"I've seen it all, I've seen it all, now.
I've seen it all, I've seen it all, now;
I swear to God, I've seen it all.
Nothing shocks me anymore, after tonight.
I've seen the light but not the kind I would have liked."
CHAPTER ONE: The New Agenda
"SILENCE!" shrieked Bellatrix, glaring around at all the muttering robed figures in the room. She smiled widely when the talking ceased and turned her focus toward the head of the long dining room table.
"My Lord" Bellatrix bowed.
There had been a lot of anxiety as to why the Dark Lord had called a meeting so soon after his defeat of the boy, Harry Potter. It was a month into his reign, and although there had been a few conferences since his victory, most of them had been planned with owl invitations. To their amazement, this gathering had been demanded in the dead of night; with their arms burning. Almost as if they were all in hiding again.
"Yesss." He drawled softly bringing himself to a standing position.
"It has come to my attention that our blood sources are soon to be depleted. Our pure blood families have become entangled within each other trees for far longer than one would ever wish." Voldemort paused, looking at each wizard in turn before resting his gaze on Lucius Malfoy.
Voldemort delighted in how uneasy he made Lucius. It was obvious that his loyalty was as fickle as a dandelion and that the only reason he had joined ranks was to secure his hand in marriage. Voldemort had his plans set, though. As soon as the time was right, the head of the Malfoys would be no more.
The room was quiet, a dim light emitting from the dying fire behind the Dark Lord's figure. His form casting a shadow that danced across the faces of his followers.
"As you are all aware, my focus has been to ensure a strong future. A strong future demands strong wizards, and strong wizards come from strong blood."
Bellatrix raised her head high, her smile proud.
"I will no longer accept the recycling of old blood."
He paused to let his words sink in. A few Death Eaters looked to each other for answers.
"My Lord.." Interrupted up Yaxley, who had been standing opposite from Bellatrix. He kept his eyes on the mantle piece, not daring to make eye contact. "How are we to continue when there are no other pure sources to mar..."
"Silence!" Voldemort hissed.
Yaxley dropped his head to the floor.
"With the boy gone, we need not worry of blood status but only of obedience. You see, for a strong force, new blood must be acquired."
The Dark Lord slid from his place behind the table to pace the room.
"I have decided that unless we are to actively pursue heirs, than we are to actively run ourselves into ruin." Slithering passed Severus Snape at the far end of the room, Voldemort rested his hand on Draco Malfoy.
"My Lord" Began Yaxley once more.
"CRUCIO!"
Voldemort's wand pointed directly at Yaxley's chest. His expression was pure ecstasy as he watched his own writhe in pain on the floor. Yaxley's body contorted into unimaginable forms as his screams echoed through the manor. Bellatrix giggled, her gaze unable to release.
The Dark Lord flicked his wand to end the curse. The man lay curled up in a ball on the floor, his breathing quick and ragged.
"As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted, we have in our possession many witches and wizards awaiting trials for their part in the Battle of Hogwarts. Those who are deemed guilty will be sentenced to death immediately, UNLESS we can find a use for them."
The room was still quiet, aside from the scuffling of Yaxley getting back to his feet.
"I have gathered all of you here at this hour to reveal our new agenda. We will reform our society through marriage." He turned towards the hallway and raised his arms. "Come." Voldemort motioned with his hand.
Through the shadows walked five young girls in unison. Fire light flickered and danced across their faces. All of them seemed to be under the Imperious Curse, for their eyes were cloudy and unresponsive. The girls faces were covered in bruises, and a few of them had gashes along their arms and legs. Although, aside from the tragic look each had, they were all still recognizable.
Voldemort strolled up and down the line, looking the girls over one by one.
"These young girls were considered the most loyal to Harry Potter, and therefor they must be made an example of."
From the corner of his eye, the Dark Lord saw Yaxley twitch.
"Yaxley, you will have your chance to speak when I am finished. Do not tempt me."
The girls turned around to face the group in one motion. Almost like an army waiting for battle. Their hands were bound behind their backs, and their ankles touching as if also bound. All of the girls still wearing Muggle attire.
"One thing I will not stand for, is a Wizard in Muggle wear. It must go." hissed Voldemort.
In one swift movement the clothes were torn from their bodies. None of the girls shown any sign of embarrassment as they were left naked in front of the crowd. Draco stood at the other end of the room, taking in the scene in front of him. Less than two years ago, he shared classes with these girls, and now they were being paraded in front of him like pieces of meat. He couldn't help but smile. Draco turned to look at those around him.
"Narcissa, might I request that you bring us 5 robes." Narcissa bowed out of the room and ran up the stair case.
The girls turned around, doing a 360 while the Death Eaters watched with curiosity. The bruises on their bodies became more pronounced down their backs, and hips. Dirt seemed to have buried itself within every pore and crevice. Dolohov eyed each of the girls in turn, his focus to their chest. He licked his lips, then turned and winked at Draco.
"I have a list of every wizard and witch who is unmarried, or without children." Voldemort went on. "I will pair up the best witches with the wizards here, who may be unmarried or childless. You will be joined next week and then will have one year to produce an heir, or death."
The Dark Lord kept his eyes on the girls, until Narcissa stumbled into the room with robes from her closet.
"Thank You."
She threw a robe onto each of the girls, and as if practiced each put their robes on.
"You expect us to Marry one of these gi..." Yaxley began.
"AVADA KADAVRA!" shouted the Dark Lord who was looking up at the ceiling in annoyance, his wand pointed straight at Yaxley's chest.
Falling to the ground limp, Yaxley let out his last breath.
"Do not tempt me." Voldemort repeated before continuing.
"Here we have Hermione Granger, a mudblood, and Harry Potter's very close friend, Ginervra Weasley, who was the sister of dear Ronald. Luna Lovegood, friend of Potter's, who we will be holding back for experimentation, Cho Chang, Potter's first love, and a Lavender Brown, dear Ronald's first love."
The five girls were dressed now, and staring straight ahead of them into blankness. The murder that had just come about not phasing them in the slightest.
"Draco" hissed the Dark Lord.
The smirk he wore removed itself from his face as he looked to either parent for encouragement. With no recognition, he stepped forward. The silence was deafening. He could not believe what was happening. Draco had a reputation to uphold, especially since his father made it a career to let the family down with each decision he made.
"Yes, my Lord." Draco bowed.
"Come closer so that I may see you."
Draco stepped out of the shadows and walked passed the line of girls, keeping his concentration upon his master.
"Draco, you have made me very proud throughout this process. You made it possible for my army to infiltrate Hogwarts sooner than any could have expected. If were not for you, we would not be here right now."
Bellatrix smiled and winked at Severus who shown no emotion.
Draco bowed once more unable to think of any other action that would be suitable.
"You are to wed Miss Ginevra Weasley. She is smart, pure blood, and I believe could be loyal with enough training."
Ginny stepped forward, her eyes still cloudy. Her robes were very baggy on her small figure, and her hair was partially matted to her head, while the rest hung out to the side. Almost as if she had been laying against a floor for an exceptionally long time.
"Severus''
Snape stepped out of the shadows and followed Draco's path to the Dark Lord's side, before bowing himself.
"You are to wed Hermione Granger. I have no doubt that you will be able to train her into loyalty and obedience as well. As I've been informed, she is a rather clever witch. I hope you will find each other suited as partners for this task."
Draco watched as Hermione stepped forward. She looked about as bad as Ginny, but with more blood dried on her face.
"Rodolphus."
Draco heard a surprised hitch in his Aunt's throat as her husband made his way down the line. He hadn't thought of the fact that his Aunt and Uncle had failed to bare a child.
"You will not be made to wed, as you are already married, but you have a choice to make, my loyal pet. Try to conceive with your wife, or try to conceive with Miss Chang. Take caution though, if Bellatrix does not produce an heir in the allotted time, she will die just as the others will." The Dark Lord warned.
Rodolphus took a moment to contemplate his decision. In all of Draco's life he did not see any sort of affection between his Aunt and Uncle. But, there she was. Bellatrix was standing up front, watching her husband, her eyes flitting between him and Cho; brimming with tears. Either way, this was something Bellatrix was going to lose.
"Take your time, Rodolphus. All of the marriages are taking place this coming Friday. You have five days to answer."
"Thank you, my Lord, for the opportunity." Rodolphus bowed.
"And last." Voldemort hissed, "Antonin."
Dolohov licked his lips, and strode to stand next to Draco and Severus. Dolohov kept a grin upon his face as he bowed to Voldemort.
"Antonin, you are to wed Lavender Brown. I expect she will not be nearly as hard to control as the others, therefor your expectations are limitless."
"Thank you, my Lord." He said, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
The room was silent, and with one flick of his wrist Voldemort had brought the girls out of their slumber. Cho and Lavender squeaked simultaneously, while the other three studied the faces in the room. Draco could hear their heavy breathing, or what he thought was their heavy breathing.
It could well have been his own.
"Sir," Began Dolohov, "I must ask what your plans are for the blonde. She looks quite nice to me."
"Ah, yes. Luna here will serve in cross-species experiments. Her mouth, which she cannot keep shut, has earned her a year of, what do the Muggles call it? Hard Labor?"
The room erupted in soft laughter as Luna looked toward the floor. The Dark Lord made his way back to his chair, tapping his wand against his open hand.
"Aside from Luna, you ladies will stay here at the Malfoy Manor until your designated ceremony. I expect you to look the part for your husbands, therefor you will make sure you are clean, and properly dressed. Narcissa Malfoy will assist you there."
All of the girls, except Luna, looked to the tall blonde in the doorway. Draco noticed that Luna was now in tears. Her shoulders were slumped and shook with her tattered breaths.
Voldemort turned when he reached his seat so that he was facing the room, and everyone in it.
"We will give our new platform a year, and see where we are at. If it is successful, I will match another set of eligible Wizards. If it is not, we will not have lost anyone valuable."
Bellatrix mouth dropped slightly as she looked from her master to her husband.
Voldemort sat down in his chair. "You may go."
A/N: Song Lyrics "Seen It All" By Jake Bugg