�You know where I�ve been my Lord. You sent me there. These girls have potential, and may yet be turned to the Dark. But if we failed�� her voice turned to a scream as the Cruciatus curse hit her.
�Do not speak of failure. You know what the penalty for failing me again is, you pretentious little child.� Voldemort hissed, venomous anger filling his voice.
�All I�m saying is that they have great power, perhaps too great to risk.� The girl said, her voice breaking from time to time from aftershocks of the curse.
�Perhaps you are right. I leave the decision to you, kill them or try to turn them. But should you fail me, there will be no mercy this time.�
�Very well, my Lord. So shall it be.�
Next Chapter
Review