(AN: Hello all my readers! I must thank you for actually reading this far into my story and I must tell you that I have enjoyed writing this fic and feeding your minds with my imagination. I hope you have fun reading on. And now, I have gone twenty one chapters without mentioning, 'He Who Must Not Be Named'. Well, this short chapter is dedicated entirely to him. I'm sorry for the shortness, but I hope you enjoy it!)

In a dark building far into the depths of England, stood an aging man and in front of him, Voldemort. His scheming days, were not up. and he was planning something deadly, and extremely evil.

"Lucious!" His voice rang throughout a tall tower and a dark room.

"Yes, my lord?" Lucious whimpered.

"Where is your son?"

"We have a problem, my lord."

"What is this problem you speak of?"

"It is my son, my lord." Lucious whispered.

"Well?" The voice boomed. "What is it, speak up!"

"He has fallen in love. My lord, he has fallen in love with a Weasley." Lucious explained.

"A Weasley?"

"A Weasley, sir. He has fallen in love with a Weasley."

"Well, why isn't he here then?"

"I told him not to, well, court her. That I would disown him, but he loves her."

"Well, let them fall in love, knowing that Weasley, she would follow him to his death." The voice slithered through every nook and cranny in the room. "She might be a healthy, strong, and rather, coaxing partner. If we can get her for a ransome even, then we might be able to draw him in."

"Yes, my lord." Lucious bowed and than raised an eyebrow. "About, well,"

"Yes, I know who you mean. touch a hair on that head and I'll personally get rid of you." His voice hissed through the corridors.

"Yes my lord. Would you like me to bring him here, to you?"

"Yes, but not now, I think he would do fine where I will put him." The voice finished.