Ron Weasley –

Over the past few months, Ron had become one of Voldemort's most loyal followers, almost at the same level as Bellatrix LaStrange. His Hogwarts days were far behind him, as was the death of his former love, Hermione Granger and his former best friend. Harry Potter. Turning to the 'Dark Side' was certainly the best thing that Ron had ever done. The ride was an amazing adrenaline filled one, where chasing Muggles was a sport and everyday pass time.

The Death Eaters were all grouped together within the Riddle family mansion. The villagers still feared the place, making it the perfect meeting place for them, knowing they would never be disturbed. They were all gathered around what used to be the Riddle family dining table, making the meeting seem all the more formal.

"I hear that Remus Lupin is planning an attack." Bellatix purred in an almost seductive tone.

Fenrir snorted at the sound of Lupin's name.

Ron kept his arms folded and continued to stare at the side of his master's head. Lupin had quite possibly been the best Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher that he had ever had but that did not diminish the fact that he was a werewolf as well as being a half-blood. He was beneath Ron in blood status, and therefore his teaching ability meant nothing.

"Is he really? Him and what army?" Voldemort asked, tapping his pointed nails upon the wooden table.

Bellatrix LaStrange skipped round the table, running one of her fingers across the surprisingly shiny surface. "Maybe he has found some Mudbloods to join him," She then did a pirouette and threw her hands above her head. "But there'll be no problems ridding the world of them, will there?" She stood at Voldemort's side and smiled, revealing her rotten teeth.

Voldemort made a choked sound that mimicked chuckling. "There certainly won't, will there Ron?" He turned to face the man stood at his side.

Ron pulled his wand out of his pocket and pointed it at the window behind Voldemort's head. "No." He said flatly before casting a spell towards the window, shattering the glass, "but the sooner the better."

Bellatrix shrieked with delight as the Death Eaters disappeared out of the room in black smoke, leaving Voldemort on his own.