Gazes , they were all on him. A collective gasps came like wind of whispers on the cold air the moment he , Lancelot , stepped out from the crowd. Going into the arm of the Dark Lord , while Voldemort was petting him like he's a puppy ; Lancelot looked dead. His eyes held the abyss , yet he smiles.

"My lord. I did as you command , I know where 'it' is."

He said , low in tones as Voldemort lets out a booming laugh , pricking at each of everyone's ears.

"How fascinating. Was it through , that , little one there..? The poor girl looks like she's ripped out from the inside , Nagini would've loved her."

His words were like needle stings , stabbing your heart that bursts , turning into a hollow cocoon. You glared into Lancelot , meeting his gaze , which was out of the world. His voice dropped low , eyes one of a frozen heart.

"......yes , you were right. It all , works well."

Little did you know , it wasn't just a trick to your eyes. It was everyone that got tricked. Even the Dark Lord himself. Lancelot is playing a game , a dangerous game of Hickory Dickory.

"Then , finish her , boy. Before she does you."

Lancelot swished his wand out , casting a spell , shooting straight to you , with a flash.

"Oh , Hickory , Dickory , Dock. The Mouse ran up the clock. The clock strikes one , the Mouse ran down. Hickory , Dickory , Dock."