A Meeting with Lord Voldemort~
@wewhoareflawed
It would be five more months before the Battle of Hogwarts. The same which would have seal both fate forever. Five months before The Dark Lord knew the boy had found out his secert. The trauma of the incident at Gringotts and the shame at Malfoy Manor which would prelude the end.
Here Lord Voldemort had shape his will to transfix the world. Feeling like an Emperor who was nearly at the finish line. Soon, He told himself. Outside of Harry Potter everything was in place. Besides the troublesome Orphan none could say The Dark Lord had not won.
As such his mood was more agreeable. So when a little mouse happen to cross his path, instead of pulling out his death stick Voldemort lunge for her neck instead. Grabbing the back of it to pull her towards him.
Musing at the charming thing.
“What do we have here?” He said, one whole hand nearly wrapping fulling around her slender neck. His fingers long enough to choke her alone, “A spy? A wayward muggleborn?”
Toying with her now.
Leaning over to sniff the air around her, “Luckily no...Who dares to look upon The Dark Lord?”
As if he had not taken over the Greengrass household. Temporarily of course. The reason for was solely his own. Merely that the head of house be grateful he saw fit to visit.
“Speak child.”
