Raid on Azkaban
His robes had been left somewhere out there in the forest. His visit to the croft had been successful, and he'd slaked many lusts this night. He assumes that, when the authorities find the family, ripped, torn, raped, eaten, they would be horribly baffled, but they may not call on the wizard detectives. It all depended on how much publicity the case got. He hopes it's not much, as he can't see that Voldemort will be particularly pleased at a high profile werewolf murder so close to his hideout.
He's excited about his tasks. Tracking Potter, hurting - raping Potter and getting Lucius out of prison. Good day.. Very good day. Then when he's suceeded, he can ask his Lord for help in finding his family.
Yawning, he staggers down the corridor in the early dawn and making his rooms, he collapses onto the bed with a sigh and is asleep almost before he manages to pull the covers over himself.
He's excited about his tasks. Tracking Potter, hurting - raping Potter and getting Lucius out of prison. Good day.. Very good day. Then when he's suceeded, he can ask his Lord for help in finding his family.
Yawning, he staggers down the corridor in the early dawn and making his rooms, he collapses onto the bed with a sigh and is asleep almost before he manages to pull the covers over himself.