Disclaimer: As will come a surprise to no one, all Harry Potter related characters throughout this story belong to JK Rowling.
Prologue
It was a clear night when Oleander Branstone visited the Little Hangleton Graveyard, where the gravestones of the dearly departed Riddles remained present. That day marked two months since the aforementioned "Battle of Hogwarts" came to pass, and already, the Wizarding World was changing. Kingsley Shacklebolt was made the New Minister of Magic, and he had announced to the public his plan to reform the Ministry and start fresh and rumor had it that the "Golden Trio" were to take part in the reform. Once more, the Wizarding World was at peace, or so the Wizarding World wanted to believe.
As Oleander stopped in front of the infamous gravestones, He repeatedly let out a "tsk" sound and looked up at the night sky. "Voldy, Voldy, Voldy," he said. "blinded by your own fear of death to think rationally." He then crossed his arms. "I'll give you credit, though. You managed longer than I thought. If only you didn't waste all that energy trying to kill a boy."
He listened as the wind brushed up against the dead trees. From behind, he could hear the cracking of leaves. someone drew near.
"It's about time you showed up." Oleander said. He turned around to see his partner, Thomas McTavish emerge from the darkness. "Did you retrieve it?"
"Indeed I did," Thomas responded in his thick Scottish accent. He pulled out a dark, diamond shaped stone and handed it to Oleander. It was the resurrection stone. "Had to pull this out of the mud. Something stepped on it.
"Well, at least it was still there." Oleander told him. "I'd hate to let it go to waste."
"Ay," Thomas answered. "So, what are we going to do with it? Bring someone back from the dead?"
Oleander chuckled. "Now wouldn't that be a treat? No, this little pebble doesn't work that way, I'm afraid. It only temporarily brings a loved one's spirit back. nothing more."
"Then what's the use of it?" asked Thomas. "That thing's worthless if that's all it does."
"On the contrary, it's not worthless at all." Oleander answered, fiddling around with the stone. "A puzzle piece is always worthless on it's own, but bring together the other pieces, and it's worth something."
"You don't mean the Deathly Hallows, do you?" Thomas said. Oleander simply nodded. "Where the hell would we begin looking for that? I mean, the invisibility cloak could be anywhere. And Merlin knows what Potter did with the Elder Wand."
"In due time, Thomas," Oleander answered. "And until that time, we shall rebuild; gather more followers for this cause Voldemort had started." Oleander placed the stone in his cloak pocket. "Then when our numbers are abundent, we will strike." As he said this, he gave Thomas a wide grin. The Battle of Hogwarts marked a new age for Wizards. And along with it would come a new age of Death Eaters. Oleander would make sure of that.
a/n: There's the Prologue. I hope to put chapter one up soon. Hope you enjoy, and remember to review. :)