Chapter 2: Pizza

Have you ever thought you would be suddenly thrust into the middle of a wizard war, with a new fancy wand that whispered to you like a naughty bitch on how to use it?

While also having just shown a large group of wizards the wonder of pizza at once, and got so sidetracked they forgot how they all looked? Nothing a few memory-altering charms couldn't fix at least.

Despite Colt still eating pizza, another part of him felt full, all be it still 'Hungry.'

A deep roaming hunger that only got stronger after he had tasted a little snake's soul.

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''OH, SHIT! Before we get food, I got to do something, just licety split!''

''Licety... Split?'' Moody mumbled as they watched Colton, in all his dad glory suddenly leap off the pedal stool and take off down the hall, making his way as he let the hunger in him guide I'm, footsteps falling behind him as people started to follow him.

Soon he broke out into the large hall with the floor network, Voldemort appearing in a flash of green only for a massive beam of crackly red energy to slam into him and toss him like a rag doll backward.

When people finally caught up to him, seeing him locking down a struggling Voldemort, Moody released a snort as he grinned. ''Told you Hellfire Spirits were powerful... Old Voldy must've done some dark things to get a spirit sent after him like this.''

The red began to get fought back, sparks of electricity dancing between them before the beam seemed to double in power. Voldemort coughed blood as the beam locked him down as Ethan slowly walked over, releasing a slow whistle.

''Damn, magic's really neat, it's not even me doing this. It'd the wand responding to what I want to do to you... Of course, might be a little weird for a hot hunk like me wanting to lock you down in submission, eh no nose?''

The flesh began to burn off his form, his Hawaiian shirt, and shorts remaining as bright as they were as his flames consumed his being.

Despite the strange appearance, when Voldemort saw the flaming skull he began to try and fight back that much harder.

The terror that was coming from him caused Colt's flames to get hotter as his being craved the sin the man had. Even those not affronted by the terror of a flaming skeleton walking toward him felt an amount of terror.

It was enough to completely distract everyone except one from the clicking of the flip-flops as he walked forward, the heels of the flip-flop slapping against the bones.

Luna only watched with her head tilted, smiling. To her, Colt didn't look scary at all, comforting even. Felt even now if she approached for a hug she wouldn't be burned.

The beam stopped as Colt got his flaming hands-on Voldemort's robes, lifting him off his feet and up to Colt's height, leaving his feet to hang as even without having his wand, a piece of magic whipped out, snapping Voldemort's wand in half.

''Hey, pretty boy... You know the brand name for the concealing you use for your nose?''

Colt's voice began to slowly turn, deeper, darker as the hunger began to cause a deep growl in his otherworldly voice. ''A shame this is only a small piece of the pie....''

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Colton locked eyes on Voldemort and the screams began as Colt began to breathe in the sin of the man, taking the man's small soul out of his body as it began to quickly decompose, since it wasn't a real body it wasn't holding up well to the strain of its soul being forcibly ripped from it.

Letting the man relive all his past victim's trauma, the pain, and the rage they felt.

By the time Colt had finished the long process, multiple more people were now standing in horror at the form.

It seems the rest of the calvary had arrived, Dumbledore's hand was so tight on his wand that his knuckles were white, staring at the fiery abyss where Colton's eyes would be.

Slowly the flames began to die down as his body seemed to start rebuilding in front of them all.

Walking over to the group. ''Pizza, that's what I'm in the mood for, let's go get us a good pie.''

Luna's head tilted, Ron, sputtering out. ''Pizza?''

''Oh... You poor, misguided magical souls, let Papa Colt show you one of the few wonders of the muggle world.''

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So now here Colt was, shitting between Harry and Dumbledore, enjoying a nice Hawaiian pizza. He was already technically a walking flaming skeleton, so he couldn't burn in hell for his taste in pizza.

''Colt... You said your name was?'' Dumbledore asked, despite how good the pepperoni pizza he was eating was, there was something that worried him.

''Yeap, if you got to add the last name, it'd be Colt Rattle.'' There was a snicker from him.

''Well, mister Rattle... Are you here to... Purge?''

Colton stopped mid-bite, slowly turning to look at Dumbledore for a moment before his eyes slowly lowered to where Dumbledore kept his wand hidden, before back up to him.

''People do... A lot, for what they consider the greater good, Ol' Dumbles... I think it's about time you stop doing what you think is right...'' He turned to look at Harry, smiling and laughing as he ate pizza with his friends and family, listening to jokes from Sirius.

Before he turned to look back at the old man. ''And do what you know is right.''

Dumbledore watched Colt for a long moment before he slowly nodded, turning back to his pizza, it was a perfect food to eat while he entered deep thought.

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