A/N - For some reason I can't let this story lie. Here's the next chapter.

Dinner that night was silent, as it had been ever night since Hermione could remember. Now they had Mommy sitting in a large black chair like Daddy's at the other end of the long table.

"Tom," said Mommy. Daddy's head shot up. "This, this place. It's not exactly a suitable home for Harry, Hermione, Draco, and Ginny. I'm going to take them to a nice house in the hills tomorrow."

Voldemort's eyes flashed. "WHAT? These are the Heirs of the Founders Four! I won't let them out of my sight! They have to be trained and…"

"I know that." Said Venilsara. "It's not like I'm going to just give them over to the ministry! But look around! We're underground Tom. Totally unsuitable. We'll be moving tomorrow, that's that. I may be a woman but I'm Lady Venilsara, and wife to Lord Voldemort. I'm not some pretty little eye candy for your Death Eaters. They can still be trained but sensibly. You teach them whatever charm or hex pops into your mind whenever you want. I'll organize a nice little lesson plan for them. Get me in touch with the wife of the Death Eaters. You concentrate on taking over the world. We'll take care of the children."

And that was that. Dinner lapsed into silence again.

Petunia wept. She heard carts rolling over the roof of the underground dungeon she lay imprisoned in. Lily's semi familiar voice called out instructions to other women milling around.

"No Narcissa, that goes in that cart. That goes in this one. Molevia! No! I want that to stay."

The metal door to the room opened with a loud clang. Pale eyes shimmered at her.

"Hello Petunia."

"Voldemort." Hissed the woman. She thrust herself at the bars. "Come any closer and I'll kill you you bastard."

Voldemort paced back and force across the room in front of her. His robes swirled around his slippers causing dust to raise in small tufts.

"Tut tut, my dear, is that any way to speak to your brother in law?"

"You ugly son of a bitch are not my brother in law, or Lily's husband. James Potter is…"

"James Potter is dead!" snarled Voldemort. "I killed him as he tried to find his way here to rescue you. A pathetic foul worm, that is what I think of your precious Potter."

"James Potter is twice the wizard you are. Cornelius himself has triple your…"

"Ah yes, Fudge, I remember him. He went down with Potter. Stupid man, he threw himself at my feet, begging me for mercy. Well Voldemort does not give mercy."

"No. Voldemort slaughters young children in cold blood. Voldemort has half the world living in fear, with the other half in his pocket. Voldemort…" she paused "is afraid of Albus Dumbledore."

For a split second the bars wavered, then solidified.

"That is enough out of you." Voldemort said in a broiling, even voice. He spoke just as if he were about to teeter over the edge into an abyss of rage.

"You are. And everyone knows it. That trash bag Lucius knows it, Peter Pettigrew knew it, Severus Snape knows it," she leaned closer to the bars, "Even the Heirs know it."

Voldemort lashed out and struck the bars. His hands went straight through them, and struck Petunia against her cheek.

"That is enough out of you." Voldemort repeated, before sweeping out of the room.