It wasn't until a week later that Voldemort heard from Heolstor again. Severus had reported that he had reappeared at breakfast the morning after their talk, and smoothly handled the resulting curiosity, before taking the Hogwart's Express back to London, and returning to the care of his relatives. Four days into that stay, Voldemort was startled from his planning session with Lucius by a voice filled with equal parts rage and frustration. I apologize for bothering you, but I must beg for some assistance. There has been an…incident, and I find myself in need of the makings for a golem. I am holding the wards, so if you apparate to me you won't be detected. He then cut the contact to the bare minimum needed, removing all possibility of reading his emotions.

Voldemort, intrigued, quickly gathered what was needed and brought Lucius with him to Heolstor's side.

They found themselves in a cramped, depressing bedroom. A thin-mattressed bed was shoved into one corner and a desk with a broken leg in another, but what immediately drew the eye was the blood splashed liberally over all four walls and the floor. The only surface not covered was Heolstor himself, in his true form, who had turned to look at them as they appeared, eyes glowing with power. When he spoke, the air itself seemed to vibrate with it, and Voldemort felt Lucius shudder.

"I fear that the wards are a bit trickier than I had anticipated. If this is done quickly, then the magic won't be noticed. I would suggest that you stay away from the window, as I haven't anything to spare for an illusion. My watchers have been particularly diligent, in some things."

"May I ask what the golem will be replacing?" Lucius asked, a bit hesitantly, as Heolstor began to call blood from the walls to mix with the clay that his lord had brought.

A bit absently, as he began to pour power into the runes he was inscribing, Heolstor answered: "My former uncle. I may have overreacted a bit to what was his typical behaviour. I had forgotten, and so had little more than the usual protections up."

Finishing, he looked directly at Lucius, and being the full focus of that gaze was almost too much. "I have rather grown out of accepting deprivation and corporal punishment."

Pricking his finger, he turned back to the golem and wrote the final rune, breathing life into it. He then directed it out of the door, shutting it before releasing control.

Turning to the two men, Heolstor suddenly smirked and said, "Do you have any use for some muggle blood? Perhaps an army of ill-tempered muggles would help you take over the world……no?" He shrugged a shoulder, and the blood was gone, leaving pristine, if dismal walls behind.

"What of the others who live here?" Voldemort queried.

Licking his finger clean, Heolstor replied: "Gone for the day, which is probably a good thing, though ultimately unsatisfying."

At their questioning looks, he added, grinning wickedly, "This isn't my normal sort of entertainment, but I should have liked to have made it a complete set. Blood can be very…satisfying to spill." At their reactions, he laughed delightedly.

"Before you disturb us further," Voldemort said dryly, "I do have two more objects for you."

Heolstor's face lit up, before sobering a bit in thought. He sat down on the bed in the corner, and waved his hand, conjuring two chairs for his guests. He finally spoke.

"You didn't happen to retrieve them from any place special, did you?"

Voldemort answered as he handed over a bracelet and milky stone, "No."

"Well, I've been thinking about our Dumbledore problem, and as it is only the beginning of the summer, I would like to see how my idea might pan out." Heolstor said, passing his hand over the objects as he had done to the others, releasing the pieces of soul. He discreetly checked on Voldemort's condition, which appeared to now be almost as good as when Tom Riddle had still been in school, before continuing.

"I left untraceable facsimiles behind when I left Dumbledore, protected in the same manner. It might be nice to see how close he comes to killing himself off attempting to pick up the pieces. Surely we could come up with something creative for these two and have it bruited about for him to pick up."

Thinking about it a bit, Voldemort finally replied. "It is more remote than I usually enjoy, but the amusement factor is rather high."

"It is certainly better than using his death as a trial for proving your future minions' loyalty."

At Voldemort's look, he continued. "I know how you thought, and I believe that there are better ways of achieving the same ends. After all he is Slytherin."

Ignoring his look of confusion, Heolstor turned to Malfoy and said, "Lord Malfoy, I am finding the thought of spending more time here rather intolerable. Could I possibly impose upon you temporarily?"

A bit startled, Lucius nonetheless replied swiftly, "It would be a pleasure."

'Well then," Heolstor said briskly, and taking out his wand again, he sliced deeply into his palm and formed a replica from his freely flowing blood, "shall we go?"