The thing drove him nuts it never helped find their master unless he summoned them first.
Without warning it bagan to burn again, he sighed then firmly pressing it he disaperated.
For the second time in Twenty minutes Tiabald hit a stone floor with enough force to knock him out.
His head throbbed even worse than before, it couldn't take all this abuse but he didn't have even a moment to recover.
He could hear voices comming from the end of the hall so he leaped to his feet and ran torwards them.
The rest of the deatheaters had all ready arived and he had to settle for a place at the back of the circle.
Voldemort had all ready began the spell, and the words he used almost oozed evil; it sent chills down the
spines of even the bravest in the room.
"Bring forth the werewolf" Voldemort comanded harshly and two men roughly dumped Lupin in the middle of the circle
careful not to step into it themselves.
"Behold this Werewolf, he is a member of a secret group determined to destroy us. Should he go unpunished?"
Every voice in the room cried out the expected answer "No!"
Smiling evily Voldemort called "Then he shall meet his fate" He raised a small dagger and plunged it into Lupin's hand
he held the seemingly unconsious Lupin's hand over the boiling cauldron and let three bright red drops of
blood fall into it.
With that he let go of the Werewolf and Lupin fell once again to the ground as if he was dead.
After kicking Lupin contemptuously aside Voldemort again raised his wand and screamed "Avarana" then fell silent.
That seemed to be the last word of the spell as he did not speak again.
Slowly the contents of the cauldron turned from a sickly looking brown to a dark red.
Voldemort tipped the cauldron and deliberatly dumped it into a small hole in the exact center of the circle were it turned
into purple flames.
And at exactly midnight he called "Come forth". A quiet hissing sound filled the room,
and a man stepped from the fire and knelt before Voldemort....