A cloaked figure walked inside the House of Slytherin, with every step they took leaving a foot print in the dust. The house had been abandoned since before they could remember. The figure had only been in this house one other when they received their mark. The mark of the Devil's Serpent.

The figure continued up the marble staircase. At the top of the stairs were two hallways. The figure chose the right hallway. They passed two sets of huge oak double doors and stopped at the last set. The figure pushed open the right door and walked into the room.

In the middle of the room sat a chair, more of a throne. The room was lived in. Dust didn't have time to settle anywhere. The figure moved closer to the chair. Seven other figures apparated into the room. Then the room got ice cold. The figure could see their breathe. A man, no not a man anymore, a creature appeared in the chair.

"I will call a meeting tonight. My followers who are not in this room right now are attacking Hogwarts. Dumbledore will fall tonight."

"Yes my lord." The figure spoke in a shrill voice. The figure apparated out of the room.

"Make sure this goes as planned, Bella." The creature in the chair hissed to his left and apparated out of the room as well.