Lord Voldemort paced around his study inside one of the death eaters homes. How fortunate for him that one of his loyal followers were willing to spare their home for his cause, and he only needed to threaten his entire family to obtain it.
Sixteen years. Sixteen years of tracking down that damn Potter and he, miraculously, was still alive. "No matter." He muttered to himself, watching his snake slither around his feet, "He shall not live to see past this year. He no longer has his saviour to protect him, thanks to Severus."
This year would be different. As of the moment he had three of his followers working inside the school, unfortunately, one of whom had already proven himself as being incapable of following through with a single instruction. He started to formulate his new plan of attack - Potter will die, and after him, so will every single one of his pathetic followers who believed in him.