Amelia Bones paced around her bedroom. The Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was afraid. She was very afraid. Last week, Emmeline Vance, a magically and politically powerful witch had been killed. And she was merely a member of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
Surely, it will not be long until Voldemort seeks her, would it?
But it was not only her life on the risk. Susan… oh, what about Susan? It was a good thing she was on holiday with the Abbotts, but if Voldemort really got her… what will happen to her precious Susan?
She loved Susan like none other. She was the only living relative she has. If Voldemort was really hunting for her, then he should've killed her now. At least Susan would not be really involved. Knowing the Dark Lord, he would probably use Susan as a bait.
Amelia jumped when the windows opened. The wind flowed right into the room, making it unusually cold. Whipping out for her wand, Amelia reached for the doorknob - but it was suddenly locked. Locked from the inside.
"Amelia Bones," mused a cold voice. Amelia's hair stood up by hearing this, it also sent shivers down her spine. But she had heard this voice before - on an auror mission that she was tasked to join. This was Voldemort's voice. "Locked from the inside… I've heard you're a fighter. Join my ranks… or die."