A short story I wrote while waiting for my Muse to return to me, we seem to have broken up momentarily. Until then, enjoy -Red.
"Enter." Voldemort spoke through the silence in the room, his chilling voice echoing off of the cement walls. Behind the wooden door, a Death Eater responded to his Masters commands, entering the room and kneeling before the Dark Lord. He hid the tremble of his hands in his robes, though he couldn't disguise the shaking of his voice as he spoke.
"The boy escaped, my Lord."
Voldemort's red eyes gleamed with anger as he leaned forward in his chair, looking down at the masked man before him.
"You have failed me, Dolohov."
"We were outnumbered, the Order..."
"How many did you bring?"
Antonin Dolohov looked up from where he was kneeling, the tremble building in his voice. "E-excuse me, my Lord?"
"How many of my Death Eaters did you bring with you, Dolohov, including yourself?"
"6 my Lord, we were-"
"And how many are alive?"
He muttered a response, sounding more like a whimper then words. He cleared his throat, removing the mask from his face and whipping the sweat from his brow. "Th-three, my Lord. Three returned alive."
"Hmmm, you're wrong Dolohov."
"My Lord?"
"Three returned, true. But only two have survived."
Confused turned to terrified understanding on the Death Eaters face as his Masters words sunk in.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The green light filled the room, the Death Eater fell, and the Dark Lord adjusted his robes.
"Wormtail!"
Wormtail peaked into the room from the wooden door. "Yes, my Lord?"
"Clean this up."
"Yes, my Lord."
"Are they dead, Gibbon?"
He stood before Voldemort, his robes tattered and burned, his mask in hand.
"We arrived at the Moodblood's house but it was heavily warded, it took us a while to disarm the protection spell, when we got in the place, everything was turned upside down and we-"
"Are they dead."
"No, they managed to escaped while we were -"
"Avada Kedavra!"
Green light, the mask fell, Voldemort's voice called out, "Wormtail!"
"Yes, master?"
"Clean this up."
"Why are you standing before me, Carrow?"
"My Lord?"
"I asked you not to return until the mission was complete."
The Death Eater shifted on his feet, looking towards the wooden door.
"The hideout collapsed, my Lord, but the Order members weren't inside. We suspect we were given false information by-"
"You give me excuses, Carrow?"
"No, no my Lord, I merely wish to-"
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Wormtail!"
"Lucius, I thought better of you."
"Yes, my Lord, my apologies. It won't happen again, we will be prepared next time."
"Yes, well there will be no next time for you, unfortunately" Voldemort replied, raising his wand.
Shock played across the blonde man's face as he turned to run for the wooden door.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The tall man fell to the floor face down with a cry.
"Wormtail!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Wormtail!"
"Yes, my Lord?"
"Bring Severus in, I wish to speak with him."
"H-he left, my Lord."
"Left?"
"Yes, with the Order. He has been loyal to them, giving them information and feeding us lies."
"What!? Where are my followers? Bring them in!"
"They're all dead, master."
"All!? How did this happen!?"
Wormtail looked at his feet, wringing his hands, fearing his master's wrath. "You-You killed them all, my Lord."
Voldemort cried out in anger, pointing his wand at the sniveling man "Avada Kedavra!"
Silence once again filled the room, the Dark Lord panting in his chair, looking at the crumpled body lying on the white floor before him.
"SOMEONE CLEAN THIS UP!"
But no one came through the wooden doors.