Cassius’ tall, muscular body flickered on and off, visible and invisible. “My lord, your defeat has been great, but-” he was cut off by Xavin, “BUT?!? Don’t tell me, I already know.” Cassius backed off, confused at his master’s statement.

“Half way across the world, James Potter is probably asleep, tucked into his bed at Hogwarts,” Xavin explained to himself, “How sad he’ll be when he discovers that both of his parents are dead. Tsk tsk tsk.” Xavin inhaled deeply.

“Little does he know, he is the only one who has the ability to defeat me. Harry gave him that, and that is why I could kill Harry so easily. But right now, James has little power. That is the mistake Volemort made, he came at Potter when it was to late.”

“Then what is your plan?” Cassius questioned his master.

“I want you to kill him.” Xavin snarled, his black tongue flicking around his mouth.

“Leave now, and be quick about it. The young James Potter is just a trivial matter.” Xavin said as he turned to his other commander, Facaro.*