The Dark Lord walked through the 'Intensive Care' wing of Mongo's hospital. He was not visible to night staff, for he was hidden in the shadows, which filled the entire hallway. He stopped at a room 3642, which inhabited a C. Black.
Miss. Black was lying on the bed, gently breathing in and out. If one didn't know why she was in Mongo's in the first place, they would assume that she was simply sleeping.
But the Dark Lord knew better, he could feel the magic around him that kept the woman's heart beating, that kept her breathing, that kept her alive. Without a sound, Voldemort appeared at her bedside.
"Hello again, Cygnus, it has been awhile since I last saw you. Almost fifteen years I believe. I do admit, I was very, disappointed when you weren't at the Triwizard Tournament to greet me, but like your cousin, Bellatrix, you are pardoned, my dear." He said to the woman in coma, he knew that it was likely for her to hear him, even if she couldn't respond. "I knew your time was limited, but I did not think it would be this short. I have found many forms of immortality, but none of them are for you. It seems as if fate wants your life to be short."
"It is ironic, isn't? How I can ensure long life and power for myself, but I cannot do anything for the one person I feel for." With his long, bony fingers, he stroked her platinum blond hair that was braided over her shoulder. He didn't say anything after that, he just stood there, admiring her. When he believed he was there enough, he bent over her, placing his hand on her former rosy cheek, and placed his lips on hers in a chaste kiss. What he didn't notice was the magical heart monitor skipped a beat.
"You used to be so full of life…" he whispered. He got up and slowly crept out of the room, "Farewell, Cygnus." And then he was gone.
In the next morning, the resident nurse noticed the rise in the line-charts from the heart monitor. After notifying Cygnus' healer, Albus Dumbledore was contacted.
That night, security quadrupled, three aurors were placed in the room with the patient. All three happened to be in the Order.
"Do you think, he actually came?" Tonks asked Kingsley. "Why would he? What does Cygnus have to do with him?"
"I don't know, it's classified. Maybe you should ask Remus, he might know something about it." Kingsley said with a frown.
"Maybe Scruffy will know about it, after all, he is her sister-" Tonks started.
"You know we aren't supposed to bring that up, Nymphadora." Moody interrupted her, his eyes buzzing in every direction, checking the interior of the walls. His paranoia was unsettling to Tonks, like if he was in the loop that knew what was really happening.
"You, know, don't you?" Tonks said accusingly, glaring daggers at him.
Mad Eye noticed this instantly, "It's not my story to tell, its hers." He nodded at the woman in the hospital bed.