Voldemort's POV
"Yes, master." The last Death Eater backed out of the large drawing room of Malfoy Manor.
Draco was sat in a dark green chair in the corner, shivering slightly. I rubbed my face tiredly.
"That was the last one Draco, you are also dismissed."
He nodded and nearly ran out of the room. I thought about Potter for a while, how he would react to my letter and what he would do about it. No matter what he thought about it, the letter was honest. I wanted freedom, and Potter was the only one who could help me get it. I would take whatever I could get, even if it meant going to St. Mungo's. Maybe I would look normal again, with hair and a nose like a human, rather than a snake.
"My Lord." The slimy voice of Lucius Malfoy wormed its way into my mind.
Supressing a shudder at having to talk to the blonde idiot, I raised my head and gestured for him to speak.
"Some of us, not me of course, were wondering why you have told us to retreat and stay away." His voice shook with obvious terror.
I twitched, he cringed. I shook my head and uttered a soft laugh.
"Ah Lucius, do you not trust me?"
"O-of course, my Lord!"
Not a sensible decision in my opinion.
"I need to recover from my most recent trip. With Potter watched closer than ever, I must plan how to get to him and kill him." I narrowed my eyes. "Surely I do not need to be explaining this?"
"N-no, my Lord."
I flicked my wand, and with a pang of satisfaction, sent him flying into the hallway and slammed the door. That would keep them at bay for a while, at least until I had spoken to Potter, one way or another.