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Far away, in a distant place, Mallory Croaker stepped in a dark shadowy building. "My lord," He pleaded. "I have failed miserably, make what you wish of me, just please spare me of death."
"I do not wish to please, those who disappoint me…" Said a cold, cruel, voice.
"My lord, I stand here, a humble servant, and I beg of you-"
"You are not a servant, you are a disgrace!" The voice shouted. "You deserve what you will get."
"I tried my hardest, my lord," Mallory spoke softly, crying.
"Crucio!"
He screamed.
"Crucio!" There was a cackle of laughter.
"Please my lord!" Mallory cried. "Please!"
"Is Croaker, going to croak?"
"Please, no!"
"Crucio!" The cruel man began to step closer to Mallory Croaker. He jerked out his arm. "Foolish of me, to give you such an honor," He spat out. He pulled back Croaker's sleeve, and brought his own wand out, pressing it against the mark.
Many apparating men and women were brought close to the building.
"Lucius," The cruel man said. "Please end this for me, I have some business to do…"
"Yes, my lord," Lucius Malfoy said, as the cruel man walked outside. The man heard a shout, "Avada Kedavra!" Then the screaming of Croaker ceased.
"Another fail, once again," Voldemort said. "Morsmordre!" He shouted, pointing his wand to the sky.
THE END