"Yes. My servant is doing fairly well at Hogwarts." Voldemort said in a low pitched whisper. "I must return to reunite him with his master." Voldemort walked through the steamy cold forests of France looking, searching for a victim. He came upon a Tavern and entered. His hooded cloak came in handy on this particular night as he sat down to overhear others conversations. The bartender asked him if he would like a drink. "Silence, man!" he said disgustedly to the man. Idiots. Do they not know who they are speaking to? He was interrupted at the sound of two young ladies talking.

"So I went to Hogwarts to sign up for a position. As soon as I got there Dumbledore asked me to become the new defense against the dark arts teacher." One girl said

"So did you say yes?" The other girl asked interested.

"Of course. Imagine me, Fleur Delacour, teaching at such a great school like Hogwarts. I also have made friends with the great and righteous Harry Potter." She said in a high-pitched voice.

"You met and know Harry Potter, the Harry Potter?" the other said

"You wouldn't expect me to go to Hogwarts and not meet him would you? Well I did and I consider him and me are quite good friends, you know. After all we are only about 3 years apart." She told the other with a malicious grin. "But it wouldn't look right. Harry and his teacher. Maybe not. I'll find someone else."

"Fleur, with your looks, it's impossible not to."

"Ashley, you are to true." Fleur said as they began to walk out with the girl known as Ashley.

Voldemort followed them hoping to get the girl Fleurs body to be able to reunite with his servant at Hogwarts.

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