Scotland, Voldemort's lair.
The old house, abandoned for more than a decade, had finally received some simple repairs not long ago and welcomed back its master.
At that moment, in the dim hall, Voldemort sat in a dark velvet chair at the head of the table. He looked over the Death Eaters gathered before the long table, his gaze eventually settling on one of them. In a hoarse voice, he asked, "Yaxley, is there any news of our old friend?"
"Master, Karkaroff did not dare return to Durmstrang. That traitor is hiding in fear. I found the last person who saw him, but by the time I got there, Karkaroff had already left. Finding him will likely take more time."
After being named by Voldemort, the Death Eater called Yaxley trembled slightly. Keeping his head lowered, he respectfully reported the latest news to the Dark Lord.
"Find Karkaroff. I will go and execute that traitor myself. No one can remain alive after betraying Voldemort."
The cold killing intent in Voldemort's scarlet eyes made every Death Eater present shudder.
It was a warning!
They all knew Karkaroff was doomed. No matter where he hid, he was doomed.
"Some of our loyal friends are still imprisoned in Azkaban," Voldemort said softly. "I imagine they can hardly wait to leave that damned prison and return to our great cause."
"Master, do you intend to attack Azkaban and free those being held—" Malfoy had not finished speaking before Voldemort raised a pale hand and cut him off.
Malfoy immediately fell silent.
"The Dementors must come over to our side. Persuading them will not be difficult." Voldemort surveyed his friends—perhaps "servants" would have been more fitting. "Who will persuade the Dementors? Of course, not now. Before we have regained our strength, we cannot reveal ourselves