Long away from the grounds of Hogwarts in an abandoned house, a group of people wearing dark black robes had come together to discuss the events that had just unravelled. Nothing would ever be the same.

At the head of the table sat a man that was seen as different compared to many of the others. He wore a black cape just like the rest of his comrades, but his robe contained a deep fire red that outlined his robe as well.

No one made direct eye contact with the man that sat in the chair but sat with his back facing the crowd as he had turned his chair around earlier and stared out the window into the deep and dark storm clouds that had been forming for the past few hours.

One of the brave few men sitting behind him got up and approached his side.

"My lord," the man muttered very quietly, and could barely be heard even from the man in the chair.

"I thought I told you all not to disturb me," the man snapped at his interruption but did not move and kept his hood over his head.

"What are we to do?" the Death Eater ignored the man's request but with much fear and tremor in his voice. "He's gone. The Dark Lord has been defeated. Voldemort... he's dead."

The man in the high seat clenched his left hand into a fist full of rage and hate. "All because of a stupid kid. All because of Harry Potter."

"What do we do?" the Death Eater continued as he desperately looked for some answer. "They'll be hunting us now."

Oh, for sure," the man answered. "But they are no match for us."

"No match!" erupted a Death Eater sitting at the table behind the man's chair. "They killed Voldemort!"

The man in the chair had started to begun annoyed. He slowly got up from his chair and pushed it aside. He now turned towards the crowd of Death Eaters that were now eagerly waiting for his response.

The man had lowered his black hood that had been covering his face and everyone gasped in shock as he fully appeared towards the crowd. His face revealed several burns and deep red scars that had made their mark but that is not what everyone was thrown in shock at. It was the man's eyes. They were a deep dark purple with hints of black. It was not natural. It was the result of some truly ancient and evil dark magic.

The man raised his wand at the man who had raised his voice at him and a flash of green light has filled the room and soon after disappeared. The man now laid flat against the table as blood leaked and began to cover a part of the table. He was dead.

"Any other question or concerns?" the man asked the room as he lowered his wand.

"No, my lord," the room echoed in unison from all the other Death Eaters.

"Good," he grinned. "Voldemort may be gone but his legacy will continue on. Harry Potter has something I want, and I intend on getting it."

"What does he have, my lord," one of the Death Eaters asked as he bowed his head at the man.

"An item with great and unlimited power. Voldemort may have gotten it, but he did not understand the true power on what he grasped in his hand and that is why he lost. Even the great Dumbledore did not know what he carried for so many years. I will not make the same mistake as Voldemort."

All the men cheered at the man's words.

"The time of Harry Potter is over," the man continued. "The time of the Deathly Hallows has begun."

The man turned back towards the window he had been looking at before and approached it as a huge lightning bolt erupted right before him with a clap of thunder.

"The Elder Wand is as good as mine."

Author's Note:

This is just a short prologue to the story. Chapter One is still in the works. Look forward to sharing this story to all to read and look forward to hearing everyone's comments.

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