I wrote this for Challenge 5 on my forum "Bellatrix Lestrange, The Dark Lord's Most Faithful" and the quote I used was one which Mrs Bella Riddle suggested:

"You will hear many of his Death Eaters claiming that they are in his confidence, that they alone are close to him, even understand him. They are deluded. Lord Voldemort has never had a friend, nor do I believe that he has ever wanted one." Dumbledore

Thanks to Eve (madamedarque) for helping me out a little with this.. :)

Advice From The Serpent

The gentle hum of the mysterious language can be heard from down the hallway, and my master walks proudly with me wrapped around his neck. A delicate finger strokes my snout, and inside I smile like humans do. He values me as I mean something to him. We have a connection him and I which cannot be tarnished or broken.

Some of his followers are deluded. I cannot communicate with them, nor can I understand them, but I can sense things. I can see their actions and I can sense their fear, their hate and their passion.

My master reaches out his hand and the door swings open; his followers fall silent.

He has faithful followers, though not all are committed to the cause as one expects

Take Snape for example, the one with greasy hair and the hooked nose; he is hiding something, yet I am unsure as to what it is. My Lord asks him to look at him in the eye, yet the dark eyes flicker slightly just before that contact is made. My master however doesn't notice this. I yearn to tell him and I want him to understand, yet do I dare shatter an omnipotent man's illusion of how Snape is his most loyal?

My eyes glance around the table, and I look at one woman in particular, Bellatrix is her name. She has long curled ebony hair. When her brown eyes meet my master's, they are filled with lust and admiration. He despises love with every ounce of him. He tells me that love is for fools and it is a severe weakness. Nobody should wear their hearts upon their sleeves, yet she does.

My Lord, I desire to ask, why isn't she being punished?

Fear! There is fear in the room, yet it disappoints me, knowing that I am not the cause of the terror. A man by the name of Wormtail shivers and his eyes refuse to meet with my master's; I am sure that my Lord is talking to him. How he became a Death Eater I fail to comprehend!

A proud man enters through that oak wooden door, and he sits in between Crabbe and Goyle (Two Death Eaters who are mindless and dim-witted.) His blond hair cascades down his back, and a cane is in his grasp.

He bows to my Lord.

The yew wand is taken out of my master's robes and a beautiful sound echoes from the man's open mouth. It is so melodic and sweet sounding.

What an utter disgrace? Malfoy should not have been late!

A faithful follower? I think not

I am growing weary. The meeting shall continue whilst I sleep. My Lord likes the control that he has over his supporters, but that does not mean that they can flaunt their knowledge of how his complex mind works:

Bellatrix The Bigoted

Wormtail The Weak.

Snape The Sly

Lucius The Ludicrous

A message to you followers:

"My Master is omniscient. Observe. Understand. "