"My lord." A tall figure said. The only source of light came from the fireplace. A tall handsome armchair stood in front of it. The figure that had spoken was impossible to see any clearer.
"I have news." The figure said again. The person in the armchair made no movement so the standing figure continued. "We have found six sources of extreme magical power. They have just entered the range of the spell. We sent some Death Eaters to investigate and, well they're children."
"Continue." A high, cold voice said, from the armchair.
"Well, the older are 15, then 12, 9 and 7."
"Interesting." The person in the armchair said again. "Bring them to me. I want them alive. Use force. Kill the youngest, only if necessary."
The fire roared, as Lord Voldemort start to laugh maniacally.