Chapter 1
"The time has come my followers for us to capture the prophecy. If I am correct Mr. Potter will be arriving at the Department of Mysteries shortly." spoke Lord Voldemort in a barely noticeably excited voice. His eager eyes swept the hooded crowd before him in which stood his most loyal servants nearly as eager as him to retrieve what their master desired most.
"All the necessary adjustments have been made my lord." spoke a dark faced man in the front of the crowd, his head bowed slightly. The adjustments meaning removing all security personnel from the department and allowing a free access for Harry to what they needed.
"I want all of you to go and make sure the prophecy gets to me safe. You will not return until it is safely in my hands." Voldemort said with a venom in his voice that made the crowd shudder visibly.
"My lord," a woman spoke boldly standing next to the dark faced man, "is it entirely necessary to send us all? After all they are just a bunch of little brats not nearly as capable with a wand as us." she finished looking smugly while mentioning the group of teenagers they were soon to face.
"You WILL go when I tell you to go and you will not underestimate Mr. Potter...he has a knack for getting himself out of sticky situations. And if he happens to bring his little friends then I want you to use them to our advantage to get that prophecy...then kill them. He said balling his held up hand into a fist. "Now go and bring me back the prophecy or you will all pay a greater price than mere pain...", Voldemort turned, swishing his cloak and walking in the opposite direction leaving the crowd to depart on their mission.
The crowd started disaparating one at a time with a swish of their cloaks. A teenage girl, around the same age as Harry and his friends stood in a dark corner of the room hidden by the shadows. As she was listening to the death eaters plan she was coming up with one of her own. One that would involve a lot of courage and betraying to what she has only ever known. With her face hidden from sight, a smile played on her lips. She would do what was right. She was going to stop Voldemort in his tracks and help the Order of the Phoenix whether it meant her life or not.
She stepped out of the dark and into the light parting her lips and speaking to no one but herself, "Watch out Voldemort...here I come...another Black." Serenity then disaparated like the others with a swish of her cloak and was gone.
