Chapter 6
Charlie was curled up in bed when Voldemort Apparated into her room. With his presence brought fear, and she scrambled up to the wall, not being able to take her eyes off him.
"Stop it girl, you'll have to be braver than this if you're to work for me."
"W-w-work, for you?" she stammered.
"Yes, did you expect me to forget you?" he smiled, almost too sweetly.
"I, erm, I, but I'm, you know, not, like that…" her voice trailed into a whisper as his eyes darkened.
"I don't see that you have a choice here. Your mother was right when she said you were a wimp!"
"My, what? Callie? Don't you mean Callie?"
"Yes, yes, Callidora whatever…" he paused, pondering. "You know of the Potter twat, yes?"
She raised her eyebrows in a Callie-like way "I know him as a rather different title, but yes, kind of…"
"He is your task. You, my dear daughter, are going to befriend the Potter boy." He spat.
"But, I don't know where he is, he left Hogwarts you see, he-"
"Shut up, I haven't finished. I know exactly where he is, even though I myself cannot enter. You however…you will follow him, befriend him, lead him into a false sense of security, then lead him to ME!" he looked delighted at his evil plan.
Charlie was distraught. She began to protest, then realised who it was she would be protesting to. She nodded, glumly, wondering how the hell she was meant to pull this off…