A Menacing Figure

The man stood in his house, grinning with a sneer on his face. His plan was going perfectly. Harry Potter was on the run, and the people who had betrayed him were taken care of. He could afford some time to gloat before he put the next part of his plan into action.

Having no children of his own, he had spies set up at Hogwarts to keep an eye on Meghan Potter, spies which he had paid handsomely to make her life a living hell there. She was his enemy's daughter and must be treated as such.

Now, what to do about Ginny? He still had a stash of Polyjuice Potion, that was not an issue. He might just have to have some fun with her before figuring out what to do with her as well. He wanted Harry to know that his family was paying dearly for everything he had done before he finished him off.

He looked at the clock... It was almost ten on the evening of August 31st. Surely Meghan would be in bed by now, wanting to get a good night's sleep before going to Hogwarts in the morning. He could very well take some Polyjuice Potion now and go over there. But no, he had to wait. It wouldn't do to raise her suspicions now, would it?

Going to the refrigerator, he took out a cold six pack of beer and grabbed a bag of crisps from the counter, then flopped down on the couch in front of the television set. He knew that a lot of people in this world that he was a part of didn't have one, but he enjoyed the pleasures it brought. He didn't have many friends and it was a good way to pass the time. He didn't have to work; his parents had made sure of that before they died. So he was independently wealthy and could afford the finer things in life.

Sighing with satisfaction that all was going according to plan, he turned on the murder mystery channel and settled in for a long night of electronic enjoyment. He got some of his very best ideas while watching this channel and did most of his planning and scheming.