Darkness… the absence of light.


She was my light… the only source I had ever known.


I’ve lost track of how long it has been. How long since she died.


Could it have been days? Months? Perhaps years now?


My dear Narcissa… how I’ve failed you. For all my power… I couldn’t stop death from claiming you.


I leap to my feet. “That’s it!!!!!”

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Thus far my plans are working nearly flawlessly. The reign of terror I’ve unleashed upon Britain has people feeling terror they’ve not felt since The Dark Lord reigned. After the big night of the full moon I’ve contented myself with having my followers making random strikes upon easy targets. My pawn in the Ministry keeps their resources misdirected. The fools of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement during the past couple of months have side lined many of their most capable witches and wizards and are using resources to track Potter for me.


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