I paced the floors in the drawing room of Malfoy Manor, Nagini at my side.
There was some tragedy afoot, something about Draco getting some girl pregnant. I cared not for this incessant drama.
I focused on my daughter. I needed the baby that she was pregnant with. But how to do it?
I had retracted the mission from Narcissa; she was much too worthless, like her husband.
Perhaps if I appeased her with something I could dangle in front of her, something that would take her mind off of her child; I could snatch it from her and she would never notice.
Plans were beginning to form in my mind. And I intended to see them through.
Author's Note: There's a plot afoot! What is Voldemort planning? We'll see later. :) (insert evil laugh here)