Disclaimer (applies to all chapters): Most characters, places, and magical items mentioned in this story belong to JK Rowling.



Of Missions and Destiny



She is my mission. Since my third year at Hogwarts in fact. Father wanted me to keep an eye on her for Voldemort. Father's master felt great power within her after the whole Chamber of Secrets ordeal. And she is a very interesting specimen. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been as faithful to the assignment as I am. Even after Voldemort's last battle. Not because I am faithful to Voldemort. Actually, I have always thought that Voldemort was a power-hungry murderer that was dropped on the head too many times as a baby. Well, at least I thought that after meeting him. I don't see why anyone would want to follow that creature.



In my youth when I envisioned Voldemort, I pictured a regal looking man who sat on a jeweled throne with black hooded minions all around. Well, was I in for an extreme disappointment. When Father Apparated us to the Death Eater meeting, the first thing I saw was that sniveling Wormtail.



I cringe at this memory but I shall continue.



Wormtail led us to Voldemort's "throne." Then he fled for his life. He must not have been in good graces with Father's lord. I must say that I was pleased to see that Voldemort ruled his minions with fear.



The first thing I noticed about the throne' was that it wasn't a throne at all. Actually, Voldemort was sitting on a roughly furnished wooden chair. Yes, a wooden chair. The second thing I noticed was that the Great Lord' was mumbling to himself. I listened more closely and heard things like, "Yes, yes. All part of the plan," and "You just wait, Harry Potter. I have a secret weapon." The only thought in my mind just then was, What a lunatic.'