THE SKY ABOVE the creaky old house held a dark sinister tone, the wood of the house held multiple gaps allowing slices of light to scatter across the darkened grass. A black figure appeared, seemingly out of no where. The figure examined the building, nodding to himself in approval. They had done a good job.
He let himself into the house, a strained smile crossing his lips as he looked around the handful of people gathered in the room. They all held a glum look, none looking particularly happy to be there in the damp room. "I'm glad my family can still bring an audience in." The male announced, dropping the smile.
"Down to business. How are we going to get rid of our rodent infestation? Or as some of you may know them as; the Potters and Weasleys?" He drawled, taking a seat on one of the moth ridden seats. A dust of cloud rose up into the air, the man seemingly unaffected.
"Why not a fire?" A young woman suggested, a sadistic smile crossing her face. "That Weasley bitch killed my mother."
"They deserve a more creative death. One that won't be able to be covered up." The man spoke, shaking his head with disappointment. "One that no one will be able to keep off of their lips. One that will tell the world that Lord Voldemort's work is not done."
"How about a good old fashioned public execution?"
"Now that's more like it."
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DUTY: RETURN TO SENDER • JAMES POTTER
FanfictionLord Voldemort's work isn't done. Can a girl with everything to prove save the day?
