Chapter One
The day Harry James Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the Golden Boy of the Wizarding World, finally died was the day the world turned black. It was when the clouds turned gray, the wind turned cold, and a familiar feeling fell over all who lived in the world, wizard and Muggle alike; it was a feeling they had felt fourteen years before, it was a feeling that they had hoped never to experience again. It was fear, true fear, pure fear. It was not the fear one felt when faced with heights, nor when one is about to find out their exam results; no, it was the type of fear only felt when faced with something that will no doubt and without hesitation lead to death. Only HE could give the wizards of the world that kind of feeling and though the Muggles didn't quite know of him yet, they would. Oh they would.
On that day the other fled; Harry Potter's allies either hid or gave themselves over to the man who killed him, both out of that fear. The weaker ones resigned themselves to the Dark Lord's service; they believed they had no other chance of life except by following his orders and hope never to become someone who could be the next target. The stronger ones, and there was a thin line between the weak and the strong, went into the shadows and hiding places; they hoped they would soon find a way to end the dark reign that was starting up once more after fourteen years, though the fear made them continue to doubt even that tiny hope. But they still hoped. Hogwarts, strong fortress Hogwarts, fell when Harry fell; the students choose just as Harry's allies had though many more had gone to the Dark Lord than tried their hand at defiance. Dumbledore and the teachers, in exception sadly to the Potions teacher Severus Snape, all choose the route of hiding; Snape went to the Dark Lord instead, showing his truest colors it seemed. And with the school's fall, with the savior's fall, with the disappearance of the Order that could have given light and the growth of the Death Eaters who would drown the world in darkness, all wizarding and muggle-kind came to feel that deep fear.
But that was weeks ago. The Dark Lord had taken his reign as ruler of all and the Death Eaters, both truly loyal and desperately toadying, were reaping the rewards of being his underlings. No more Muggleborns, no more halfbreeds (well except for a few notable examples though calling one of them such was most decidingly a no-no), and they had the power to rule as long as they still obeyed him; most were pleased with the new world orders. Others were simply feeling as if something was missing.
That night was the first large get-together for those in the inner circle since the day the Boy Who Lived died; held at Malfoy Manor, all of the Death Eaters who were actually truly loyal conversed about life, the wonders of the new world order, things only the power mad adults would care completely for.
Which was probably why one certain blonde Slytherin student was trying to make his way through the crowds and find his way away from all the talk. Not that Draco Malfoy really had a problem with the talk of pure blood supremacy and such; he had been brought up to believe in those things above all else after all and he saw no reason not to continue believing now that it had indeed been proven to be the right way. He simply wished to get away from the adults; there were so few who would really speak to him on an equal's level and he was getting tired of being spoken over by his father and his acquaintances, spoken down to when found alone, or fawned over when his mother located him. And he most definitely found no fun in speaking to his dimwitted "friends", read as lackeys really, Crabbe and Goyle; he was pleased when he managed to lose them early on in the evening while near the dining table. Merlin knew the best way to lose those gluttons was distraction by food.
Still as he wandered his own home, and in trying to escape he found he couldn't truly escape the adult Death Eaters; the inner circle was unfortunately rather large in actuality and he found them in all the rooms he tried except his own and his parents. He was glad they weren't in his room at the very least; he needed peace and quiet for once.
He closed the door and pulled on the tie he was forced to wear for this event, grimacing in the mirror as he finally got it off. Being able to breathe comfortably was also a good thing to him; leave it to his mother to attempt to make him look so presentable he almost suffocated. Draco understood she loved him but really, her tendencies would kill him one day he would swear to that. He threw his tie aside, along with the dress robe he was wearing as well (he seriously hated dress robes), not feeling up to upholding the trademark Malfoy uptightness when alone; who would be there to see him throw aside clothes messily? Who would care? No one, that's who.
The Slytherin sighed and flopped down on his bed, arms spread at his sides, eyes closed, relishing the peace he found when alone finally. Not quiet; he could still hear the murmurs of conversations outside his walls and door. It was like thousands of tiny, annoying voices picking at him and it was getting on his last nerves; he reached into his pants pocket, trying to grab his wand. Stupid wand, where are you? He thought to himself, searching his pockets over and over without sitting up or opening his eyes. He got a little annoyed after a few moments of nothing.
"Were you looking for this?" A familiar, and really quite annoying, voice spoke to him from the doorway and he sat up, looking over. Of all the Dark Wizards and Witches to come find him, it had to be her, didn't it? It had to be…
"Good evening Aunt Bellatrix," Draco said swallowing all other words he could have said. And there were many more words he could have said to the insane relative of his, his mother's psychotic sister and thus his psychotic aunt. Bellatrix Lestrange.
She smiled at him in that way of hers, the way a cat might smile at a rat; he knew she didn't really like him for whatever reason but still he was bothered she'd look so territorial, "You shouldn't leave your things laying around where someone might find it and break it."
The emphasis on "break" made Draco a bit uncomfortable; he got to his feet and walked up to her, nodding, "I know, I'll have to be more careful I suppose next time."
He held out his hand to take the wand and she snickered, her smile growing, "Right…next time."
She handed over the wand and Draco set it back in his pocket, wondering when he had lost track of it and where. He was sure he'd had it when he went to the library and found his mother talking to Severus Snape…
"Deep in thought?" Bellatrix's voice snapped him from his thoughts and he frowned a bit looking at her. He shook his head, "Sorry. Thank you for finding my wand, Aunt Bellatrix."
He turned to return to his bed, deciding to lie down for a while after everything but she spoke first, "You seem bored with our Lord's little party."
That was a dangerous statement coming from the obsessively loyal Bellatrix; Draco knew the wrong word could cost quite a bit, his father had taught him that much. He shrugged, "I'm not much for parties I suppose."
"Oh?" Bellatrix asked him.
Draco hoped at least that was the right thing to say; he couldn't take it back after all; he nodded, "There's nothing really for me to do."
The smile on her face, if he wasn't mistaken, seemed to get somehow more dangerous; he wasn't sure if he should be concerned or not, "Oh. Well then would you like to come with me then? Me and a few others are going to out for some…fun."
For reasons obvious to him (and anyone who knew the insane Bellatrix), that statement bothered him a bit. Who knew she'd be a pedophile? He chose not to judge without explanation, even if she might not give one, "Fun, Aunt Bellatrix?"
She of course didn't really give a straight answer; she just laughed a bit and turned to walk away, "Come along, I'll go ask dear Cissy if it's okay."
Somehow I'm not sure Mother will be quite okay with the idea of me going out and having "fun" with you and your friends, "dear" Aunt Bellatrix, he thought and of course kept to himself; he followed her out of the room. He knew it couldn't be much worse than the boredom of being the only relatively intelligent teenager at the party after all.
A few hours later, he was out of the manor and walking in a small village quite a few miles away from London, along with Bellatrix and a few other Death Eaters; he recognized of course Severus, he was his teacher after all, but there also was that Russian Antonin Dolohov, and Bellatrix's own husband Roldolphus. Not the most cheerful group, except Bellatrix but Draco's aunt was crazy and crazy people often found themselves much happier than everyone else around them. He wore the Death Eater's cloak, as did they, though he found he more wished to wear it tonight for warmth than purpose; it was very cold and he could see his breath with every one he took into the dark night sky.
He began to question what sort of fun they would be having when an old woman crossed their path, then it became more than evident; this was a Muggle woman. They were out "hunting", that was the fun Bellatrix had spoken of.
Before he could speak a word his aunt had taken out her wand and killed the woman, letting her scream before doing so if only so that the rest of the small village would hear, would be lured out. Stupid Muggles, so easily lured by the scream of a woman; that was why wizards and witches were superior though, that and because they had magic and the Muggles did not.
Within moments a scene had occurred; more people came out and each other fell to the wands of the group. Draco, already there and figuring he might as well, joined in though he did not kill; he used all the other spells and hexes he had in his arsenal that could cause pain and suffering but he left the deed of killing to the others. He could not bring himself to do that much; it was disgraceful he supposed but he didn't wish to do it.
Soon enough even witches and wizards, apparently also residents but more than likely just "filthy Mudbloods", appeared and a battle ensued; Draco found himself fighting a middle-aged woman with wild black hair, really she reminded him a bit of his aunt just not crazy. He beat her of course, hitting her with a Full Body-Bind Curse; he watched as his uncle Roldolphus actually finished the job and killed the woman. Draco went onto another opponent before seeing something out of the corner of his eye; the door opened to one of the houses and a boy walked out, wrapped in a blanket and coughing a bit. He looked to be about Draco's age too, just a teenager; unfortunately age didn't matter to the Death Eaters. Bellatrix smirked and pointed her wand at the boy, about to attack, about to kill. The words that would damn the other boy had almost left her lips when she got hit by something; there was blood…wait blood?
Bellatrix fell to the ground screaming, a large slash going up her wand arm. Her previous opponent stood holding a sword in her hands, blood dripping from the edge; her eyes, crimson eyes, strange eyes, were dangerous but Draco saw something in them, pain, sadness, anger, emotions. Words slipped out of this one's mouth as she sheathed the blade in a sheath on her back, "Don't touch my brother."
Severus and Antonin went to help her, Roldophus attacked the girl with the same killing curse his wife had meant to aim at the girl's brother but she withdrew her own wand and moved quickly out of the way of the stream of green light before striking him with a body-binding curse of her own. He fell too and Severus succeeded in getting Bellatrix to stop screaming and bleeding before he frowned, "The Dark Lord calls."
Bellatrix hissed, glaring at the siblings before her; the boy had came to his sister's side and now Draco could see they were actually twins, brother and sister with the same eyes and long black hair. The girl stared at them intensely, the boy simply frowned and coughed again. Bellatrix, enraged, yelled, "Bring them with us. We'll let the Dark Lord deal with them!"
Antonin nodded and grabbed the two by the arm, the girl mildly resisting, odd considering her previous anger; she stopped when her brother gave her a look. It was not the disapproving look Draco knew from his father when he use to speak of the Mudblood Hermione Granger, when he couldn't defeat Harry Potter at Quidditch, lots of times really. It was a warmer expression somehow.
Draco paid it no mind; allowing his aunt to grab his arm, rather harshly may he add, with her non-injured hand, they Apparated back to the manor, the place where Voldemort used as headquarters now. To the man himself.
He still didn't quite enjoy looking at him either; the Dark Lord was a creepy looking man, so serpentine in appearance it was nearly unconceivable not to think he was related to the great Salazar Slytherin himself. He sat in the library, seeming to have been waiting for them to begin with; he looked upon them and all of them but the three teenagers bowed in respect. Draco glanced at the twins; the girl clenched her fists but with another look from her brother she gave in and copied the adults, her brother bowing as well, still clenching his blankets. Draco himself bowed if not a bit stiffly; he knew his father feared and obeyed this man, he knew he had to show respect. It just bothered him a bit at times to do so.
"And who are these two children?" asked the Dark Lord himself, looking at the two who had been brought along.
"We found them while we were out," Severus explained, "The girl attacked Bellatrix-"
"She cut my arm open, my lord! Kill her! Better yet, tell me to kill her!" Bellatrix shrieked and stopped only when Voldemort gave her a cold look.
"I see," he spoke in that low slithery way of his, much like a serpent would; he stood and walked over, nearly glided really over the floor. He lifted the girl's head with the tip of his wand, seeming aware which of the two was the more dominant spirit and which was the weaker soul, "What is your name my child?"
The girl did not answer, biting her tongue; her eyes showed fire, defiance, and only proved to amuse a small chuckle from the Dark Lord.
"No need to be afraid, little one; I won't hurt you...if you answer me politely," he said to her.
"…Tsukkuyomi," she finally answered; her own voice was almost sweet but tomboyish, strongwilled, proud. But still had a sweetness to it, "Tsukkuyomi Kokuryuu."
"Kokuryuu," Voldemort repeated then looked to the boy, "Then the boy would be your brother, another Kokuryuu?"
"Akito," she answered for her brother.
"Kokuryuu doesn't sound like a pureblood name," scoffed Bellatrix, glaring at the two children; Draco could tell she was just begging for a reason to kill them both.
"No it's not," the Dark Lord told her, "Not in Britain at least. They're from that little Asian island nation of Japan if I remember correctly. How amusing…what are a little Japanese witch and wizard doing here in England?"
At that Tsukkuyomi bit her lip, hesitating for a moment before speaking, "We came to find out more about what's been happening here in Great Britain."
"Let's kill them," Bellatrix suggested once more, reaching for her wand, "Or torture them…"
Voldemort put out a hand to stop her, "No, we'll do neither…yet. If the girl and her brother wish to learn more, we should teach them of course. It's only right if we plan to win over more followers in other parts of the wizarding world."
Draco restrained a tiny smile as his aunt looked upset by Voldemort's words but, unable to go against him, put her wand away; he could have sworn he even saw the woman pout. He kept his amusement to himself though as the Dark Lord addressed him, "Young Malfoy, would you go fetch your mother and father for me? I think I'll have them take in these two curious children for me."
Draco blinked and looked to the two Kokuryuus; Tsukkuyomi stared back at him and their eyes met for a moment before he looked back to Voldemort. He nodded wordlessly and left the room, going out to find his parents. He wasn't sure why yet, but he felt uneasy; the two siblings made him feel uneasy.
Veneziano: Wow my first HP fanfic. Sorry been gone for so long, NaNoWriMo happened. And community college. And other stuff. Anyway here's the story, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Please review and tell what you think! ^x^ I hope I didn't make Draco too OOC...