Crimson eyes focused sharply on the prostate man before him, sinister plans brewing within his mind. Gaunt fingers tapped the arm of the chair thoughtfully. The slit that passed for his mouth opened, hissing syllables issuing forth.
"Dear Nagini, do you believe him?"
A python curled around the top of the chair slides her pointed head into her master's lap.
"Yes, my Lord, I do."
The ends of the slit curl up slightly, and the...man nods gravely.
"Very well then. Pettigrew!"
The prostate form snaps its head up, revealing a man with silver eyes full of fear.
"Yes, my Lord?"
"It is certain that his friends will be a part of it." A lip curls in a sneer. "The Mudblood and the Weasley. You cannot take Potter, nor kill him for the time being. Dumbledore has him too well protected. The Mudblood is in Bulgaria, and unattainable. Secure the Weasley boy, but do not kill him. Potter will come for him, and when he does..."
A haunting laugh begins to echo throughout the bowels of the room, chasing the man with the silver eyes to match the silver arm at his side.