Voldemort had spent the past few days in seclusion, learning his secrets, expanding his powers, and putting the final touches on the new Dark Mark. He had returned to Lestrange Manor an hour ago. He was quite surprised when Bellatrix had alerted him to Jacob's residence.
"You have failed me, Selwynn," his eyes burned red with ferocity. "Your mistake has cost me the way to James Potter."
He uncurled his hand to show a vial of emerald liquid. "This is the Draught of Despair. Have you heard of it?"