Lord Voldemort walked steadily along the grassy field, tapping his wand against his long white fingers. "Gaia!" he called impatiently. "Where are you?"
The grass stirred. "Be patient, Voldemort," said a soothing voice. A tall, slender woman rose from the ground. Her hair was as golden as wheat, her dress made out of leaves, and a flower crown on her head.
Voldemort breathed out angrily through the slits he called his nose. "Gaia, we have no time to waste. Harry and Percy are getting stronger by the minute, and soon enough they will hear of the prophecy and find each other. Working together is-" He was cut off.
"Shhh." Gaia shushed him. "Calm down." She tossed her hair over her shoulders. She was very pretty, but her eyes were black and empty, and her laugh evil. "You are over thinking things." She walked towards him, using her power to bend the grass, making them look as if they were bowing to her.
Voldemort glared at her. "Gaia, this is not a time to fool around! The prophecy said that Harry and Percy were destined to meet each other and defeat their enemies together. Destined, Gaia! DESTINED, do you not understand?" he shouted. He pointed his wand at the grass, forcing it to stand up straight, and then pointed at a patch of grass in front of Gaia's rose petal slippers. "Avada Kedavra!" he screamed. Immediately the patch of grass withered, and a thin piece of Gaia's silky blond hair became a coarse gray.
The two stared at each other for quite some time, silently. Voldemort broke the silence. "This is why, Gaia. That is what will happen." he said quietly.
Gaia looked at him with her black eyes, and then at her hair. She waved her wand over the dead grass, trying to bring it back. Nothing happened. She looked at Voldemort steadily, questioning him. "The spell is undoable." he whispered.
She looked at him some more. Then waving her hand behind her back, she conjured a chair woven out of leaves and branches and sat. "You've proved your point. Now tell me what you have in mind."