AN: Well, this is the end of what I have at the moment. I can write more if anyone actually likes this one. Any feedback, positive or negative, would be absolutely great.
England
"Master," a hooded figure approached Lord Voldemort. This same hooded figure had been delighted to inform her master hours ago that the Russo family was dead. The hooded figure, though rewarded, now approached with a level of apprehension that bespoke volumes of failure before she opened her mouth. "Master, my brother has just returned from the Russo residence."
"You lied to me, didn't you Alecto?" The cold voice said.
"Not…not completely, Master. Jerry Russo is dead, as is his wife and two of the children. But, my brother, he has just arrived back from the Russo residence. I had him wait for the boy to come. He couldn't have been more than twelve, my lord. I though, three Death Eaters were naturally enough for one unarmed and unaware boy." Logic would, of course, not save her from the terrible torture that would surely come from her failure. Still, it amused the Dark Lord to hear her sniveling excuses.
"Naturally. Continue, Alecto. How did this boy best three of my skilled Death Eaters and hoodwink you?"
"Sir, my brother, he says there was another that showed up. He says that this man was like nothing he had ever seen before. Fast with a wand, and he apparated at points to dodge curses. My lord, I have never heard of anything like this before. "
"Alecto, did it ever occur to you to research your targets before moving against them?" It wasn't altogether the worst news he had ever received. Admittedly, three of the four Russos were dead. The twelve year old was almost inconsequential. The Ministry would disbelieve any rumor that Death Eaters had involved themselves in an American murder and would likely chalk it up to a scheme by Dumbledore to disrupt the wizarding world. The boy's savior would likely have come into play anyway at Dumbledore's request, for he was sure Dumbledore is the one who tapped this latest resource.
Really, there was no reason at all to be upset with Alecto. The entire failure was almost a nonissue. Almost. She had lied to him and told him that everything had been taken care of. That had to be addressed.
"Alecto, you lied to me. You told me everything had been completed. If you lie to me, that must mean you don't respect me very much. We'll see if we can't address that." He liked to think that her screams could be heard miles away. Lord Voldemort didn't appreciate being lied to.