This is A Critical Moment

by Head of Slytherin

Lucius and Narcissa await the Dark Lord as he goes to murder the Potters. Short. 100 Words. Drabble

Disclaimer: Oh noez. I don't own HP. J.K. pwned me. :sarcasm: Don't sue me, k?

Author's Note: This completed work is only 100 words. It's written in the fashion of a "Drabble."

"Narcissa... I am so very tired of your dawdling. This is a critical moment." Lucius sneered, drumming his fingers along the dark cherry wood of his desk, "We are to Apparate to the Dark Lord as soon as we burn."

Narcissa twisted her fingers around her handkerchief. "Potter and the mudblood surely aren't matches to the Dark Lord..." She said arrogantly, but her voice wavered. It sounded as if she were saying all this just to soothe herself.

"No, the Potters are indeed no match..."

The clock struck midnight in the hall.

Harry Potter looked into the Dark Lord's eyes.