Chapter 1- Voldemort's back, and he brought some friends...
A man covered in a black robe walked acrossed the gravel
alley. He was admiring the peacocks when the small sound
of rocks moving alerted him to another's presence. "Ah,
Yaxley, you've come back? I don't know whether the dark
lord will be happy with you, then again you have returned,
so he will be", muttered the stranger to Yaxley. "Funny
Draco, when you couldn't even kill anybody, it's a riot,
but have you heard?" The two continued until they reached
a beautiful, nut old dust covered door. Draco drew his
wand and waved it. The door opened.
They marched down the corridor, and saw the mansion had
refurnished with new items. A painting of a map portrayed
a land surrounded by mountains, except a small passage in
north. Another of a man in flames, with a really long katana,
and this is what caught most interest of the two, a tattered
flag with a bunch of black lines, and a blimp labeled the
Graf Zeppelin 2. They reached a shining oak door, and opened
it. They headed into the room and took a seat where they were
directed by a man in a black cloak, and red eyes.
"Welcome back my fellow death eaters, under normal
circumstances I would torture you, but as you two have returned
and brought new recruits with you, that will be forgiven today"
sighed Lord Voldemort as he looked to the person on his right,
a man with flowing silver hair an inch from the ground. " As you
are the last to arrive, may we get to business. Lt. Van Winlke,
the door will you please. Lientenant Rip Van Winlke shut the door
and resumed her seat.
"Good, now these 3 are our new allies you my followers do not know, let me introduce them. The fat one at the end of the table goes by the Major, and he will be leading a direct campaign against the Muggles of London, and the surrounding areas until they have gone crazy, then the Ministry will be in chaos, and the Order of the pheonix." Lord Voldemort took a sip of the elf made wine in front of him, and then continued. "This fellow in the armour goes by Ganondorf, and he will be leading his armies against the people in America, until we have the support we need, and making sure our allie's enemies do not combine their forces. The last one, the one on my right is Sephiroth, the newly made Minister of Magic for Russia, he obtained the post by killing the former,and he will make sure the Asian magical population do not give their support to Europe."
The table of men just looked around at each other, smirks on thier faces, until Draco turned his head to Voldemort. "Yes, it's very good, but what about your forces my lord?" Voldemort took another sip of wine and then he replied. "We will take the Ministry here, and destroy the Order, and Harry Potter. First though we need to try a rather more formal method, offer the Ministry to join us, or face the consequences. He laughed and then regained his usual posture. "Very well, we will meet in one year, stick to letters until then, good day gentlemen. The men rose and left only the death eaters in the room.
Voldemort silenty counted his loyal death eaters. He thought to himslef 56 should be more than enough, along with his allies and their armies, and his own. "Now a few of you will set up Headquarters at the secret location we discussed earlier, some of you will recruit more followers, some of you will contact our old ones, and the rest of you will work quietly and undectably against the Ministry, and the Order. Move out, and conquer!" They all looked happy, as they should considering their chances of success.