Voldies Acquaintances.

Flashback

A door slammed somewhere close by.

"Go! Now!" Aea whispered desperately.

"I shall never forget…" Lyra muttered.

"…Nor will I want to."

A key scraped the lock.

The vent creaked and Lyra was gone.

Or so they thought…

Lyra knew the fate of her sister; she did not want to have to witness it. Besides, she had a much better idea of what to do with her time. With one last longing look at Aea, Lyra crawled swiftly away from where her sibling was and into the center of the maze of air chambers.

The foul smells which festered below her seeped through the vents on either side of her. The closer she got, the worse it became until it got to such an extent that she knew she must be here. His quarters.

Lyra looked through the grate. Down below was a room. It was well furnished and had a fireplace (with an ornate mirror above it) to her left which was aflame. Apart from this, the room wasn't properly lit, which gave the impression that she wasn't alone. A slightly creepy feeling when you knew what kind of creature was kept here. She hoped Nagini didn't know the way up here.She was above the door, facing a tapestry which depicted a huge snake-like being, torturingfour helpless muggles. Their expressions of pain were so immense that they could only be compared to the amount of satisfaction that was on the torturer's own countenance.

Lyra was sharply drawn out of her thoughts when the door was thrown open. It seemed he was annoyed about something; Lyra had a pretty good idea what. She watched his unhooded figure walk swiftly to the fireplace, the orange flames lighting up his expression. Annoyance wasn't half of it. Three silhouettes moved towards their master tentatively, staying out of the pool of light. The one closest to Lyra stood tall with his head slightly bowed. The second stood stooped, his head bowed lower than the firsts'. The furthest one from Lyra was shuddering uncontrollably, as though completely overwhelmed by being in the presence of his master. "W... what shall we do my lord?" Asked the furthest silhouette, stepping forward slightly.

A hiss of impatience escaped the Dark Lord's mouth, his scarlet eyes taking on a new gleam in the darkness. "As I have said many times, Wormtail, 'we will wait; we will watch.' The insolent girl will not have destroyed it; she will have given it to her friends for them to hide…"

Unbeknownst to the four, Lyra had silently moved through the shafts to where the fireplace was for a clearer view. Closest to her was Snape, his hood drawn up over his head. Lyra couldn't quite make out who the stooped figure was; he had his mask and hood on. The third person was, unmistakably, Wormtail. Even without his master's confirmation Lyra had recognized him instantly. At the front of the group, Lord Voldemort stood, his expression that of calculation and wariness. He kept glancing up at the mirror in front of him, eyes wandering to the reflection of the ventilation shaft.

A sudden, unexplainable, smirk graced his thin lipless mouth; eyes fixed themselves on the grate. He only did it for a moment, but Lyra got the impression that it would not be wise to stay in the shaft any longer. With one last glance at the four, she turned quietly around and shuffled quickly forward.

Back in the shadowed room Lord Voldemort turned around to face his Death Eaters.

"I know where they will go. Do not bother yourselves. I will do it personally."


(AN.) ooh! Scary eh! Aren't you just-so- happy I got round to writing the third chapter? Yes. Me too. I had started writing a chapter during science when I had done my work which I have now found to be my 4th chapter so I had to figure out how to do the third one…

By the way, Voldie did not realize that Lyra was in the ventilation shaft and only –happened- to be staring "fixedly" at the vent. How cool!

See that shiny button?

Yes, -that- one.

Click it! \/ You will get another cookie… (: )