Disclaimer: I solemnly swear I am up to no good . So unfortunately, I don't own HP, nor do I own its characters. The credit goes to JK Rowling. But yes, I do own the plot of this story though...

PROLOGUE:

"Sir, you would be having a video conference with the Minister of France, Mr. Antoine Dubois, at 4pm today."

The person, who was addressed as "Sir", appeared to be in his mid 50s, glanced at an old china clock hung on the opposite wall. It read 11:45am. Sighing, he turned towards the younger man standing in front of him and said, "Okay, thank you Mike. You may go, and oh, just remember to remind this old forgetful man about the meeting half an hour before it is to start. Mr. Dubois is very punctual and we can't make him wait now, can we?"

"Yes sir."Mike replied with a small smile, and then turning on his heels, he left the room.

The man presently sat on his fairly large mahogany chair looking into his computer with a serious expression. He wore a grey suit and pant over his white ironed shirt, with a nice red tie to complement it. His grey hair was neatly combed in place. His face had slight wrinkles but his light blue eyes were bright and full of life.

Then all of a sudden the light around the room darkened. There was a sense of darkness full of foreboding. The man looked up from his computer, "Who's there? What is going on? Mike? Walter? Is anyone there?"

Suddenly, the door of the office made a 'click' sound, informing him that it was locked. Now this made him scared. What was happening? Then he saw the shadow of a man walking towards him. He strained to see the man's face, but couldn't. His heart was beating like an express train and sweat dripped from his face. With a feeling of utter helplessness, the old man watched, wide eyed, as the person in front of him raised an arm and-

There was a loud knock that interrupted the man's thoughts.

The door opened to reveal a young man standing there with a concerned expression. "Are you alright, Sir?"

" Huh-Oh yes, yes. I am perfectly alright."

"Okay, Sir. But we thought we heard you scream…"

"Oh, it was nothing! I think you must have mistaken my talking on the phone as screaming. Don't worry, Walter, everything is perfectly fine. Now, if you will excuse me, I have another important call to make."

"But…. Yes Sir."The door closed again.

Yes, everything was perfectly fine except for a fact that there was a cold and empty feeling in the old man, who was none other than the most important man of the muggle government – the Prime Minister. He now felt unusually happy. Happiness directed by pure hate and evilness…

A/N: So how was that? Hate it? Like it? Please review because this is my first fanfic. Gawd! I'm super nervous…Please no flames. And feel free to criticize (but only constructive criticism ;)). Am planning to put up chapter 1 soon, don't ask me when though… Anyways, enough of my blabbing! Hope to see some good results