The Heir of Slytherin It was the second year of school. She had missed the chance to revive the dark lord, and she would keep her eyes open for a new chance if that ever arose. She really really hated Potter now, and she could not wait to watch him die. Umbra hissed, why don't you just let me kill him already, I can sense that he causes you trouble. "No, he is reserved for the dark lord himself" she hissed back, sliding into the shadows of knockturn alley with her parents.