Hello everybody, we are Katt and Mimi and this is just the beginning of our marvelous story! It is not our first fan fiction in general, but it is our first dip in the world of Harry Potter fan fiction. So, of course, ANY form of reviews are welcome. We are writing this not only for our own satisfaction, but also for the enjoyment of you, the readers.
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Without further adieu...
Part I. The New E.V.I.L.
A tall, mysterious man hidden in a black cloak glided through the woods, stopping every once and a while to occasionally glance over his shoulder. While his robes were dark, his skin was pale enough that it looked almost completely white. He had no beard or markings on his face, or anywhere else on his body. He walked with a sense of command and supremacy. He kept a slender, polished stick out in front of him. He held it like a murderer would hold a knife.
He continued his way through the forest, and then stopped abruptly. He jerked his head to the right of his body, and a jet of green light came rushing out of the stick. All of the animals in the area fled at the sight of the light. The man mumbled, "Just a rabbit." He however, did not continue to walk. He peered through the trees, and muttered lazily, "Expelliarmus". Another shiny stick shot up in the air, and the cloaked man caught it in his other hand. "You vill have to do better than that, Carrow."
"Sir, I only wish to serve—"
"Serff me? You are only a child! You are not efen of age!" He replied, spitting on the younger cloaked man.
"I am your most dedicated servant, Sir! Age does not matter! We discussed and agreed that I will be useful when I am in Hogwarts!"
"Yes, but you are of no use to me now! You haff the trace on you!" he snapped, throwing the extra wand he had caught aside. "Pick it up!" He spat.
"Yes, Sir", the other man mumbled. He walked slowly to the stick that was now on the forest floor, while the other man said,
"Oh, vell that von't do. I said, PICK IT UP!" He roared. "You are vasting my time! IMPERIO!"
The other man snapped up straight, and then sprinted to the wand. He stiffly bent over and picked it up, then ran back to the other man.
"Good, very good", the man replied slyly. "Now, let's haff a little fun, shall ve? CRUCIO!" The younger man instantly fell to the floor twitching, screaming in pain.
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" The taller man said, flicking his stick. The man on the floor was silenced by an invisible gag. "Get up", he snarled. The man on the ground, however, remained lying there, very still. "GET UP! IMPERIO!" The man other man got up and walked to the first man. He stood there, as if waiting for instructions. "You vill go home, and tell anyone who asks that you ver out for a bit of fresh air", the taller man snapped. "You vill forget vat happened this night, and you vill not attempt to contact me until you are in school, and only using our vays of contacting each other. Do you understand?" The man nodded, and they parted as he started to walk out of the forest.
The remaining man walked for another half of an hour until he reached a clearing. Massive webs hung all around the trees in this area, and it looked as if it had once been the center of a gathering. Tilting his head back, he stared up at the sky, which was pitch black and sprinkled with stars. The hood of his robe slipped off while he was doing so, and he hastened to pull it back over his head. The man returned his gaze to the opening, and muttered a few words while circling the open space. Something caught his eye, and he ran to the ground, some six feet from where he was standing. He fell to his knees and pointed his stick at the ground. With another flash of light, the dirt around the area cleared, forming a small hole. The man reached into the hole and pulled out a black rock about the size of a quarter. He kissed the stone and stood up, walking to the center of the clearing. Three times he turned the stone over in his hand, and on the third time a figure, neither solid nor transparent, emerged from the crack in the stone. It stood in front of the man, and spoke,
"Who wishes to speak to Lord Voldemort? Declare yourself!" The figure, Lord Voldemort, who had emerged from the rock walked briskly back and forth in a straight line. When no answer came, he shouted, "DECLARE YOURSELF!" If there were any more animals in the area, they would have all fled by now.
Voldemort looked as if he had once been handsome, but his beautiful features had been melted, distorting his face. His eyes were reduced to slits, and instead of them being brown, green or blue, they were red. Not any red, blood red. It was a color only procured by murder.
"My name is Eaudulf, my Lord. Eaudulf Vladimir Iagan Lauver."
Voldemort looked up into the man's face, curious. The man quickly looked down to his feet. Voldemort paused in his walking for a second, then continued and asked, "Who are you descended from? Lestrange? Avery? Carrow? Dare I say, Malfoy?" His lips twitched into a smile, but a very sinister one.
"No, my Lord. I vos not a Death Eater. If I vos, my Lord, I'd be in Azkaban."
"You speak of my followers as if they are finished, no more. Is this true?" On the last word, Voldemort whipped around, and rushed up to Eaudulf with a tone of fear and anger in his voice. . "Eaudulf, is this true? Are they gone?"
"My Lord, it is hard to say—"
"LIES!" he screamed, and his features became even more hideous. "DO NOT LIE TO LORD VOLDEMORT!" He seemed to me searching his pockets, as if looking for a stick similar to Eaudulf's. "My wand…" He muttered. "WHERE IS MY WAND!?" He shouted, and his eyes flashed red.
"My Lord, I am sorry my Lord, but as you are not truly alive, I do not think you vill be able to… practice magic." Eaudulf said this quickly, and then rushed to say, "But that is vy I am here, my Lord. I seek your guidance, your visdom of the Dark Arts, to continue your goals. I vish to purify the vizarding community. I haff already rounded up followers who are villing to help. Ve vish to finish the great task you haff not completed."
Voldemort did not speak for a moment, as if to ponder Eaudulf's proposal. In a few minutes, Voldemort replied, "Very well. You are very faithful, Eaudulf, and I can sense the greatness you will achieve. Have you branded your followers with the Dark Mark?"
"My Lord, ve decided against branding The Mark, because ve thought, my Lord, that…. that vos how many of your followers had been caught—"
"Do you suggest that Lord Voldemort's ways were foolish?" He said, starting out slowly. "Do you think that my mind is simple?" "YOU DARE DEFY THE MOST POWERFUL WIZARD EVER?!" He yelled madly, screaming up to the heavens.
Something seemed to snap in Eaudulf's brain, because at that moment, he looked up into Voldemort's eyes and said very slowly, yet strongly, "If you vere the most powerful vizard ever, they vy vere you murdered? Murdered, in fact, by a seffenteen year-old?"
Voldemort stared at him curiously, and then questioned, "So, what are you planning to use to replace The Dark Mark?"
"My Lord, ve use rings", Eaudulf replied, thrusting his hand forward, showing Voldemort the gold ring on his hand.
"How do they work?" He asked curiously, peering down at the piece of jewelry.
"Vell, my Lord, they appear to be class rings, but they are engrafed. On the inside of each ring, it says "Foreffer Pure."
"And what is the point of that?" sneered Voldemort. "What will a motto do to further your goals?"
"I vos not finished, My Lord." Replied Eaudulf, removing his ring. "The script inside can change ven myself or others vish to send messages to the rest of the group. The ring-vearers vill feel a burning sensation on their finger, alerting them to the incoming message."
"That is all very well and good, but you must remember the disloyal members you are sure to encounter." Said Voldemort coolly.
"The Dark Mark can never be erased; it lives forever on the member's arm. Your ring, I am afraid, can be easily removed."
"Ah, but I am not so easily effaded." Answered Eaudulf smugly. "If von removes the ring, permanently, that is, and has no intention to effer replace it, the messages vill continue to be vritten into the flesh of vhere the ring once vos. My followers, of course, are not avare of this."
Voldemort squinted his eyes at the gold ring in Eaudulf's hand. "I'm afraid I have underestimated you, Eaudulf. You would have been an excellent Death Eater."
"Ah, my Lord, but if I vere a Death Eater, I vould not be here right now", he replied smugly. "Now, my Lord, are you not curious as to vot the black stone on the ring does?"
