"Wormtail", The sibilant voice slithered around the room. Anyone who heard it would quake with fear. Even a faithful servant who had given all that he could to his master. "Wormtail", again came the voice, accompanied by a scurrying as the person called for came to his master's side.

"All is is in readiness, My lord", a rat of a man came into sight and moved swiftly towards the large chair facing the fireplace. A huge portrait hung above the mantle. A fair skinned girl with red hair. Her eyes beckoning.

"Is she the one" a chill went round the room, "Was I correct." The man cowered by the chair, "Yes Master, she has been sorted, of all houses yet of none, she is the girl."

"Ahh, finally my bride, you are here, Is the spy in place?", The voice sounded anxious, "We can't have any mistakes this time. No chance of young Mr. Potter messing this up now, is there, Wormtail."

"No Master, The spy is in place. All is ready for you to claim her. She but awaits your presence."

The room fell once again into silence, but this time it had a more satisfied air.