It was a rainy day at the Riddle manor. The lightning crackled down onto the street that pulsed out of the grounds like a twisting, deformed vein. Rain poured down onto the roof and grass, streaming down every surface of the building as if it were being attracted to something, when it was instead being repulsed, repulsed by magic.
The door to the dining room of the manor flung open with a slam.
"Lord!" Pettigrew called, clumsily jogging down next to his Master who sat a the head of a table, loyal Death eaters surrounding him.
"What is it?" Voldemort hissed, Quirrell turned away so Voldemort could turn towards his servant, "What are you doing here, fool, you're supposed to be that pathetic rat!"
"She was just seen... I saw her at Diagon Alley!" Pettigrew stuttered, spit flying out of his mouth.
He chuckled, "You absent minded boy, Peter, the girl died when she was young! We don't need to worry. You must have mixed him up with somebody else"
Pettigrew's terrified eyes widened, "It is true sir, and she was spotted! I saw somebody call her name... Heard it with my very own ears! "
The Dark Lord sighed, "And what proof do you have, Peter?"
Peter scrambled into his pocket, "It's right here- um- one second Lord," and pulled out a crumpled letter, neat, perfect handwriting sprawled across the page.
Quirrell yanked it free from his fingertips, and turned it awkwardly behind him for Voldemort to look down at the yellow parchment...
It was a Hogwarts letter.
The note at the top was addressed to Potter, Celaena Potter.
"What?" Voldemort cried, the note flying across the table and onto the ground, "You know what this means? About the prophecy? Don't you?"
"Yes my lord." Pettigrew whimpered.
"I was lead to believe that the child had died."
"The child lived my lord." Pettigrew whispered, clasping his fingers together.
" Who hid the child?" he turned to Lucius and his wife, who looked solemnly at her shoe, "Did you know of this?"
The female Malfoy stood up and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her with a slam.
Lucius looked to Voldemort, "My lord-"
Voldemort continued, "You bring dishonor to the Death Eaters. You just gave them another shot at killing me! How ignorant of you; I would kill you on the spot, but we need access to the child you have so selflessly hidden ."
Malfoy nodded slowly, not bearing to look up to his lord, "Lord, please forgive me.. If you've ever had a son"
"That is why I hold no loved ones close to me, for love is weakness." Voldemort looked down the table of death eaters, "Kill the girl and recruit the boy. There shall be no exceptions."