The Day Harry Potter Died at My Hands

I teleported to where Voldemort was.
“What do you want?” I asked
“Where have you been!?” Voldemort hissed at me.
“Oohh wouldn’t you like to know” I said laughing.
“Well it doesn’t matter, I have another mission for you, are you up for it?” He asked
“Sure” I replied. “But make sure its good”
“O you’ll love this, you know that Potters child is coming to Hogwarts, right?” He asked
“Yes I just don’t know the rest.” I said
“Okay well here it is, his name is James, ironic isn’t it, and he’s coming for his first year and I want you to kill him and not in his bed like you did to Potter, I want everyone to see how you kill him, but make sure no one knows who you are and that you make it quick and painful so they don’t get the chance to kill you.” He explained
“So soon?” I questioned.
“Yes, because if he lives to long he’ll learn the truth and become even stronger than Potter and kill us all, I want him out of the picture.” He hisses.
“Alright as you wish...” I said
I bowed sarcastically and teleported back to Hogwarts laughing.
Now to plan James Potter Weasley’s death…