The only way people will respect you is if they fear you. And when they fear you, you have power over them. Fear kept them in check and insured lines were not drawn. It was a good thing Yaxley feared the Dark Lord because he would not survive long as a follower without the devotion of one on the brink of death. His master was the only wizard in centuries to be able to put ungrateful filth in their place. He had the right plan and the right means. It was fools like Dumbledore who halted the makings of their dream. Yaxley smirked at the thought of the great and powerful Dumbledore falling off the Astronomy tower, killed by the one person he trusted. Yaxley had offered to be the one to finish the old fool off, but his master had other plans. Yaxley didn't argue because he feared the wrath of his master. He would listen to whatever he was ordered to do, but that didn't stop him from muttering under his breath. He knew he was worthy of his master, but he kept on receiving tasks that fell below him. He wondered if the Dark Lord even valued his loyalty.
When Voldemort called him to his side months ago, Yaxley almost leapt for joy. Voldemort tasked him a job of the utmost importance. If the Potter boy came to the Ministry of Magic, Yaxley had to... preoccupy the boy for as long as possible. Yaxley had grinned and said it would be done. But Voldemort did not know the extent Yaxley would do to the boy. He didn't know that Yaxley had plans of his own.
And now Potter was here in the Ministry, just as Voldemort predicted. Yaxley had been prepared for the boy. He had journeyed down to the Department of Mysteries just after his master killed the Minister. He had found the object he was looking for on a row of shelves deep in the heart of the department. He carefully removed it and hastily stuffed it into his pocket. Every day, Yaxley had been eager to see the back of Potter's untidy head. Eager to see the pride once Voldemort saw what Yaxley had done for him.
Chasing Potter, Yaxley pulled out the object in his hand and started twisting it over and over. He lost track how many times he twisted it, but he didn't care. His thoughts rested on how proud his master would be, how jealous Severus would be, and how adored he would feel. Potter ran behind a boy and a girl. Probably one of his dirty friends from school, Yaxley thought. He was almost upon Potter now. He could almost feel their fear, taste their determination. As their hands found each other, Yaxley threw himself upon them and felt the hook grab his stomach as they apparated away from the Ministry.
This was his only chance, he somehow managed to throw the object at Potter as they materialized on the doorstep of some house. The girl screamed as she saw him and threw curses at him until they left. Yaxley didn't care. He didn't feel the sting as she sliced his torso and arm with the movements of her wand. He didn't care that he had no idea where he landed. He grinned and looked up at the door he now stood in front of. The plate read Number 12 Grimmauld Place. At this, his smile broadened.
This is the end of the Prologue. Promise to have Harry and the gang soon! Please review. Reviews help the mind juices flow... okay, that sounds weird. Enjoy!