their backs were turned, he couldn't help but smile. He felt so alive, and it was wonderful.

Lucian and Drado appeared to be trying to join a new club, and of course, Priggo would do all he could to stop them from getting more power to aid them in whatever illicit dealings they may be steering towards, but inside, it didn't matter to him, all that much. He was happy with nearly everything in his life.

But as Priggo read his newest spellbook happily, Rose frowned. She knew that he was still far from his destined path, still far from the greatness he was born to achieve. Though he may be unhappy for a while, in the end, her way was simply necessary. She would double his training and study, and ensure that he didn't stray too far off course.

But it wouldn't be all that difficult, Priggo had already gone farther than almost anyone had. All that was left, was the fine tuning. But as his father had said, "Everything, EVERYTHING... is in the details."

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