Lord Voldemort: The howling Wolf does not own the characters. If she did I would have the cute Harry chained to my bed.

Regular. Thoughts Flashback Parseltongue Mind Speak

Harry soared in the night sky. To anyone below who could see him in the dark sky he looked like a kite. He rode the drafts with ease. Harry will admit it was awkward at first. Flying as a bird is extremely different than riding a broom. Riding a broom was simple. All you do is sit on it really. The problem is that after a while it really starts to hurt. Flying as a bird is different. The landing was probably the hardest part for him, Along with getting use to the air currents. He admits that he had crashed more than his fair share. Yet the ability to flap your wings to start flying is an exuberant experience. The thrill to dive and rise back up on the drafts was something he would never give up. He was happy that his animagus was a bird.

He flew higher and higher, pumping his wings. He wheeled around and flew off towards the string of magic Hedwig was emitting. He looked down below as he flew across the trees and cities below. From up here the lights were like twinkling stars. So pretty, yet so corrupted. Soon our pure race of magic will never be tainted again by muggle filth. Well I might go out and kidnap a muggle and make them scream. What wonderful sounds I will invoke from them and the beautiful scarlet jewels will bead up from the wounds I inflict. It's like art, but better. Normal art doesn't sing and bleed. Harry cackled as well as a bird could cackle.

Night passed into morning, bathing the sky in radiant gold and pink hues. It was early morning when Harry reached his destination. Riddle manor in little Hamilton, a muggle town. Hypocrite. Harry landed about half a mile away from the wards. He shifted back into his original form and dusted off his pants. It became an instinctual habit to do that after every time he shifted back from being a bird. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his trunk. With a snap of his magic the trunk returned to its original size. Harry opened it and rummaged around for his black cloak and mask. Once he found them he pulled them out and shrunk his trunk again.

The mask was a simple white full mask with slits for the eyes. He donned them both on and began his walk to the Riddle Mansion. He observed the trees along the path. They were old pine trees. Harry enjoyed the smell of pine. It took Harry about ten minutes to reach the front gates of the Riddle Mansion. The wards made it look rundown and decrepit, but Harry knew better. He stood in front of the gates and released a burst of magic to make his presence known. There was a silent pop as a house elf appeared before him.

"What be you wants mister?"

"I would like to your Master. Tell him that the Untold Speaker request an audience with him." The house elf disappeared. Time for the fun parts. Harry thought viciously all the while grinning diabolically.

Lord Voldemort's point of view

I felt a strange magic burst outside of the wards. Topsy would have gone out to greet whoever it is. The strange owl however let out a shrill hoot of, happiness? I think. Topsy appeared before me and bowed lowly.

"Well who is at the gates Topsy?" I snapped at her. Whoever it is should be prepared to face an irate Dark Lord. I have a migraine because of this stupid owl.

" Master Dark Lord sirs. It be a person named The Untold Speaker. He wishes to have an audience with you, Dark Lord Sir." Topsy squeaked out.

"Bring him in and put him in the sitting room. I will be there shortly." Topsy bowed, once again, and left to do my bidding. The Untold speaker eh? How did he find me? There were no tracking spells on the Letter or the owl, so how did he do it? I stood up. The owl hooted and flew to my shoulder and perched on it. Great now I'm an owl perch.

"How did your master find me hmm?" I felt stupid talking to the bird. I must be losing it. What shocked me really was the fact that the owl let out a burst of magic, similar to the one outside the wards. I narrowed my eyes at it. How could I have not noticed it? I fumed angrily.

"I should make you into a stuffed trophy." The owl however just stared at me. I let out a drawn sigh and walked out of my room. The owl still perched on my shoulder. I arrived in front of the sitting room. I braced myself for who knows what hell awaits me. I opened the door and on the couch was a cloaked figure.

"It is a pleasure to see you in person, Lord Voldemort." He said smugly. I need a headache reliever.

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