Rise of Evil
"What delightful news is it that you have found for me, my faithful," a voice hissed in the darkness somewhere near Brighton, England a night later. Trees swayed unnaturally as a dark figure glided out of the haunted forest. A cool breeze whistled through the treetops while the once-colorful flowers shriveled and dulled.
"The boy who prevented you, my Lord," a feminine voice responded quietly before the figure knelt down in the mud.
"Continue."
"He is alive and well, my Lord. It seems as if that traitor Snape faked the boy's death."
"Indeed? This is most interesting, my pet."
"I cannot harm the boy or the traitor, though, my Lord. The fool has put up precautions now after my failed attempt during the boy's Quidditch match. It is rather pathetic how the old fool takes the word of house elves who know nothing of the effects of Polyjuice. They informed the staff that it was 'Mr. Smelly Wizard' who made their dear sweet companion attempt to murder Snape and the boy. As a result, the staff is now watching Quirrell like a hawk, while I lay in wait, my Lord. They have no idea that it was not that bumbling idiot, but me. I have a plan, though, my Lord, to finish the boy and traitor off, though."
"Tell me, my pet. Whisper your plan to me." Voldemort was practically giddy now in anticipation.
"The traitor Snape has a weakness."
"Does he now? Tell me. Tell me of this weakness."
"He has married Aurora Sinistra, my Lord. They are expecting their second child together."
"Ah, so he has married a pureblood. You say they are expecting their second?"
"Yes, my lord," the woman replied quietly with her head bowed.
"Hmm, and what of the first child? Is it powerful?"
"I am unsure, my Lord." The woman then quickly drew in a deep breath when she saw the flash of Voldemort's wand. "What I meant to say is that I do not believe that it is alive anymore. I have heard of whispers of how Lucius Malfoy and some of his followers attacked Prince Manor after your minor setback, my Lord."
"Ah, yes, poor Lucius," the voice hissed, clearly unsympathetic. "I must say that I will miss him. However, he deserves death for being so stupid. Your plan then is to use Snape's weakness."
"My plan, my Lord, if you accept it, is to break him. Without Snape, you will be free to rise to power." The witch then cackled softly. "I am afraid that Dumbledore has lost his touch lately since he has been involved with that witch McGonagall." Low, evil chuckles echoed around the forest soon afterwards.
"Very well, my pet," the voice hissed. "Break them so that I may be the greatest wizard again."