~ Prologue ~

_Deadly Goals _

The woods were silent but for the crickets and the quiet scurrying of the small critters on the forest floor, they were frightened, running from something that was horrible and awe inspiring at the same time. The man moved through the woods, His steps were so graceful that he almost seemed to be gliding along the forest floor. He wore a long, black, hooded cloak with the hood up; it was a large hood, hiding his face from view. He wore loose hakama style pants with a sash, both were black; his feet were bare and smooth. His skin was incredibly pale, as though it had never known sunlight.

The man came to a stop in a small clearing, at the other end was another man, this one wore simple casual clothes, blue jeans and a black t-shirt, his skin was pale, but not so pale as the first man, his hair was light brown and shoulder length, his eyes were red and wild looking. The second man smiled pleasantly as he saw the cloaked man enter the clearing. "You took your time," the second man said teasingly, he was still smiling. the cloaked man stepped closer, "You would do well to remember that you serve me, not the other way around, now where are the others, you promised recruits," the cloaked man's voice was cold and soft, yet it lashed out like a whip. The second man flinched slightly and then smiled again, "Never fear my lord, they are on their way now, they should be joining us in a moment or two," as if on cue, a number of loud popping sounds filled the clearing, like a series of gun shots, around the clearing, a large group of men and women had appeared, all of them wearing outfits that were identical to the cloaked man's, except that their hoods were down.

The cloaked man nodded approvingly as he looked them all over, "Very good," he glanced at the second man again, "You have done well Markus, you may go now," the man called Markus nodded and bowed, "Then I take my leave, my lord," he turned on the spot and was gone with a loud pop. The cloaked man looked over at the men and women gathered in front of him, "Hello recruits and welcome, I am your leader, your lord and master, now then, we have two simple goals," the group stirred restlessly, "Those goals are, to conquer the world, both wizarding and muggle alike," he pulled his hood off; the crowd gasped at the sight of his face, "And the second, is to kill the one who murdered my father, to kill the one known as Harry Potter!"