A cloaked figure slipped through the trees, he glanced cautiously around him before venturing across open ground.
The night was dark and cloudy; there was no moon and the light from the stars could not be seen, but still if he was caught
the consequences would be, well he didn't even want to think about it.
Taking a last quick glance around him he darted silently across the field and reached the trees safely.
He circled a particularly large tree in the middle of the others, muttered an incantation and the tree dissolved.
In it's place stood a dark and foreboding castle,
without looking back he knotted a rope and threw it. It caught onto something on the wall, he tested it once,
threw his cloak over the wall and began to climb.
He quickly reached the top and nimbly vaulted over it onto the ground.
He summoned the rope and cloak, hid them then passed through a large black door into a maze of passages.
He walked quickly now, far more sure of himself; here in his own domain.
It took him only seconds to find the right passage, he followed it quickly his footsteps echoing loudly off the stone floor.
At the end of the passage there was
another black door, this one was smaller but just as intimidating. He hesitated only a moment before pushing it open.
A chair swiveled around as he entered, he fell to his knees. "Master" he said respectfully
"You are late, Tibald" replied the man sitting on the throne in a high cruel sounding voice
"I'm was followed by two Aurors, it took me some time to shake them off" Tiabald replied.
"Don't let it happen again, Tiabald" replied the other man. "No master, it will not" Tiabald replied quickly
"Do you have what you were sent for?"
"Yes, the werewolf's blood is with me. He was left at the prison just as you commanded" Tiabald replied
"I left instructions that he was not to be dealt with until you commanded"
"Good, you at least of all my death eaters can do something right" Voldemort replied.
Tiabald bowed, "You honor me master" "the spell must take place before the night is over"
Voldemort said swiftly "Tonight sire? Acording to the plan, it shouldn't be for another month." Tiabald questioned
with a small frown "Who made the plan Tiabald?" Voldemort replied in a dangerously soft voice "I need my servant tonight
you will obey me now, with no further questions or I will find some one else who can" Tiabald's knees began to shake
slightly, he knew what that meant. Fearing that he had crossed some unseen boudry to arouse his master's anger. "Yes master" he replied humbly with another bow before quickly disappearing.
The night was dark and cloudy; there was no moon and the light from the stars could not be seen, but still if he was caught
the consequences would be, well he didn't even want to think about it.
Taking a last quick glance around him he darted silently across the field and reached the trees safely.
He circled a particularly large tree in the middle of the others, muttered an incantation and the tree dissolved.
In it's place stood a dark and foreboding castle,
without looking back he knotted a rope and threw it. It caught onto something on the wall, he tested it once,
threw his cloak over the wall and began to climb.
He quickly reached the top and nimbly vaulted over it onto the ground.
He summoned the rope and cloak, hid them then passed through a large black door into a maze of passages.
He walked quickly now, far more sure of himself; here in his own domain.
It took him only seconds to find the right passage, he followed it quickly his footsteps echoing loudly off the stone floor.
At the end of the passage there was
another black door, this one was smaller but just as intimidating. He hesitated only a moment before pushing it open.
A chair swiveled around as he entered, he fell to his knees. "Master" he said respectfully
"You are late, Tibald" replied the man sitting on the throne in a high cruel sounding voice
"I'm was followed by two Aurors, it took me some time to shake them off" Tiabald replied.
"Don't let it happen again, Tiabald" replied the other man. "No master, it will not" Tiabald replied quickly
"Do you have what you were sent for?"
"Yes, the werewolf's blood is with me. He was left at the prison just as you commanded" Tiabald replied
"I left instructions that he was not to be dealt with until you commanded"
"Good, you at least of all my death eaters can do something right" Voldemort replied.
Tiabald bowed, "You honor me master" "the spell must take place before the night is over"
Voldemort said swiftly "Tonight sire? Acording to the plan, it shouldn't be for another month." Tiabald questioned
with a small frown "Who made the plan Tiabald?" Voldemort replied in a dangerously soft voice "I need my servant tonight
you will obey me now, with no further questions or I will find some one else who can" Tiabald's knees began to shake
slightly, he knew what that meant. Fearing that he had crossed some unseen boudry to arouse his master's anger. "Yes master" he replied humbly with another bow before quickly disappearing.