Hey Guys! For all those of you who've read other fics of mine and liked them, I graduate on the 21st baring rain and will be able to update again about a week after that - which gives me enough time to work on new chapters. For those of you've never read any of my fics... that doesn't apply to you unless you decide to go and read them.

Now, I was going through stuff for school and I found beginnings to stories that I couldn't get to take off in my mind so I decided why not post them and see if anyone wants to take them over. Warning: these will be just beginnings of stories with no other requirements and such besides asking me BEFORE you start and that you tell me where to find your version of it so that I can read it.

Thanks! Now onto the first one which I called 'Riddle of Revenge' though I think it sounds rather cliché...

Drip. Drip. Drip. So dark… The overwhelming smell of mold, mildew, rotten eggs… The only faint light came from the luminescent crystals hanging warily from the ceiling of the cave… the bioluminescent gleam of the red eyes of the person sitting on an obsidian throne on the far side of the giant cavern.

"My lady…" a man dressed entirely in black with a white mask on his face bowed before the throne, flanked on either side by four men wearing the same exact outfit.

"Luciusss… What newsss you have me from the world above?" the slightly hissed soprano rang throughout the dank cavern, causing those before the figure to shiver in fear.

"Well, my Lady…" Lucius hesitated, "your brother has been defeated by one Harry Potter…"

"Oh really… And I find this interesting how?" the voice was becoming more displeased by the second.

"I… I do not know, my Lady."

"What do I care that my insufferable twin was taken out by a whelp nearly a third his age? He'd long forgotten our goal and instead decided to walk the path cursed to fail by all who walk it. Not even Nicolas Flamel is truly immortal yet my brother wished to defy those you should never trifle with; my brother was a moron who wouldn't tell one side of a wand from the other. Leave me!"

Without being told twice, the five black clad Death Eaters fled the scene where they'd had to tell of their greatest failure to one such as She. They'd be happy if they never had to step foot in Her presence ever again but alas that wish would have to remain just that… a measly wish…

Once they were gone, the figure addressed the man dressed in shadows that stood unnoticed behind her glorious throne. "What do you think, Loke? Should we avenge my foolish little brother?"

"My Queen, you know what I'd say even without askance," an effeminate but unmistakably male voice came from the shadowed man. He stepped forward into what little light there was and on his face you could see a tattoo, which looked to be in some sort of ancient demonic language, covering the entire right side of his face. His hair was an unnatural white color for someone who appeared to be in his late teens, early twenties, and his eyes… eyes that held no pupils were a cold icy blue that looked able to freeze anything in its place.

"You are right, my dear Loke… I didn't really have to ask you, for you are way too blood thirsty a person to not want to do anything that could give you sacrifice. Then, despite my hesitance's, we shall avenge that sorry excuse for a brother. Alert the guards: Harry Potter and his Order are the next prey to fall…"

And there it is! Review or PM me if you want to take this over and wait for me to reply before even thinking it. You can even review just to tell me whether or not you liked the beginning of the story - my Dad says I'm great at beginnings but suck at middles and endings so let me know if you agree with him.

Thanks!

Mercy