Mister Weasley, it would seem we have some unfinished business to attend to. Namely, my making good on my promise of what would occur should you tamper in my affairs.
I AM GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR HUMAN FLESH. AS SOON AS I GET WITHIN HEXING DISTANCE I AM GOING TO SHOW YOU PRECISELY WHY I WAS SO HONORED AS TO SIT AT THE RIGHT HAND OF THE DARK LORD HIMSELF!!!!
I wonder, have you even the nerve to respond to this, or has your backbone ceased to exist without your precious Potter at your side?