�Master, are you sure��
�Are you questioning orders, Malfoy?�
A hiss rang through the silence that followed as the cauldron bubbled and the liquid within turned clear. It was a moment before the servant spoke.
�No sir, I just don�t think��
�You don�t think what?�
�I�I don�t think the boy is ready for such a big task.�
�Well, if a certain girl had been properly possessed, we wouldn�t have this problem. The boy will do what he is told, or it shall be the last thing he does.�
As if to prove this last statement, another, lesser servant was called forward. Their arm was slashed and the potion slowly turned to the color of blood, which spilled into the cauldron. The servant to whom the master was speaking gulped and nodded.
�Yes Master. He will obey your orders.�
The discussion was over. The book was thrown into the cauldron to be mended, to be brought back to life. To bring back the one thing that could destroy the one who stood in the way.
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Author's note: Foreboding, is it not? Short, but foreboding.
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