"Wow, and I thought my life was messed up. Well it is, but this kid might actually have it worse." Sitting in a white sofa in what looked like a lobby was Salem, holding open a file on the current chosen one, still in the same attire, and clearly no longer shackled. "Still, it's only the most possible future without my interference. Hopefully the kid will catch a break once we're done."
Standing in front of the man was a very beautiful woman with wavy blond hair, soft amber eyes, a white robe, and a glow about her that practically screamed 'Not Mortal' at you. "You, Salem Cross, were the one at fault for your terrible life. Had you not gone against the laws you wouldn't be here." The voice had revealed her to be the same woman who had spoken up at the meeting not long ago.
"And miss the pleasure of being in your presence my lady? Not ever. You have my word on that. I would do it all again just to see you." Without looking up at her he could still manage to tell he was irritating her. It was an enjoyably pass-time he'd had since arriving some four-hundred years ago. "Still, this kid is going to take quite a lot work if I'm going to prepare him for this prophesy of his. This Voldemort character might not be a sorcerer in any meaning, but he is very powerful for a wizard."
"You do know what you have to do to accomplish your mission right? This isn't as simple as you might think. These horcrux's aren't as bad as what you've managed but they still allow him to be permanently tied to the world if they aren't removed."
"True, even Nicholas wasn't able to completely manage what I did. Not that that matters at the moment." He flipped through some more papers in the file before closing it and leaning back into the sofa. "First thing's first I need to get him powerful, I won't be able to all that I need until the boy is eleven and his core can handle everything I throw at him, but I can get him started."
The woman stayed silent while Salem ran through some things he needed to do, though she'd correct him if he said something wrong they tended to let the man take care of his own planning. They didn't trust him so much as they believed he was rather good at what he did. A grudging fact that had kept the man useful. He knew it, and they knew it.
Most importantly, he knew they knew it.
"Of course I have to deal with all those who else want him for their own ideas. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, that old man is about as powerful as Voldemort even in his old age. I hate scheming little piss-ants like him." Suddenly, in Salems anger, the folder burst into magnificent blue flames and just as quickly extinguished with not even ash remaining. "To manipulate the entire wizarding world like he has just angers me, both for the fact that he is a manipulative brat, and also for the fact that the wizarding world must have become far stupider and lazier for them to simply believe what they're told. Simple sheep."
"As far as I'm aware, since the ministry cut themselves off from the mundane world they have indeed become quite... disappointing." The woman had her hand on her chin and seemed lost in thought until Salem spoke again.
He had to get off the subject of the wizarding world. He couldn't stand stupidity. "The Dursley's are going to pay for their crimes against the boy, I'll see to that myself if need be. That Albus Dumbledore had willingly and knowingly put the boy with them adds to the crimes I'll see him 'done in' for."
"You cannot kill them. While they are, indeed, horrid beings, they are still technically innocent beings and not part of the prophecy. Albus Dumbledore is fair game, though I'd recommend you only kill him as a last resort, as you do need to take care of the boy. You can't do that from Azkaban prison."
"Then of course there are the Weasley's to consider. They take care of the boy on occasion after the boys attendance to Hogwarts has him becoming friends with their youngest boy. All this being Dumbledore's manipulations is quite besides the point I suppose, and should be obvious either way by now." Salem closed his eyes and seemed to be in though himself. "The mother is a mind-altering-potions fanatic and takes quite a lot of pleasure in dosing anyone to do as she wants. Love potions keyed to Ginevra, the youngest crotch-fruit on the family tree..." He stopped speaking as he noticed Faith make a face somewhere between disgusted and amused. Smirking he followed along. "Don't like that one? I've got plenty. Sprog is pretty popular, there's also shriekling, crayon-cruncher, snot-monster, poop factory, hellspawn, parasite, and of course, my very favorite... 'Oops'." This finally had the woman snort in a not very lady-like fashion before covering her mouth and glaring at him.
Taking the hint he simply rolled his eyes and pretended nothing happened. "Anyway, where was I? Oh yea, love potions keyed to Ginevra Weasley, loyalty potions to Molly Weasley, Ronald Weasley, and of course Ginevra Weasley. There's also some very minor repellent potions keyed to Hermione Granger, not enough that she doesn't want to stop being friends, but enough where she would never find herself attracted to the young boy. Granted she was also potioned with the same that Harry got, though it's obviously Ronald her love one is keyed to. Otherwise it would be awkward."
"Just get going already." Faith snapped her fingers and a crack in the air in front of him appeared, then widened until he'd fit.
"No kiss goodbye? Or perhaps for luck?" And then she pushed him through the portal rather roughly.