Prologue
19 years have passed since the fall of Voldemort. One of his most loyal followers, Fenrir Greyback, was wandering the woods right outside Hogwarts. He was one of the few followers who was not imprisoned in Azkaban. It was September 1st, students would be arriving at Hogwarts very soon. Fenrir was tired of just prowling around, he wanted fresh meat!
Sadly, he knew he couldn't, otherwise the Ministry of Magic would be on his tail, with Harry Potter, the head Auror, in the lead. He was kicking around some leaves, wishing there was someway to bring back the Dark Lord. But Fenrir knew he couldn't, for his soul had been split so much, that he could never come back. His only hope would to bring back the Dark Lord's most faithful assistant. But there was no way!
His foot hit something hard. He picked it up and laughed a cruel hard laugh. Maybe there was a way! He turned the item thrice in hand thinking one name, Bellatrix Lestrange. He opened his eyes and in front of him was said woman. He put his arm around Bellatrix saying, "Well then Bella, would you like to help me avenge the Dark Lord?"
