Voldemort stood at the edge of the forest. He twirled his wand between his fingers,Nagini around his shoulders. Tonight was the night. He was already in control of the Ministry all he needed was Dumbledore dead. The Dark Lord was waiting for his followers. He was fine alone but needed a distraction. Pettigrew was the only one here at the time. "Give me your arm Wormtail."he said holding out his hand.
"Yes my lord."Wormtail said pulling up his left sleeve.
Voldemort took his wand and touched the graying mark turning it black and making it move. He looked towards the sky seeing his followers fly down upon him like bats.