Meanwhile in Riddle manor a stunning young man with dark brown hair and dangerously shimmering red eyes went ballistic. His Deatheaters had kidnapped Hogwarts' useless divination professor, Sibyll Trewlaney, the source of the prophecy that had doomed him.

The reason for the Dark Lords anger was a memory he had just taken from the woman. The prophecy that had scared him so, that had propheciesed his downfall. The damned riddle that led him to kill the Potters, that made his followers torture the Longbottoms and made him go after an innocent child had been false.

Not only misunderstood or wrongly worded, no, it had been completely made up. He was furious, destroying everything around him. Two of his Deatheaters, Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape, who had brought him the wretched woman, were safe behind a pillar, hiding from their masters wrath. The Dark Lord was taking the room apart, his magic lashing out wildly, tearing into the walls, cutting through the air and destroying every and anything that got too close. The two men in hiding looked at each other, they had never seen their Lord this angry, this out of control.

Control was something Voldemort laid lots of importance into, but right now there was none left. He was completely wrapped up in his emotions of anger, fury and maybe even sadness.

Sadness for what could have been if he hadn't let himself get tricked, even sadness for the child he had taken everything from. When he finally calmed down he turned to followers. „Lucius, Severus. I'm going to need to talk to the boy. Be ready to bring him when I've prepared", ordered the Dark Lord. „But my Lord, how could we get him. The wards...", Lucius starts but gets interrupted by Severus. „The wards are only an issue if we mean him harm. As far as I understand hit there's no danger from our side. Or am I mistaken, my Lord?" „You're right in both cases, Severus. I mean Harry Potter no harm as long as he agrees to withdraw from this war. A child shouldn't be fighting in it in the first place and therefore the wards won't be a problem. We need to act soon though, I've got a feeling the old goat has something planned. So be ready."

„Yes, my Lord!"