Author's Note: This is a slightly different take on what happens after the Great Battle. Enjoy!
PROLOGUE
"Well done".
Two short words. The only compliment Augustus Rookwood received from his dead master.
He collapsed, shaking. Necromancy had always been hard for him. After the battle, it was almost impossible.
"Well? Are you going to tell us what happened?"
The woman who spoke drew her hood tighter over her face, but her dark eyes were visible still.
"Patience, Bellatrix", said the man next to her.
"I need to know fast, Rodolphus. I cannot wait long."
Her eyes scanned the dungeon as she spoke.
"Silence!" rasped Rookwood. "I know what we have to do. The Dark Lord is as clever in death as in life-was, actually."
"He passed?" asked another man. His sharp nose was prominent on his dark face.
"Oh, yes. Most spirits last for one conversation. The Dark Lord stayed for two."
"Tell us what we have to do!"
Bellatrix's impatient snap was agreed to by most of the other dozen-odd people in the dark room.
"Very well. It is this- you remember that I killed a Weasley in the Battle? He has a twin? The Dark Lord knows what we can do with this twin- but it will be difficult to accomplish."
He coughed and continued."But not impossible. So here is what we have to do…."
As the eager murmurs got louder, nobody noticed the pale blond woman inhale sharply.
'I have to warn them!' was the only thought on her mind.