His True Servant

Voldemort blazing red eyes watched the hooded figure of an approaching Death Eater. "What have you brought me, my most faithful of servants?"

The Death Eaters flicked his wand at the ground twice, revealing the two dead bodies.

Voldemort smiled. "I see that you brought me exactly what I asked for." He nudged the smallest with his foot. "That's more than you could do, isn't it, Peter?"

The dark lord moved on to glare down at the second body. "And as for you, Lucius... You had such potential too ..." He shook his head, turning back to the Death Eater. "Tell me, my faithful follower, did you make it slow?"

"As slow as you asked. Maybe more so."

Voldemort grinned maliciously. "Yes, good... And about my other problem?"

"It is being taken care of, even as we speak."

"You are amazing. You have earned the trust of Harry Potter, his friends, Dumbledore..." Voldemort laughed. "You even have that fool Snape bought on you!"

The Death Eater nodded. "Harry Potter will be yours before the next eve's twilight." He raised his wand to apparate.

"Wait!" Voldemort stepped forward. "Sirius, when this is over, you will be rewarded."

The Death Eater nodded and disappeared with a final flick of his wand.