"I know more than you think and the only reason why you think I'm lying is because I haven't given their memories back yet. Her screams will come with the night terrors and everything you thought was yours, I once shared." Rodolphus could not help but to grin. "Well not everything. I wouldn't stoop that low." James was reacting exactly how Rodolphus anticipated. He was fighting back and it was something Rodolphus actually admired. "Victims? Please, don't give them that honour. They were hostages. If they were my victims, they'd already be dead. They would have died that night we attacked you lot." He locked eyes with James, sharing the same grin.
"It was never going to last forever, James. I would eventually run out of ways to have you and your fucking dog and pup race around the world. You spent your fucking miserable life searching for them in countries far away when they had never stepped foot out of England. Its pathetic. Nevertheless, I am still here."
Rodolphus might have said too much in regards to the Dark Lord's plans but he did not give a shit anymore. It was over. Whether he was alive or dead back home, he did not care. He was not afraid of death. It would come and he accepted that. He was just fucking tired that the more he spoke the truth, the more everyone thought he was lying.
At the sound of an unfamiliar bark, Rodolphus whipped his head around at the sight of a rather large black dog. He had no time to reach for his wand before he felt the hot breath of a dog on the back of his leg.