On top of a misty hill stood a high stone memorial. A little way away from the sculpture stood a tall, hooded man whose very presence send shivers through the air, rippling the fog with freezing jolts. Not buildings could be seen even from the peak of the mound, the figure stood alone, waiting, until finally there came a small pop. Another man appeared, similarly hooded, however his hooked nose was visible, protruding from the enveloping folds.
"Well?" asked the first man expectantly. His voice was cool and confident with no detectable emotion except impatience.
"My Lord," the other figure answered respectfully, "You must kill the boy, it is the only way, the boy this speaks of. There is only one who it could be, the Longbottom's child. His name is Neville and he lives here." He handed the other man a piece of parchment with an address scrawled on it then looked away jumpishly.
"I understand Severus," commented the man coolly, "it is of course essential for our cause for you to stay as far as possible away from me. But you will hear from me again soon. You are sure this is the only child?"
"Of course my Lord, I checked myself."
"Very well, leave me and tell no one of what you have heard."
"My Lord," Severus bowed low and disappeared.
"Now," the man said, standing alone once more, "Now it shall end, once Longbottom is dead there will be no one to stop me. Come Nagini, we have work to do."