So, you are interested what am I doing here? Here it is: I have a lot of ideas scattered over my computer, some longer than the others, some I started and I don't even remember what was the plot (was reviewing a chapter I started to write, but there's nothing clear on what it was supposed to be about). So yeah, decided to post them in one place =] Maybe I will get around to writing them, maybe not. If you are interested, you can read them over, if not - I don't care...

Summary: Voldemor still exists, though now he retreated into shadows and is not actively killing people, Dumbledore is still alive and Harry misteriously disappeared a few years ago. It seems, that the Magical World has been revieled to ordinary people and as not to cause panic, half the world's most powerful men and women from both worlds are gathering into a conference to set truce. However, it seems there are few surprises for all of them - Dark Creatures finally picked a new Lord.

Prologue

Playing With Fire

"This is Jude McDowell and I am standing in the middle of London taking an interview from one of the Wizards who live in the recently discovered Magical World," reported an excited women into the camera and quickly thrusted her microphone into a shocked man's face. "What can you tell us about the situation?" She asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.

The unfortunate Wizard, not quite knowing what that strange black thing in front of his mouth was and why he was told to speak into a black box, just shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

"I'm in no position to tell anything because I do not work at the Ministry and therefore don't know much," he smiled sheepishly and with hands in front of him, as if to defend himself from obviously not quite sane woman, slowly backed off and when he deemed the distance between him and the muggles large enough, turned around and ran into the pub with the picture of cauldron on the front.

Muggles were left gaping though they quickly recovered from the awkward situation.

"As can be seen we're not quite trusted by these Magical people yet," she said with an obviously false smile. "Though the situation will be resolved and negotiations will be beginning in two days in France with the Magical World. It is rumored that there will be present not only Wizards but also Magical Creatures who are quite sentient. The meeting will be recorded so that everyone can see everything that will occur there. It is also interesting to note that Magical World is divided into two, technically three, fractions: light, dark and neutral but wizards representing their world will have two British leaders - the Dark Lord, whose name is still disclosed though we were informed that it may be Voldemort, and the Light Lord Albus Dumbledore. It seems that this world is still thorn in war and is not as miraculous and fantastical as we might like to believe."

Snap

The TV was turned off.

"It seems that the reporter may be more intelligent than I thought at the beginning. Do you think that she and dear Rita are, by chance, related? I wouldn't be surprised… Or maybe it's just a trait that all reporters show - intelligence hidden beyond a mask of annoying beast," a person sitting in front of the TV spat in disgust.

"It might be true that they are related, My Lord. Skeeter's mother was a mudblood"

"Truly? Maybe I should consider Seer's career…"

"I wouldn't advise that, My Lord. You're quite exceptional in this job already."

"You think?" The person smiled briefly and stood up his eyes shining with some kind of undespitchable emotion. "Come, we have flight reservations. We don't want to be late now, do we?"

"Of course, My Lord"

"Good"

And with these words they swept out of the room.

~ The Last Sunrise ~

"Marius, where are we staying, again?"

"Well, the complete address would be 'Four Seasons Hotel George V'. It's in Paris, as you have requested, My Lord. I booked Royal One-Bedroom Suite, I hope it will meet your standards."

"I know it will, Marius. You would never disappoint me," the so-called Lord stated and sent a quick quirk of lips that could be barely considered a smile, to his loyal servant.

"Thank you, My Lord."

With those words Marius opened car's that they had booked earlier doors, and bowed, waiting for his Lord to climb into the vehicle.

The dark figure chuckled quietly and did just that. His loyal friend and servant came after him and closed the door.

"What's on our schedule?"

"You are expected in approximately an hour to dine with the representative of Voldemort, followed by a meeting with Durmstrang's Headmaster Ivan Volkov, who will also be present in the conference. That's all for today."

"Hmm… I see. What does Voldemort want? An alliance?"

Marcus hesitated and his master noticed it at once but decided not to say anything.

"I think so, my Lord, however, it is also possible that he wants to evaluate the threat and then remove it. You will have to be careful."

"Am I not always?" Chuckled the Dark Lord.