The darkness of the night concealed the cloaked figure's swift movement. Swiftly it darted from the castle, down the hill, and into the forbidden forest.
After running a ways down the trodden path, it stopped and turned right, shoving through the tree limbs and tangled shrubs.
Finally the figure reached a small clearing, where it's leader was waiting for him.

"Did you succeed?" A raspy, chilling voice said. Slowly the figure pulled it's hood back.
The blonde boy looked at Voldemort and grinned.
"Yes my lord." Draco said proudly, "Potter won't know what hit him."
The man laughed a horrid, and extremely pleased, laugh that rang through the tree tops. "This time he dies!"
Draco bowed in agreement and hurried back through the forest, back to the castle.