Lord Voldemort sat in a room, in a house somewhere in Great Britain. He was not alone. His ever so loyal "slave" Peter Pettigrew was there, practicing his groveling. Lucius Malfoy had also returned to his Master's side after what he felt was a betrayal by his wife and son. Voldemort wasn't quite sure about how he should behave about the matter Lucius Malfoy. On one hand Lucius had been an extremely devout follower, on the other hand he had raised the boy who would produce the one who had the ability to kill Voldemort. Shouldn't the man somehow have realized that he wasn't raising his own offspring? This was a man trained to recognize when people were lying to him. How come he didn't see that his wife had been lying to him all those years?

Or even worse. How come he, the great Lord Voldemort, hadn't seen it either? He had the ability to tell when people were lying to him, so how come Narcissa Aberforth Malfoy had managed to hide the truth? Voldemort sat for a while contemplating what should be done about the present situation.

"Pettigrew." He roared finally. "Y-yes Master?" Peter Pettigrew stumbled forward, eager to please his Master. "I want to know what they are planning at Hogwarts. Either you go back, or you make some of the Slytherins tell you what is happening. I especially want the details on young Mr. Malfoy and Miss Weasley. If you ask any of the Slytherins to observe, you may also ask them to try any possible way to sabotage the relationship. I can not have a child destroy me." Pettigrew bowed and made his way out of the room. Voldemort knew he had asked for something near impossible, after all even the Slytherins had reformed officially. But Pettigrew needed some challenges. He needed to feel needed. After all it was the reason why he'd joined Voldemort. He had felt that the others didn't appreciate him and Voldemort did.

"Lucius. I think we're all aware of the fact that it is your son who will eventually father the child." He stared at Lucius Malfoy who nodded. "So why in hells didn't you make sure your son would be un-able to father children? The old hag's prophecy is a new one, but we've known about the one from Larissa for ages. Why in the world didn't you just have a vasectomy performed on him when he was born?"

"What is it precisely that this child is going to do to you?" Lucius might have chosen Voldemort as his master, but Lucius Malfoy didn't like his actions being question by anyone. A counter question was his usual defense against Voldemort's verbal attacks.

Lord Voldemort let out a roar, almost like a bear. "The child is dangerous, because it will ultimately kill me, you dolt. How am I supposed to know in which manner it will kill me? I have to kill it, before it gets the chance to kill me. Or even better, make sure that your son and the Weasley girl never get so far as to mate. Potter might have weakened me, but I'll be back."

***

Peter Pettigrew was feeling unsure. Voldemort wasn't a man to be betrayed, but still that was what he was feeling like doing at the moment. Pettigrew didn't very much want to go back into Hogwarts. The last time he had only just escaped, and this time there were surely more security measures and wards put on Hogwarts. Dumbledore wasn't stupid.

There were certain secret passages that led from the Slytherin Common room to the outside of Hogwarts. Peter hadn't been a Slytherin, but Voldemort, once Tom Riddle, had been. The Slytherins of yesteryear had been far more cunning and devious than those of today. Peter Pettigrew only hoped that he would find some one cunning and devious. Someone loyal to Voldemort, who could aid him in his cause.

When Pettigrew stumbled out of the long, dusty passage he had been in he came out in an empty Slytherin common room. He decided to sit down in a chair to wait. After all it wouldn't do for him to roam around in the hallways of Hogwarts, he might get caught.

A little later something in one of the walls seemed to change. All of a sudden there were a hole in the wall and Pansy Parkinson came stumbling out of said hole. Her eyes widened out at the sight of a strange man sitting in her favorite chair. "Who are you?"

Pettigrew got out of the chair. "Are you a Slytherin?" Pansy rolled her eyes. "Why else would I be in the Common room of the Slytherins?" Peter shrugged. "I'm not a Slytherin, and I'm here. Enough nonsense. I am Peter Pettigrew. Loyal follower and right hand of the great Lord Voldemort. My master is greatly disturbed by the prophecy that states that he will be killed by Weasley and Malfoy joining together. He wondered if any Slytherins would be able to prevent that. Are there any such Slytherins miss?"

Pansy Parkinson thought fast. If she could somehow break up darling Draco and that tramp of a Weasley, then maybe Draco would come back to the Slytherins and she would have her boyfriend back again. The Slytherins had fallen since the loss of their leader. He was needed back.

"I'll do it. I know of several others who will help as well. We don't want the Dark Lord killed. Nor do we want Draco Malfoy wedded to Ginny Weasley." Pettigrews eyes gleamed in triumph. He had done his part. Now all he had to do was to make sure that the girl followed through on her words. "Here's what my Master wants you to do."

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Lucius Malfoy didn't feel too good about himself. He was with his Master, but his wife, the one who was supposed to act obedient towards him, had betrayed him. A Malfoy didn't get betrayed, but this one had. How did Voldemort suppose he should have been aware of the fact that Draco wasn't his son? Draco had looked and behaved so much like his mother that Lucius had tried his best to make a man of him. It hadn't helped.

He still didn't know who the father was, but he supposed it really didn't matter. Much.

A/N: Firstly I don't own this. Secondly I dedicate this chapter to Kayla, whom I work with at "Princess of Slytherin" another story of mine. I also dedicate it to my three sisters, who are the reason for the delay of the writing and posting. Thirdly, sorry for the short chapter.

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This chapter is about Lord Voldemort, because some of my reviews asked where he was. Now you know. The story can't just be mush. We have to have some drastic measures here, like a vasectomy… Or maybe not. I realized something, there aren't something in the prophecies mentioning a baby that will kill Voldemort, just Ginny and Draco getting together.

MUSH will be back. I love MUSH. Sadly the entire story can't be MUSH.

If you'd like to read something else by me, why don't you?

Oh, I'm having kind of writer's block at the moment. I have plenty of ideas, but whenever I try to write them out they just seem all wrong.