There is no glory in the pain of others, there is no glory in the pain of others, there is no glory in the pain of others... Marié-Jamié panted, trying to hold on to her self as the assault of the Dark Lord on her mind continued.
"Come to me, little girl. We will rule the world together. Who cares about the weak. Together, we make the most powerful force in the universe. Think about it, you are the Girl Who Lived and I am the mighty Lord Voldemort. Not even that crackpot old fool Dumbledore could cross the two of us."
"Dumbledore," she begins, "is the most powerful wizard since Merlin. You are a fool to think we could defeat him, though an heir of ours might." Am I going insane. I just practically offered myself to the most evil wizard in the world.
Voldemort apparates to the space directly in front of Marié.
"If it is an heir we need, it is an heir we shall have," Voldemort hisses.
Oh shit, why didn't I keep my mouth shut!