They were far enough north that it even though it was the begining of the summer most places, here it had already
begun to lightly freeze at night.
The night was clear and the moon highlited the sparkling treetops.
But Voldemort barely noticed, nothing but power was truly beautiful to him any more.
He drumed his fingers absent mindedly on his knees, his deatheaters were failing even the simplest tasks at a
a incresingly growing rate.
As a result his temper had gone down hill at a growing rate, and even the bravest deatheaters steered clear of him.
Something really had to be done about that stupid Order... but what?
As much as it pained him to admit it, as old as he was Dumbledor had just seemed to get more clever.
He had covered both his and the Order's tracks with increasing skill even his most skilled spies had been unable to penetrate
the Order, or even simply find out the location of their headquarters.
They had at least managed to capture one of the members, but the werewolf was being most unhelpful.
Then it struck him... why wait until they had found the Order's headquarters?
Why not lure them out and kill them off one by one, until everyone was in chaos and they could be more easily traced?
The best way would be to attack several key places as bait, in hopes of dragging them out of hiding to attack.
Obdviously the place to start would be Britian's Ministry of Magic,
not only would that lure the order out; it would
also distract the hordes of Aurors constantly on the tail of him and his deatheaters.
That would pull them off for at least a week while they tried to repair whatever damage he and his followers could cause.
And even a week could be fully used to their advantage, attacking several other places to confuse them.
Even if they only held one of four or so places they could attack that would be enough to lure the order out, but it
would have to be done carefully none of this bumbling foolishness most of his servants had been falling prey to lately.
But who should he send? The shade was the most obdvious choice but even he could not be in three places at once,
so he'd have to apoint two others so someone could watch over the the places as the shade moved onto the next.
Lucius Malfoy would have been his first choice, and then Tiabald.
but Tiabald was not quite as competant as some of his
other choices. Mcnair was turning into a somewhat feeble old man and would not do at all; and Avery was still bumbling around
in stupidity and shock after Voldemort's outrage about all his mistakes earlier that year.
The only other reasonable seeming choice at the moment was Bellatrix Lengstrange, she had at least managed to kill the
aminmagus Black and cleared the path for his shade even if she had not managed to keep the aurors away afterward while
he dealt with Potter. And as long as he kept a tight watch on both of them they should be able to manage by themselves for
at least a couple of hours while he was away keeping a grip on the shade, it would not do for some one to awaken the
shade while he settled into his new form. It would be a couple weeks at the least before he was compleatly sealed into
the shade's form an any time during that his spell could easily be broken. Maybe it would be best to wait...
But no, he'd keep a tight reign on him and everything would go as planned.
His mind made up he snapped his fingers twice and a hooded figure nervously aproached his chair.
"Escort the shade to the black castle, some one is waiting there for him. Return here and report to me when you have done as I comanded" He said qickly
Aparently relieved the person bowed and quickly left the room without glancing back.