The group was in a circle surrounding their leader. Their faces were covered up with silver masks except for the younger newer loyal servants of the Dark Lord. These included Pansy, Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and many other numerous Slytherins and some power-seeking Gryffindors that would eventually leave in cowardice. The Gryffindors never lasted. They were too good.
Their leader stood in the middle holding a wand embroidered with snakes. His voice came out in hisses as he told his followers what needed to be done.
"What the great Dumbledore doesn't realize is that I made another. Another vessel, so to speak, for my anger, my hatred, my legacy. When I became a youth again, I sensed there was one person in my midst that had the potential to be great. Greater than all of you." At this many of the Death Eaters blanched under their masks. They didn't need any young newcomer to outshine them. They had been loyal for years, and nothing would change that.
Only one person spoke up and asked who would be this lucky fortunate soul.
He gave a quiet spine-tingling laugh as he told them. "Lucius may I borrow your son?" he asked. The answer was obvious. So obvious it didn't even need to be said.
""Draco, you are to find, and woo this girl. Show her the joys of danger. Dark danger. Dark power. And dark magic. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Master. May I ask who it is?" he said fairly certain it was just a Slytherin, who was the child of a Death Eater, but hadn't joined her parents.
"Ginerva Weasley." An audible gasp was heard rippling around the room.
"A Weasley?" Lucius scoffed, and a split second later he realized his mistake. Nobody undermined Voldemort if they valued their life. Thankfully Voldemort was in a forgiving mood today.
"She has the potential to be great. Very powerful magic lurks deep inside her. All your job is to make sure its unleashed in a very dark way. Her magic is pure, if it were not I would probably not hesitate. That's how severe this is. Understood?"
"Yes."
"Yes what, Draco?"
"Yes, My Lord."