Chapter 9:

Evil is as Evil does

"Pettigrew! Where are you?" Voldemort was getting pissed off at Peter's incompetence and continuous blundering.

"Um.yes.mmy Lord?"

"Pettigrew what information do you have about the Potter child? Eh? I most certainly hope that you have not messed that up!" Peter blanched at the thought of what had happened at the station, his Lord would most certainly be very furious and would probably put a curse on him.

"Actually my lord, I have some bad news and of course some good news to report on the situation." Peter stopped here to see what Voldemort would say at the point.

Voldemort's face was livid at the mentioning of bad news. Finally, after some struggle he made his face neutral, " Well why did you stop, spit it out now I don't have all day."

" Well you see milord, the bad news is that the group of deatheaters that went to the station did not grab the girl or the baby, and the good news is that they found out where they were heading."

Voldemort's face was a study. It showed mixed feelings, distrust, anger, disgust, and slyness. "Well, Pettigrew since you have brought me bad news you will suffer the consequences and they are..." At this Voldemort stopped and smiled evilly and then continued, "the consequences are that you shall spend 2 hours under the cruciatus curse. Take him away! Out of my sight!"

Two deatheaters stepped up and dragged the unfortunate Peter away." Voldemort looked around and summoned his most loyal servant.. Lucius Malfoy up to him.

"Lucius as my most loyal subject you shall take over where the incompetent Pettigrew left off. But first, don't go after Hermione Potter and her child, no leave them alone for now, let her think that she is safe, and protected. Meanwhile look for Harry Potter, see what he is doing and if possible find a way to give him tips to where his missing wife is... and just when everything is going well nab them. Now go."

"Yes milord" was Lucious only reply as he swiftly went out of the chamber.
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Lucius was pretty much pissed off at being assigned to do this. 'Lucius do this, Lucius do that, how does he suppose I'm going to lead Potter to his wife? I'm supposed to be DEAD. Killed by my own son, who by the way needs a big kick in the ass for that. Oh I'm going to enjoy doing that to Draco, oh yes, he has not seen the last of me yet, not by a long shot. I'll devise a plan for doing just that as soon as I finish with the Potter business. And I also have to deal with Narcissa, she'll not be thrilled with my suddenly popping up, yes I can just imagine her face, that I will enjoy seeing.' He was walking without looking where he was going, which is why he bumped into his least favorite person in the whole stinking planet.

Mike Thornton. A fellow deatheater who happened to be a kiss-up and who would enjoy seeing him fall from his standing with Voldemort very much. How he hated the man's guts.

"Well Malfoy, are you so worried about this assignment that you don't even notice where your going? Maybe you need someone who can actually do the job right."

"Shove it Thornton, and move out of my way" Lucius was starting to lose his cool.

" Look whose getting mad, losing his calm façade. Now if you need help with the job you know where to find me."

"Yes I'll call on you if I need someone to strangle to death, so you better watch out. Now get out of my way." Thornton stepped aside and let him go by.