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Ill be writing this at work, and then typing it up when I have my days off, so PLEASE, be patient if I dont update more then once a week.
"You insolent boy. You truly thought that I wouldn't know?" the voice, while quiet, carried across the entire area, everyone in the circle could hear perfectly.
The speaker was robed, and hooded. All that could be seen of his face was the eyes. Red points of burning hate. Right now, they were full of not only hate, but anger as well.
Lord Voldemort did not accept disobedience, especially not of one so promising.
The person who was receiving the lecture cringed at the words being flung at him. He was robed-like everyone else in the circle-but was the only one on the floor, bowing before his master.
"No disobedience will be tolerated" Voldemort said, the red in his eyes flashing with more anger. He raised his arm toward the death eater.
"Crucio"
The death eater, who the curse was thrown at, shuddered and convulsed on the floor in a heap. His limbs dances around as the pain coursed through his body.
The other death eaters watched, knowing their brethrens pain quite vividly. The circle they stood in was quite large. The amount of death eaters had grown, once the dark lord had made himself publicly known. And, of course, after Dumbledore had been disposed of.
Suddenly, the twitching stopped, and Voldemort lowered his arm, bringing his wand with it.
"Learn well from this lesson, and do knot repeat your mistakes." Voldemort looked around the circle, taking each member into the depth of his eyes.
"All of you learn from this as well. You are dismissed."
One by one, the death eaters left, 'pops' issuing from various places until there were two death eaters beside Voldemort.
"He is progressing nicely. You have done well in training this one." Voldemort said, watching the huddle, still unable to get off the floor, move away.
"Thank you, My Lord." The silky voice beside him said from beneath the cowl of his hood.
"I have my lingering doubt thought" the dark lord continued, moving his eyes from the huddle, to his masked companion. "He did not perform the killing curse, as instructed, thus, he is not a true death eater. This task must be completed, and soon. See to it."
The death eater looked at the huddle as it tried to move, tried to get out. After a few moments, the huddle finally succeeded and, with a long look at the watcher, departed with a small 'pop'.
The remaining death eater removed his mask, his large hooked nose framed by black curtains of greasy hair. He sneered.
He was supposed to help this whelp upstart? He would rather kill the poor sod, and be done with it. However, one did not willingly go against the Dark Lord. Not anyone that wanted to live, at any rate.
End transmission