Chapter 2: An American Death Eater in…America?
Halloween day…
"Are you supposed to be something?" Nora scowled at her strange friend's mocking tone.
"Yeah, Boy," she scoffed, "I'm a death eater. Ever heard of it?"
"Quit calling me…never mind," he moved next to her, continuing to give her a mocking grin as he touched the 'drawn on' tattoo on her arm.
"What was that for?" she asked, frowning.
"I just called the Dark Lord," he laughed.
"He'll be very mad at you, you know," she replied, putting on her best serious act. "And, seeing as Mel is at Hogwarts now she won't be around to save you."
The bell for first period rang and, not giving him time to come up with a response, she hastily ran off down the hallway to a secluded nook in the school to await her fate.
She didn't have long to wait. He appeared subtly and appeared to be in a bitter mood, no doubt something involving the Potter boy.
"Why did you call me?" he snapped.
"It wasn't me master,'t was a very ignorant friend. He knows not what he did." Voldemort's bitter expression turned to one of amusement. This sudden change both startled and slightly worried Nora. She was hell bent on surpassing her 'master' and, with her superior acting skills, was able to manipulate him subtly.
"Bring this friend of yours to me when you can," he hissed softly.
"Pardon my asking why master?"
"Because, I wish to get to know him."