Tom Riddle was a man with a purpose. In appearance he was an average man, average height, average weight and average looks, no one would have known he was in actuality a wizard. An extraordinary wizard who hated any wizard that was not pure of blood. He wanted everyone to know who he was but the name Tom Riddle was not a name that would strike free into a man's heart. So, he changed it to Lord Voldemort. As a young man Tom Riddle made a few mistakes. Now as Lord Voldemort they had been rectified except for one which he was going to take care of tonight.
Lord Voldemort stood in front of a line of new young fresh recruits. Lucius Malfoy, a tall handsome man with platinum blonde hair, stood at his side. It was initiation time, a time to see who was worthy of wearing the dark mark.
"Have all the assignments been given out?" Voldemort questioned Malfoy.
"Yes, my lord," Malfoy replied. "All except Severus Snape. You did not give me instruction for him."
"Severus Snape," Voldemort said. "I have a very special task for him. Bring him to me and send the others on their way."
"Yes, my lord," Malfoy said. He quickly dispersed the recruits to their task and brought the young man with the grease black hair and the pointed nose to Voldemort.
"Severus Snape," Voldemort stated.
Snape bowed low in front of Lord Voldemort.
Voldemort waved his wand and said an incantation under his breath.
"Look at me Severus," Voldemort said. Snape looked up into the dark eyes of his soon to be master.
"I have a very special task for you," Voldemort stated. He took a piece of paper from his robe and handed it to Snape. "On this paper is the name of a family that I would like you to personally remove from this earth."
Snape took the paper from Voldemort and put it in his robe.
"You will have 24 hours to complete your mission," Voldemort stated. "When you have finished return to me with proof of you accomplishments."
"Yes, my lord," Snape said. He turned and quickly walked away.
"My lord," Malfoy began, "What is the special assignment you have given Severus?"
"I'm trying a new spell," Voldemort replied. "And in the process taking care of a slight indiscretion of my youth." He dismissed Malfoy without another word.
The lone dark figure discarded the broken board he had used for a portkey. He would find something else to use when he was ready to return. It was early morning and he had less than twenty four hours to complete his task.
The Dark Lord had sent him on a special assignment. No one was to know where he was going and all would deny knowing him. It was his initiation. It seemed a simple assignment, go to America and kill the Morris family in 24 hours.
Severus Snape had done his home work, which had taken some of his time, but it was time well spent. There were a total of seven family members that needed to die. None of the older children had married so there were no spouses to contend with. He knew exactly where to find each member alone at any given time except for one.
He disapparated from the dense forest the portkey had placed him and apparated to the Morris' back yard. He knew that the mother came out every morning to tend her garden at precisely eight. He looked at the shadows on the ground and knew the time was growing near. He hid himself in the shadow, took out his wand and prepared himself.
An old woman hobbled out of the house and over to the garden. Severus was expecting a younger woman. Apparently his sources were not as good as he thought. He would have to verify this woman's identification before he killed her.
"Pardon me," Severus walked up to the woman his robes billowed around him.
She jumped at the sudden presence of the very tall man with black greasy hair and a hooked nose.
"I'm looking for Mrs. Charlotte Morris," Severus said. He faked a pleasant smile as he hid his wand behind his back.
The old woman smiled back and said, "I'm Charlotte Morris, how may I help you?"
"I was wondering if you might help me find your daughter," Snape remarked.
The old woman scowled at him, "I have no daughter! Now get out of my yard!" She picked up the hoe she was using on the ground and swung it over her shoulder. She attempted to throw it at him.
Severus waved his wand and said, "Avada Kedavra!"
The old woman collapsed to the ground face first into her precious garden.
Severus didn't have time to enjoy the sensation of the kill, he had six to go and time was running out.
Severus found the oldest male son in the old woman's basement. He seemed hardly worth the effort, since he was what muggles called a computer geek. He was pounding away at a keyboard when Snape killed him.
Snape quickly searched the rest of the house. It was empty as he had expected. He should have taken some time with the eldest son to get information.
'Perhaps I'll take a moment with the father,' Snape said to himself. 'He might be forth coming with the where a bouts of his only daughter.'
He had wasted too much time searching the house he would have to be quick if he wanted to get to the father on time. The patriarch of the family was the oldest living male member. Snape walked up to him as he left his usual eatery.
"Pardon me," Snape said using the same factitious smile he had used on the old woman.
"What can I do for you?" The old man asked. He seemed very spry for a muggle his age.
"I was wondering if you knew of a Margaret Morris." Snape inquired.
The old man spat on Snape's boots and said, "Don't mention that she-devil around me!"
Snape raised an eyebrow as well as his wand, used the Avada Kedavra spell and disapparated. The male Morris fell over dead with a contorted look on his face.
Snape apparated into a dense forest. He was totally confused by the parent's reaction. His information led him to believe she was one of the most prestigious witches in America, which is why she was the hardest to find. He conjured a rag, put his foot on a stump and wiped the saliva from his boot. He buffed his boots till they reflected like a mirror as he contemplated his next move.
Snape decided that since time was of the essence he would take out the three remaining sons at one time. He found the three boys at a muggle game area. Why anyone would find enjoyment in throwing a ball at white sticks set at the end of a narrow lane he would never know.
As they exited the bowling alley he pulled his wand and cast the spell. He took a moment to enjoy the sensation and contemplate his next move. He was attacked from behind.
