“Wormtail,” called Voldemort. The scruffy rat-like wizard came scampering forward and bowed so low that his nose was almost touching the floor.
“My Lord,” stammered Wormtail.
“Bring me Bellatrix,” said Voldemort.
“Y-yes, my Lord.” Wormtail scattered off into the other room and returned moments later followed by a woman with flyaway black hair and crooked teeth.
“Get out, Wormtail!” said Voldemort. Wormtail scurried away, Voldemort flicking his wand at the door making it slam shut behind him. Bellatrix rushed forward and knelt down at Voldemort’s feet.
“My Lord,” she gushed. “What do you need me to do? I’ll do anything, my Lord, to serve you…”
“Hush, Bellatrix,” said Voldemort and she immediately fell silent, staring intently up at her master. “I need you to bring me a Mudblood by the name of Helena Williams.”
Bellatrix nodded enthusiastically.
“Yes, I will, my dark Lord,” she replied. “I won’t let you down.” She bowed her head, whispering her admiration for Voldemort, then got to her feet.
“Bring her to me alive,” added Voldemort as Bellatrix backed from the room. She nodded, wide-eyed with excitement, then left the room.
Voldemort twirled his wand between his long fingers, still wondering what he was going to do with the Mudblood. Most of him wanted to kill her but a part of him thought that he should use her first.
He had, of course, only given Draco Malfoy the job of killing Albus Dumbledore as a punishment for Lucius. He suspected that Draco would fail and that Severus would have to do it, but it would be more useful to him if Severus was able to continue to infiltrate the Order. He doubted whether Draco could succeed; however, if he were to have help...
He’d only have to threaten her family and she’d be begging to do anything. And to ensure that she wouldn’t tell anyone, he’d make it look as though she was on their side. But, he thought, he could not let his Death Eaters know. They wouldn’t understand why he had done it but, and he smiled at the thought, he knew the best ways to torture someone.