it was a dark, rainy night and Lord Voldemort was sitting in a chair in the Malfoy Manor. He held his wand in his hands and sighed as he looked at the white wooden stick, which holds so much power, yet not enough to kill Harry Potter. “How am I supposed to kill him with this….?” lord Voldemort was slowly getting frustrated as he had no Idea how to win over the other side. He rubbed his head and looked up as he heard the door creak and you step in. “What?” He asked in his usual cold tone.