Mistake Managed || Potter Twins/wbwl (DISCONTINUED)

•|DRAMATIC!!!|•

"Hm... a tournament?" Voldemort hummed.

"Yes, my Lord," Lucius bowed.

Bellatrix added enthusiastically, "My Lord! I think the tournament will make your return even more... DRAMATIC!"

Voldemort who was formerly dismissive of the idea, perked up when he heard the word dramatic. He repeated, "Hmm... dramatic..."

"Yes, My Lord," Bellatrix nodded frantically, "dramatic!!!"

Voldemort smiled, pleased with Bellatrix's idea of a dramatic return. His Death Eaters shivered when they saw the slight hint of a smile on their Lord's face. Their Lord does not smile, he smirks.

"My Lord, if I may-" Nott spoke.

A loud sound came from the floo, and a young teenager came out of it. Lucius looked as if he wanted to murder his only son for using the dining room's floo instead of the other floo networks they have at that moment.

"Draco, you're late," Narcissa sternly reprimanded.

"Yes mother, I apologise for not being punctual on our... er," He looked around, "scheduled meeting?"

Draco could hear the memory of his father's voice reprimanding him, "An heir of the house of Malfoy does not stutter!"

"And here I was wondering if the Malfoy heir thinks of himself too highly to grace me with his presence," Voldemort assumed with a threatening expression.

Draco was stunned with fear. He does not know if the Dark Lord will take into offense if he denied the Dark Lord's assumptions. He then remembered Harry's words.

Draco inhaled deeply and announced, "My Lord, I was with the Potter heir, Harry Potter."

He could see his parents glaring and other Death Eaters' expectant expression, hoping that the Malfoys will lose their Lord's favour. The Dark Lord did not bat an eye, instead he continued to stare at Draco, unnerving the young Malfoy. He took that as a permission to continue.

"Albus Dumbledore was there at Potter Manor, but I cannot be certain of what affair is his presence needed for," Draco continued.

A series of whispers were heard. Voldemort was irked by the noises and sent out a wave of magic to show how displeased he is with their chattering. It seems to be effective as the dining room is now silent.

"Harry Potter left a hint and told me to deliver it to our... side," Draco explained.

"And what is that hint, Draco?" the Dark Lord demanded impatiently.

"The Order is potentially sending Henry Potter as a spy," Draco finished.

The crowd as well as Voldemort wore a look of shock on their faces. The silence went on for ages, until the Dark Lord started laughing like a maniac.

Voldemort sighed with disappointment, "And here I was hoping that they will send the... other Potter."

No one knows what to say, but before anyone could find an acceptable reply, the Dark Lord continued, "Tell me, Nott."

"Yes, my Lord?" Nott asked hesitantly.

"Do I look like a joke instead of a threat for you?" Voldemort's voice suddenly became dangerously low.

"No, my Lord," Nott answered without hesitating.

"Hmm... no?" Voldemort asked.

"No, my Lord, absolutely not," Nott confirmed.

Nobody saw what was coming. The next thing they know is that Nott was on the ground, screaming loudly. Draco anf the other Death Eaters shivered involuntarily.