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A/N: Thanx for all the reviews, I noticed you guys like the whole Remus Hermione thing….and I was wondering if you still wanted me to keep my original idea of adding Sirius to the mix a little later on….Anyway glad your all still reading this fic!!! Acacia Jules I kinda get what you mean about new characters taking over and it getting annoying, but most of my so call 'new' characters are all old HP characters that are known as evil or heroes and just not talked about too much. I'll be careful to stop them from taking over, but it's rather hard not to not give them larger parts since the number of female main characters are only about 2, Lily and Herm…don't you think the story would go boring fast with only two girls and a whole buncha guyz? But I get what you mean, and really my new characters are not there to take over the fic, but to compliment the main characters…I'll just be careful to stand more clear to that.
Ooooh n by the way I was really confused on the James' place in the Quidditch team…in the movie they said he was a seeker, and in the books they never said anythin' except in book 5 where he was playing with the snitch, so I naturally figured he was a seeker…well it's too late to change that now. :( By the way if you guyz r confused about something ask about it, don't just put in a 'Huh?' cuz then I wouldn't know what ur not getting. Now letz hope u like this chappie…..it's a little darker and a bit confusing, but bare with me through this and in the next chapter everything is going to be explained. All I can say is keep your eyes open!
Lily smiled at her middle aged mother through the mirror. Though a few wrinkles touched her pale face, Mrs. Evans was still a very beautiful women with her natural looking golden highlights, full shapely mouth, and almond shaped green eyes identical to her daughters'. At a short glance, anyone who wasn't blind would easily realize that the two women were mother and daughter, both stunningly beautiful with their heart shaped faces and creamy smooth skin…but the sight of her mother in the mirror wasn't what had made Lily smile.
After spending months away from home since summer vacation, having you're mother's soft fingers caressing your hair became a very pleasant experience. Sure Hogwarts was great, amazing more like it, and Lily could use her wand to make her hairstyle gorgeous in seconds…but somehow it was much more special to let her mother take her time and straighten it for her. Seeing her mother's glossy lips for a smile, only made hers larger…until she saw the small twinkle of uncertainty in the other woman's eyes.
"Mom…" Lily wasn't sure how to began, and thankfully Mr. Evans shook her head slightly, her smile disappearing.
"Dumbledore already explained to me just how important it is. I promise I wont try to stop you," she said, her hands now caressing Lily's hair more rapidly, the way she always did when she was anxious or upset, "I just want you…I need you to promise you wont get into it until you learn exactly what it is, I rather die than have anything hap—"
"I can't," Lily cut her off, her eyes burning into the mirror as she watched her mothers rosy glow fade bit by bit, "I'm the first…and as much as I wish for it to be different, it wont. I'm going to have jump into the ocean in pitch black, knowing nothing…but learning as I keep swimming through." Mr. Evans looked like she was about to say something, but did not know quite how to put it out, and Lily just smiled at her, "like Christopher Columbus, I have to sail forward, not knowing what awaits ahead…think of our world now mother. What if he had been too much of a coward to do such thing? What if what I discover, whatever it is, what if it helps people…saves them of the horror going around?"
"Oh Lily," Mrs. Evans' usually strong voice shook, "there are wizards much more powerful, older, and wiser who'd have a better chance with this!"
"No!" Lily said stubbornly and wheeled around to face her shaken mother, "this is my job! I have to do this, me…I know it!"
"Why do you say this? You are only a child, not even of age…even by magic standards!" Mrs. Evans said trying to put her arms around her daughter, but Lily instantly backed away.
"And you think Voldemort would care? Huh? You think he would care that I am child…you don't think he'd kill any child as easily as his other victims? It doesn't matter that I'm only 16 mother. What matters is that me, a child might be able to help Dumbledore save people…maybe one day defeat Voldemort!" as her mother broke down into sobs Lily felt a horrible tingle of guilt, but she didn't regret what she had said, no matter how horrible…the truth should never be ignored. Instead she stood up and embraced her mother, now her turn to caress the other woman's red gold hair. "I'm strong mom, please believe in me."
* * *
James bit his lip thoughtfully, watching his mother across the dining room table as she stared at Harry. He couldn't help but feel this odd sensation, something swimming through his blood stream. He wasn't exactly jealous, mystified was more like it…the way she looked at that boy, it was the way she looked at James himself, only more intensely.
"I've totally made up my mind", Sirius hissed making James jump, and by the grin on his face it was obvious it had been his intention, "Harry is really you're twin…must've gotten adopted at birth or something!"
"Sure looks like it," James sighed turning back to his food.
James just couldn't figure out what in the world was going on between his mother, father and their attitude towards Harry! When he had confronted them with their OVER compassion towards such a far-away family, they had given his some crap about business in France and how every relation would come in handy from time to time. James though didn't believe a word, he knew there was a line between being friendly hosts and very nearly rocking a strange boy on your knee as you fed him spoonfuls of honey. The way their eyes sparkled and faces glowed whenever Harry talked or smiled, made the cross over that line very obvious indeed. James hadn't figured out what was going on yet, but Sirius' theory suddenly didn't seem so far-off, after all they certainly did treat Harry like a long-lost son.
"Dumbledore!" Mrs. Potter gasped, and James quickly turned around to see Dumbledore's head in their fireplace. Not a very common thing…perhaps the squealing floor charm he and Sirius had left behind before the break was more serious than the two had originally thought!
"I apologize for catching you off guard Merriam, but sudden events have pushed me to move fast and without any warnings," Dumbledore explained smiling politely at her and merrily waving at others and wishing them merry Christmas as though nothing would make him any more pleased, and Mrs. Potter just laughed.
"It's quite alright, but I do hope it's good news that brought you here," she said still smiling, though it disappeared as a somber look formed on Dumbledore's face, "I understand."
"I'm gonna have to ask Estean to come with me…he might not be able to make it back tonight for any kind of parties Merriam. I would make it different if I could, but we're desperately going to need him tonight…I apologize for the destruction I've caused to you're evening." Dumbledore's somber face now watched them sympathetically, and seeing his mother's face fall, James half expected her to Jump into the fire at Dumbledore. Instead though, Mr. Potter just shook her head and smiled warmly at Dumbledore.
"Oh Dumbledore, do you think any of us would put a silly little party ahead of lives of others who are in danger? I more than expected this, after all Voldemort seems to take a great deal of pleasure out of attacking during celebrations and holidays, as though planning to crush hope just when it first blooms…is there anything you want me to do?" Mrs. Potter said firmly, looking as though she would clime mount Everest 3 times and come back to swim across the Atlantic Ocean on top of that if Dumbledore asked her to do so.
"Actually yes! What I need from you is extremely important, though it might take some time…" Dumbledore smiled at her eagerness and went on, "I'm going to have an owl sent to you with a certain letter, when I contact you again later in the evening, I want you to be ready to use you're relations and resources and spread it around, though in a very casual non-suspicious manner, to the people I have enlisted for you. Be very careful, I would not advise it for one to be able to trace even a single line of that information back to you!"
"Done." Mrs. Potter said not a weak trace in her voice, and getting up she smiled at Dumbledore again, "I'll go get Estean just now. You want to meet him in the usual place, right?"
"If it's no trouble," Dumbledore bowed his head slightly, and with one last wave, left the chimney burning merrily with enchanted golden fire.
"Brighten up James," Sirius said softly, "You're mom said my uncle Alfred was supposed to come tonight, he'll take our minds off of it with half a cup of his special drinks!"
"Yeah, sure." James said with forced brightness. It hadn't been the first time his parents had to take on dangerous tasks for Dumbledore, and sure he was worried about them…but not nearly as worried he was for the people Voldemort was planning to attack! His parents were clever and strong, but how bout the kids that were going to be slain tonight for no reason but just to help Voldemort demonstrate his reign of terror even more horribly. James didn't know what to do if tonight it was someone he knew who got hurt, he felt sick just thinking about it, but if it did happen, he would rip Voldemort's skeleton like face right open!
* * *
"WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO DAMN MUCH?" Lily screamed, feeling as though nothing would please her anymore than punching her horse-faced sister in the face very many times.
"Why do I hate you? You really want to know, THEN FINE BY ME! I HATE YOU FOR BEING A DISGUSTING FREAK OF NATURE, AND FOR ME BEING THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN SEE THAT! FOR ALL THE FAKE SWEET LOVING DAUGHTER ACT YOU PUT ON FOR MOM AND DAD, YOU CERTAINLY DON'T FOOL ME!!! YOU…YOU FILTHY WITCH!!!!!" Petunia screamed back just as loud if not louder, her words barely hurting Lily, who had heard them far too often since returning from Hogwarts, yet they did manage to anger her, so much so she was barely aware as she picked up the closest thing on her dresser and flung it at Petunia.
"You never know when to shut up, do you, you stupid fucking bitch!" Lily said bitterly as the bottle of make-up remover hit her sister right between the eyebrows, trying to hide regretting what she had done. Not for long though, letting out a loud animal-like growl Petunia jumped on top of Lily, scratching punching, and elbowing whatever she could. Getting over her momentarily shock, Lily fought back just as savagely, that was until she heard her father's angry voice shouting at the pare of them, and getting between the two girls.
"Just what the hell do you two think you're doing?" Mr. Evans asked his face red with anger, his gray hair not making him look any less dangerous than a raging bear. Sucking on her bottom lip to stop it from bleeding, Lily tried to look sorry, Petunia however was burning red with anger, still glaring intently at her younger sister.
"SHE THREW THAT AT MY HEAD!!!!" Petunia shrieked barely glancing at their father, Mr. Evans however wasn't gonna take any of it.
"I don't care! Nothing, and I mean NOTHING gives the two of you any right to attack each other in such vicious manner. Sisters fighting like a pare of wild animals in the jungle…it's absolutely disgusting!!! You two carry on like this and me and your mother will find a way to make you regret ever using a sharp tongue towards one another! If you refuse to stop acting like savages I'm going to send you back to your boarding schools this very night!!!" Petunia didn't seem to have taken any of what her father had just said, and instead pushed away from him standing up as she still glared at Lily, who had been pretending to not notice it.
"I'd rather be in school right now than have to put of with this disgusting freak of nature for another second!" She said angrily before turning and running out of Lily's room.
"I'm sorry dad," Lily said, and for that moment she felt sympatric towards him for having to put up with the mess between her and Petunia. Mr. Evans smiled tiredly.
"I know. I hope she'll be able to move past all the jealousy and hatred she has for you, I just don't know how to make that happen."
"There is nothing you can do dad…sometimes I think about how I can make things better, but everything I've tried has failed with her." Lily tried to smile at him, but it came out looking very strained and fake, "but I wont stop, I promise to do whatever I can to help it dad. You and mom certainly don't need this, you really deserve better daughters."
Mr. Evans just smiled at her again, this time more lovingly, and gently brushed away a few strands of red hair from her forehead, "there is nothing more anyone can wish for than a daughter like you Lils, I just wish Petunia knew how lucky she is to have a sister like you!"
* * *
Antonin Dolohov felt the horrible need to grimace, yet he tried his best not to. Never show any emotion standing in this circle of doom, it was some kind of an unspoken rule they all tried to abide by…unless they were being tortured or rewarded. He did not know who the rather short spy was, but the well hooded and masked man had news that wouldn't be considered in any way beneficiary to Voldemort, and the last thing he wished to see at the moment was Voldemort's reaction, yet from where he could see, that skeleton face looked stone like, as though the shorter man had not spoken at all.
"So, Dumbledore's managed to find one of the talent I so desperately have been searching for, now has he?" his voice was a soft sheet on the surface with an ice bed raging in cold fury right beneath it.
"H-he is not s-so sure m-m-master," the man very visibly shook, "T-they c-could just have b-been lucky a f-f-few t-times—"
"Very well," Voldemort cut him off, his eyes not different from ice mountains, and his smile even colder, "it does not matter what you think! What I want to know is how important this is to Dumbledore…how far will he go to protect her." He laughed in manner that was almost amused, "As you all know tonight is Christmas Eve…and we're all going to be rather busy…thought I don't want this matter with Dumbledore's smart little discovery go very far. I want a little test done, if it is passed than I'm going to have to sent reinforcements the very next morning…yet if it is failed it means Dumbledore is a fool, absolutely aloof to the possibilities at hand…in which case I'll do what must be in that case."
Voldemort passed around the inside of the large circle, with a semi-smirk on his face, one that sent chills down the spine of whomever he passed plus ten others on either side. Suddenly he stopped and right in front of Antonin, who felt his chest clasp together and his heart jabbing at his chest painfully as though trying to escape, though Voldemort seemed to barely notice. That horrible face of his formed itself into an even more horrible smile, or a pale shadow of a smile, since his was neither warm or friendly, but like a terrifying lightning storm as thought it could strike you dead before you'd even realized it. "The religious fools may not be so foolish after all. Christmas is the most pleasant time of the year, specially when Santa hands out gifts to everyone. This year thought it's all going to be handed out when they're all awake and ready to appreciate it! Merry Christmas my loyal death eaters, may you find double the number of usual holiday victims…and keep in mind that Santa has a present for you all, one that you will surely like very much, and you will see it for all its beauty tomorrow morning. Right after a whole night of fun and death."
Antonin shakily searched for his wand inside his robes, trying to block out Voldemort's terrible cackles from frightening him. Though some else was arousing the fear at that moment…he like every other death eater present feared what Voldemort had in store for them. Sure the Dark Lord had said it as thought it was something to bring them pleasure, but with him you would never know, after all watching others suffer was his favorite pastime…Antonin just couldn't help being anxious over what was to come the next day.
A/N: Thanx for all the reviews, I noticed you guys like the whole Remus Hermione thing….and I was wondering if you still wanted me to keep my original idea of adding Sirius to the mix a little later on….Anyway glad your all still reading this fic!!! Acacia Jules I kinda get what you mean about new characters taking over and it getting annoying, but most of my so call 'new' characters are all old HP characters that are known as evil or heroes and just not talked about too much. I'll be careful to stop them from taking over, but it's rather hard not to not give them larger parts since the number of female main characters are only about 2, Lily and Herm…don't you think the story would go boring fast with only two girls and a whole buncha guyz? But I get what you mean, and really my new characters are not there to take over the fic, but to compliment the main characters…I'll just be careful to stand more clear to that.
Ooooh n by the way I was really confused on the James' place in the Quidditch team…in the movie they said he was a seeker, and in the books they never said anythin' except in book 5 where he was playing with the snitch, so I naturally figured he was a seeker…well it's too late to change that now. :( By the way if you guyz r confused about something ask about it, don't just put in a 'Huh?' cuz then I wouldn't know what ur not getting. Now letz hope u like this chappie…..it's a little darker and a bit confusing, but bare with me through this and in the next chapter everything is going to be explained. All I can say is keep your eyes open!
Lily smiled at her middle aged mother through the mirror. Though a few wrinkles touched her pale face, Mrs. Evans was still a very beautiful women with her natural looking golden highlights, full shapely mouth, and almond shaped green eyes identical to her daughters'. At a short glance, anyone who wasn't blind would easily realize that the two women were mother and daughter, both stunningly beautiful with their heart shaped faces and creamy smooth skin…but the sight of her mother in the mirror wasn't what had made Lily smile.
After spending months away from home since summer vacation, having you're mother's soft fingers caressing your hair became a very pleasant experience. Sure Hogwarts was great, amazing more like it, and Lily could use her wand to make her hairstyle gorgeous in seconds…but somehow it was much more special to let her mother take her time and straighten it for her. Seeing her mother's glossy lips for a smile, only made hers larger…until she saw the small twinkle of uncertainty in the other woman's eyes.
"Mom…" Lily wasn't sure how to began, and thankfully Mr. Evans shook her head slightly, her smile disappearing.
"Dumbledore already explained to me just how important it is. I promise I wont try to stop you," she said, her hands now caressing Lily's hair more rapidly, the way she always did when she was anxious or upset, "I just want you…I need you to promise you wont get into it until you learn exactly what it is, I rather die than have anything hap—"
"I can't," Lily cut her off, her eyes burning into the mirror as she watched her mothers rosy glow fade bit by bit, "I'm the first…and as much as I wish for it to be different, it wont. I'm going to have jump into the ocean in pitch black, knowing nothing…but learning as I keep swimming through." Mr. Evans looked like she was about to say something, but did not know quite how to put it out, and Lily just smiled at her, "like Christopher Columbus, I have to sail forward, not knowing what awaits ahead…think of our world now mother. What if he had been too much of a coward to do such thing? What if what I discover, whatever it is, what if it helps people…saves them of the horror going around?"
"Oh Lily," Mrs. Evans' usually strong voice shook, "there are wizards much more powerful, older, and wiser who'd have a better chance with this!"
"No!" Lily said stubbornly and wheeled around to face her shaken mother, "this is my job! I have to do this, me…I know it!"
"Why do you say this? You are only a child, not even of age…even by magic standards!" Mrs. Evans said trying to put her arms around her daughter, but Lily instantly backed away.
"And you think Voldemort would care? Huh? You think he would care that I am child…you don't think he'd kill any child as easily as his other victims? It doesn't matter that I'm only 16 mother. What matters is that me, a child might be able to help Dumbledore save people…maybe one day defeat Voldemort!" as her mother broke down into sobs Lily felt a horrible tingle of guilt, but she didn't regret what she had said, no matter how horrible…the truth should never be ignored. Instead she stood up and embraced her mother, now her turn to caress the other woman's red gold hair. "I'm strong mom, please believe in me."
* * *
James bit his lip thoughtfully, watching his mother across the dining room table as she stared at Harry. He couldn't help but feel this odd sensation, something swimming through his blood stream. He wasn't exactly jealous, mystified was more like it…the way she looked at that boy, it was the way she looked at James himself, only more intensely.
"I've totally made up my mind", Sirius hissed making James jump, and by the grin on his face it was obvious it had been his intention, "Harry is really you're twin…must've gotten adopted at birth or something!"
"Sure looks like it," James sighed turning back to his food.
James just couldn't figure out what in the world was going on between his mother, father and their attitude towards Harry! When he had confronted them with their OVER compassion towards such a far-away family, they had given his some crap about business in France and how every relation would come in handy from time to time. James though didn't believe a word, he knew there was a line between being friendly hosts and very nearly rocking a strange boy on your knee as you fed him spoonfuls of honey. The way their eyes sparkled and faces glowed whenever Harry talked or smiled, made the cross over that line very obvious indeed. James hadn't figured out what was going on yet, but Sirius' theory suddenly didn't seem so far-off, after all they certainly did treat Harry like a long-lost son.
"Dumbledore!" Mrs. Potter gasped, and James quickly turned around to see Dumbledore's head in their fireplace. Not a very common thing…perhaps the squealing floor charm he and Sirius had left behind before the break was more serious than the two had originally thought!
"I apologize for catching you off guard Merriam, but sudden events have pushed me to move fast and without any warnings," Dumbledore explained smiling politely at her and merrily waving at others and wishing them merry Christmas as though nothing would make him any more pleased, and Mrs. Potter just laughed.
"It's quite alright, but I do hope it's good news that brought you here," she said still smiling, though it disappeared as a somber look formed on Dumbledore's face, "I understand."
"I'm gonna have to ask Estean to come with me…he might not be able to make it back tonight for any kind of parties Merriam. I would make it different if I could, but we're desperately going to need him tonight…I apologize for the destruction I've caused to you're evening." Dumbledore's somber face now watched them sympathetically, and seeing his mother's face fall, James half expected her to Jump into the fire at Dumbledore. Instead though, Mr. Potter just shook her head and smiled warmly at Dumbledore.
"Oh Dumbledore, do you think any of us would put a silly little party ahead of lives of others who are in danger? I more than expected this, after all Voldemort seems to take a great deal of pleasure out of attacking during celebrations and holidays, as though planning to crush hope just when it first blooms…is there anything you want me to do?" Mrs. Potter said firmly, looking as though she would clime mount Everest 3 times and come back to swim across the Atlantic Ocean on top of that if Dumbledore asked her to do so.
"Actually yes! What I need from you is extremely important, though it might take some time…" Dumbledore smiled at her eagerness and went on, "I'm going to have an owl sent to you with a certain letter, when I contact you again later in the evening, I want you to be ready to use you're relations and resources and spread it around, though in a very casual non-suspicious manner, to the people I have enlisted for you. Be very careful, I would not advise it for one to be able to trace even a single line of that information back to you!"
"Done." Mrs. Potter said not a weak trace in her voice, and getting up she smiled at Dumbledore again, "I'll go get Estean just now. You want to meet him in the usual place, right?"
"If it's no trouble," Dumbledore bowed his head slightly, and with one last wave, left the chimney burning merrily with enchanted golden fire.
"Brighten up James," Sirius said softly, "You're mom said my uncle Alfred was supposed to come tonight, he'll take our minds off of it with half a cup of his special drinks!"
"Yeah, sure." James said with forced brightness. It hadn't been the first time his parents had to take on dangerous tasks for Dumbledore, and sure he was worried about them…but not nearly as worried he was for the people Voldemort was planning to attack! His parents were clever and strong, but how bout the kids that were going to be slain tonight for no reason but just to help Voldemort demonstrate his reign of terror even more horribly. James didn't know what to do if tonight it was someone he knew who got hurt, he felt sick just thinking about it, but if it did happen, he would rip Voldemort's skeleton like face right open!
* * *
"WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO DAMN MUCH?" Lily screamed, feeling as though nothing would please her anymore than punching her horse-faced sister in the face very many times.
"Why do I hate you? You really want to know, THEN FINE BY ME! I HATE YOU FOR BEING A DISGUSTING FREAK OF NATURE, AND FOR ME BEING THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN SEE THAT! FOR ALL THE FAKE SWEET LOVING DAUGHTER ACT YOU PUT ON FOR MOM AND DAD, YOU CERTAINLY DON'T FOOL ME!!! YOU…YOU FILTHY WITCH!!!!!" Petunia screamed back just as loud if not louder, her words barely hurting Lily, who had heard them far too often since returning from Hogwarts, yet they did manage to anger her, so much so she was barely aware as she picked up the closest thing on her dresser and flung it at Petunia.
"You never know when to shut up, do you, you stupid fucking bitch!" Lily said bitterly as the bottle of make-up remover hit her sister right between the eyebrows, trying to hide regretting what she had done. Not for long though, letting out a loud animal-like growl Petunia jumped on top of Lily, scratching punching, and elbowing whatever she could. Getting over her momentarily shock, Lily fought back just as savagely, that was until she heard her father's angry voice shouting at the pare of them, and getting between the two girls.
"Just what the hell do you two think you're doing?" Mr. Evans asked his face red with anger, his gray hair not making him look any less dangerous than a raging bear. Sucking on her bottom lip to stop it from bleeding, Lily tried to look sorry, Petunia however was burning red with anger, still glaring intently at her younger sister.
"SHE THREW THAT AT MY HEAD!!!!" Petunia shrieked barely glancing at their father, Mr. Evans however wasn't gonna take any of it.
"I don't care! Nothing, and I mean NOTHING gives the two of you any right to attack each other in such vicious manner. Sisters fighting like a pare of wild animals in the jungle…it's absolutely disgusting!!! You two carry on like this and me and your mother will find a way to make you regret ever using a sharp tongue towards one another! If you refuse to stop acting like savages I'm going to send you back to your boarding schools this very night!!!" Petunia didn't seem to have taken any of what her father had just said, and instead pushed away from him standing up as she still glared at Lily, who had been pretending to not notice it.
"I'd rather be in school right now than have to put of with this disgusting freak of nature for another second!" She said angrily before turning and running out of Lily's room.
"I'm sorry dad," Lily said, and for that moment she felt sympatric towards him for having to put up with the mess between her and Petunia. Mr. Evans smiled tiredly.
"I know. I hope she'll be able to move past all the jealousy and hatred she has for you, I just don't know how to make that happen."
"There is nothing you can do dad…sometimes I think about how I can make things better, but everything I've tried has failed with her." Lily tried to smile at him, but it came out looking very strained and fake, "but I wont stop, I promise to do whatever I can to help it dad. You and mom certainly don't need this, you really deserve better daughters."
Mr. Evans just smiled at her again, this time more lovingly, and gently brushed away a few strands of red hair from her forehead, "there is nothing more anyone can wish for than a daughter like you Lils, I just wish Petunia knew how lucky she is to have a sister like you!"
* * *
Antonin Dolohov felt the horrible need to grimace, yet he tried his best not to. Never show any emotion standing in this circle of doom, it was some kind of an unspoken rule they all tried to abide by…unless they were being tortured or rewarded. He did not know who the rather short spy was, but the well hooded and masked man had news that wouldn't be considered in any way beneficiary to Voldemort, and the last thing he wished to see at the moment was Voldemort's reaction, yet from where he could see, that skeleton face looked stone like, as though the shorter man had not spoken at all.
"So, Dumbledore's managed to find one of the talent I so desperately have been searching for, now has he?" his voice was a soft sheet on the surface with an ice bed raging in cold fury right beneath it.
"H-he is not s-so sure m-m-master," the man very visibly shook, "T-they c-could just have b-been lucky a f-f-few t-times—"
"Very well," Voldemort cut him off, his eyes not different from ice mountains, and his smile even colder, "it does not matter what you think! What I want to know is how important this is to Dumbledore…how far will he go to protect her." He laughed in manner that was almost amused, "As you all know tonight is Christmas Eve…and we're all going to be rather busy…thought I don't want this matter with Dumbledore's smart little discovery go very far. I want a little test done, if it is passed than I'm going to have to sent reinforcements the very next morning…yet if it is failed it means Dumbledore is a fool, absolutely aloof to the possibilities at hand…in which case I'll do what must be in that case."
Voldemort passed around the inside of the large circle, with a semi-smirk on his face, one that sent chills down the spine of whomever he passed plus ten others on either side. Suddenly he stopped and right in front of Antonin, who felt his chest clasp together and his heart jabbing at his chest painfully as though trying to escape, though Voldemort seemed to barely notice. That horrible face of his formed itself into an even more horrible smile, or a pale shadow of a smile, since his was neither warm or friendly, but like a terrifying lightning storm as thought it could strike you dead before you'd even realized it. "The religious fools may not be so foolish after all. Christmas is the most pleasant time of the year, specially when Santa hands out gifts to everyone. This year thought it's all going to be handed out when they're all awake and ready to appreciate it! Merry Christmas my loyal death eaters, may you find double the number of usual holiday victims…and keep in mind that Santa has a present for you all, one that you will surely like very much, and you will see it for all its beauty tomorrow morning. Right after a whole night of fun and death."
Antonin shakily searched for his wand inside his robes, trying to block out Voldemort's terrible cackles from frightening him. Though some else was arousing the fear at that moment…he like every other death eater present feared what Voldemort had in store for them. Sure the Dark Lord had said it as thought it was something to bring them pleasure, but with him you would never know, after all watching others suffer was his favorite pastime…Antonin just couldn't help being anxious over what was to come the next day.