They were all quiet for a moment and then she spoke again.
"I don't suppose, well could you take me with you? Back to the wizarding world I mean? You see I have a plan, to help you get rid of Harry. Anyway, I know what that prophesy said." she stared up at Voldemort somewhat determinedly. She could by the look in Voldemort's eyes that what she had said had struck him.
"Well, I guess that you could. but first, what s the plan of yours?" he said thoughtfully. Summer smiled and shifted her self around so that she could face him.
"well, I reckon, if you can get me into Hogwarts, I can get to Harry. You see, if I can lure him into trusting me, I could get him to somewhere that you could go and no one would suspect a thing. You see, we could wait until a Hogsmeade weekend, and that's where you could strike, no-one around to protect dear ickle Harry. Also, if you lie low, then the ministry will think you are somewhere else." a slight evil tone came into her voice when she said that. Voldemort looked at her for a minute, and the smiled his cold, cruel smile.
"yes. Yes, I could see that working, working very well indeed..but first, we need somewhere you can stay and learn spells and broom flying and potions, just so that you could get on well at school of course." he said thoughtfully.
"well, Malfoy could supply that." suggested a voice from just behind Voldemort.
The second death eater stepped forward, her blonde hair glinting in the sunlight. "he wont mind having you all stay, he does of course have enough room."
"yes, I think we might just do that. Good thinking." Voldemort agreed.
"can we just check something first?" Summer asked. "you see, in the room next door is an old trunk that belongs to my dad. I think it might have some old robes in it I could use, until I get some new ones." she jumped off her messy unmade be and headed for the door and ran into the next room.
The all followed out of curiosity. Summer knelt on the floor, her many pocket chains clanking noisily on the unpolished dusty floor by an old, weathered trunk. She flung the top to reveal an assortment of objects, including some old aqua robes with a silver pattern along the bottom. There was also an old box of photographs, which she quickly flicked through.
Deciding that she would take these as well, she picked them up, went back into her room and pulled out a suitcase from under her bed and started piling clothes in and other things she wanted to take with her.
"I reckon that my parents must have had an account with Gringotts, so I'll go ask my dad." she said when she had finished.
They all followed her down the stairs to the living room where her dad sat, asleep in a leather armchair. She went up to him and poked him hard until he woke up.
"Whaddauwnt?" he mumbled, opening his bleary eyes, which widened as he looked up at the figure beside her.