Voldemort turned to face Callie.
"My, my my, Callidora." He smiled cruelly.
She gave him a cold stare. "Tom."
His smile vanished. "Thin ice, Callidora, thin ice."
She smirked and looked away.
Voldemort looked at his daughter. "So, Charlotte, my daughter… dirty Muggle name, but nothing to be done… frightened are you? Good. At least someone in this room has respect for my power." He gave Callie a dirty look. She laughed.
"Do you have something to say?"
"Since when did you care about family anyway?"
He sailed straight over to her, furiously, until their noses (well, 'nose' on his part) were almost touching.
"If you keep acting like this, Black, you had better watch your back." He snarled.
She placed a finger on his stump of a nose. "Ditto."
I an instant, he reached to get his wand but before he could even think of a spell, he was blown off his feet by Callie's silently cast Shield Charm. Charlie was amazed, non verbal spells were her speciality.
"Never very good at the non-verbal stuff, were you Tom." Callie smiled sardonically.
Charlie was horrified. Voldemort was lying in a heap on her living room floor! Bracing herself, she watched him rise, but all he did was Disapparate.
"I never was scared of him, and he hates it." Callie said.
"W-Why did he call you Black?"
Callie froze for a moment,then faced Charlie.
"Because that's my maiden name. I'm part of the Black family tree. Little does he know, I was also once a Potter." She smiled sweetly, and left the room.