<div align="center"><em>Voldemort</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>The Dark Lord watched as a few more dark streaks of clouds descended on the graveyard. The lower ranks were arriving, so would be some late Marked Death Eaters, and then the Loyalists would start to appear as the word spread. This would be a night that not only the Wizarding World remembered, but that the Muggles would as well. A whole village of Muggles would be found in disarray, many would likely be dead. He intended on taking down Riddle House himself. To destroy any history of his Muggle father with his own two hands. Just as he'd killed his filthy Muggle father and Grandparents so many years ago...though most were under the impression that Morphin Gaunt had been the killer. Voldemort's own Wizard uncle. Not that he would consider such a scum family even with wizard blood in them.<br/><br/>He watched, silently, as Rosier made his way off. That boy was just like his father. Cold, cruel, and fueled by lust. He'd never understood the emotion of lust. Rutting around like an animal was no way for a wizard to act, but so many liked doing it. He could hardly punish them for having lesser urges. So long as they didn't procreate with Muggles or other Species (such as Giants, vampires, and Veela), he could forgive them for lust.<br/><br/>Speaking of lust, Bellatrix came forth. Bowing deeply at his feet. The woman was strange. She obviously had little to no love for her husband. Voldemort could respect that. At least she was willing to marry for the sake of possibly one day baring a pure-blood child. Still, the look in her eyes and the tone of her voice when she came before him was a little unnerving. She was his most loyal servant. He could clearly remember the night he'd given her the Dark Mark. Most screamed or cried a little at the pain of it being burned into their skin, then scurried off to clean the wound. No. Bellatrix did none of that. She bore her arm to him more than willingly and shrieked with joy when the mark was burned into her flesh. He vividly remembered her pink tongue lapping up the blood that seeped from her wound as if trying to keep every pure drop of her own blood within herself. His feelings for Bella were about as close as he could get to feeling 'affection'. No love or lust for the woman, but he would certainly avenge her death should someone take her life. Not many others would have the same attention from him.<br/><br/>Hearing information that a Muggle of all people was talking in such a way about him was almost rage inducing. Not many of the Muggle world knew his name, yet, but many in the government section of the Muggle world surely did. No. This would not due at all. That woman needed to be punished. And, of course, who better to do it than Bella?<br/><br/>Bellatrix was so loyal that he was willing to reward her, "Bring the wretch here. We will kill her together," that was the biggest honor he could really give and Bella was one of the few that would be given such a treat, "Why waste a night of celebration hunting down a pathetic Muggle and not be able to enjoy it? Bring her here. We'll show her why Magic is Might."<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Bastien Bagnold</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>Little Hangleton was no place for a man like Bastien Bagnold. If anyone were to see him here, they would surely report it and that would be the end of his mother's career. Not only that, but he would likely end up in Azkaban. Azkaban was also no place for a man like Bastien. He was high society. Born and raised to be 'stuck up'.  No one that knew him would imagine him running around a small, dirty place like Little Hangleton. It was simply out of the question.<br/><br/>That's why he was wrapped up in a cloak with a simple, black mask over his face. Nothing as beautiful or intricate as the Death Eater masks, but enough to hide his identity. The only reason he was even here was to see if the rumors already flying around were true. Having family so high up in the ministry gave him access to information before even his mother knew about it. The rumor was that a wizarding family in Godric's Hollow had been attacked. It didn't take long for the family to be confirmed as the Potters. The very ones he knew the Dark Lord had been after. The father and child had been reported as dead. The mother had been stupified and was being held at St. Mungos for recovery.<br/><br/>He'd been told, only through his messengers, that Little Hangleton was to be the meeting place if things like this happened. Not being a Death Eater, he was not privileged enough for a Mark or even being mentally called. Bastien was sure others would come, but only when word of the Potter's death got out.<br/><br/>Wand out, he walked along the village streets silently. He saw a house go up in flames and knew that it had to be one of the Death Eaters. They were here. That meant it was true. The Dark Lord had been victorious. While Bastien wasn't much interested in having blood on his hands, he did want to revel in the celebration. Soon he wouldn't have to hide his loyalty anymore. Soon Voldemort would be in complete control and he wouldn't have to hide behind messengers anymore.<br/><br/>Bastien hid as he saw someone coming down from the graveyard. It was Evan Rosier. The man pointed his wand at a house door and blew it open. Idiot. Alerting the whole village with such noise. Hopefully, some of the others had a little more common sense than that. He waited till the dark haired wizard passed him by before slipping back out into the streets. While he didn't believe in such theatrics as Rosier did, he couldn't help himself from having a little fun while hidden behind his mask and cloak. Raising his wand, he aimed at a Muggle who had appeared out of the house Rosier had blown open, "<em>Imperio</em>," he called out. The Muggle's body went a little limp, "Go back inside and go to sleep," the Muggle did as he was told. At least that would save them some time for Rosier's over excited behavior.