eternally_evil

Voldemort stood alone in dining room, he had summoned Bella only moments before and anticipated her arrival. She was doing very well with the task at hand, leaving a path of violence and death in her wake. It was almost like the old days, he mused. ( Before his... temporary downfall. )

“Dumbledore’s young ward has returned to Hogwarts,” Voldemort says.

“Do take care of him.
Protect him.
Shield him,” He thinks.

“It shall serve my purpose more than he will ever know,” Voldemort says.

Voldemort gazes into the fire. Each flame dances like the flick of a snake’s tongue.

“The ignorant boy will die!” he thinks and slams his fist into the arm of the chair.

“Severus will keep an eye on him and Dumbledore won’t be the wiser,” Voldemort says.

“Ye... yes, my lord,” Peter whimpers.

“Silence!” Voldemort says.

Peter shrinks into the adjacent couch.