Hi! Welcome to my new story! I've only just started and this is the only chapter I have finished. I hope you like it and decide to finish. I already have the rest of the story plan and I must say it's pretty interesting. I hope you think so too :)

Prologue

I'm not proud of the things I've done in my life, but I'm not ashamed either. Throughout my years, my father had taught me exactly the opposite of the way he was taught when he was a child. Mudbloods aren't bad, pure-bloods aren't superior, and that we're all equal. And for awhile, I soaked in all that nonsense that the preached for years on end. But the name Malfoy takes its toll on most people, as it did on me. One year, I took it too far.

I

The Rise of Noth

There is a very limited amount of ways one could sum up the general aura that the Gaunt House gave away. The fact that Voldemorts past generations have lived there was ultimately the last thing that came to mind. It's location severely isolated from the rest of Little Hangleton, which was the town it claimed to be concealed in. There was a nail bent onto the door that none of us Night Terrors could really guess where or how it came to be. You could really only assume. The condition of the haunted place was nowhere close to admirable and the stench was deafening. Not the typical place to schedule your honeymoon, but the perfect setting for a gathering of Night Terrors.

Twigs and thorns stuck to my jeans as I pried them off and threw them back into the forest. Not only was the Gaunt house extremely displeasing to the eye, getting it was no party either. If you look hard near the edge of the house, you can sort of make out a pre-existing trail that led to it. But that easily disappeared after the years of being ignored and abandoned. One single knock on the door sounded like the collection of dreaded nails on a chalkboard.

I immediately started to feel a bit of dread as I opened the creaking door and stepped into the awful house. My father didn't know I was here, and I was sure my friends wouldn't get that big of a kick out of it either. It scarcely mattered, though. It was my choice. I had chosen to do this and I didn't plan on getting out. Don't get me wrong. I wasn't always this evil, conniving, murdering demon. I used to be a rather delicate chap. One my father was unwillingly proud of. My father was taught the exact opposite way that I was growing up. I was taught that mud-bloods, muggles, pure-bloods, and half-bloods were all equal and shouldn't be treated any differently than anyone else. I soaked up his persistent lies without disagreement for some time, but soon opened my eyes to the light. Over this summer, I had recently become aware of a much more powerful organization that I would have much rather joined than anything else. I learned a lot.

So, here I am, at the door of a madman awaiting a chilling meeting that I was looking forward to with the utmost excitement. As I opened and entered the room, the floor screamed maliciously of its approval of the group. Clearly, it was pleased to recognize life amongst its boards and graciously was allowing us inside. The group I saw amongst me was far from content.. The problem with the Night Terrors is that it was composed mostly of youth. The previous Death Eaters from Voldemorts era were now either deceased, caged in Azkaban, or had a recent change of heart. Present company not excluded, actually. So, you see, the number of evil followers were now limited and we were now forced to try and include the youth in our association.

In one place stood Tera Lestrange. Shoot me if her surname is not familiar to you. Daughter of the famous Rabastan Lestrange. Her existence is not known to many as her father is long dead by now. He had her at an older age. Tera has very much lived up to her surnames legacy. Miraculously, despite all the things she has done, she has evaded Azkaban which is where she would most likely be if she had ever gotten caught. Most people also don't know the curse she holds. The curse of the Werewolf. Four noticeable scars are shown on her face. As far as my understanding is, on the first day of her transformation, she accidentally scratched herself rather badly and those scars were her souvenir.

Near Tera stood a figure that also most people knew not of. Aryon Nott, son of Theodore Nott II. I had never personally met his father, but told he did go to Hogwarts with my father. Aryon is a year younger than I and a tad more mysterious. He is very silent and usually keeps to the shadows. His hair is dark and his face is pale. A rather chilling exterior in my opinion.

As of now, that was it. The Night Terrors are a recently formed organization that hasn't even done anything too terrible yet. It hasn't been taken to the public yet. Yet, being the key word. It will grow, though. With time. Despite our age, our strength goes far beyond what you may think. We are rather smart individuals.

Tera saw me and gave me an emotionless stare. Tera never showed any emotion. None at all. Recently, she's been perceived as one of my best friends. We met at the end of my fourth year. She had come to seek me out. Tera didn't go to Hogwarts. She didn't go to school at all. Her father was deceased and I had never heard her talk of her mother. Perhaps she preferred to ignore the subject. I never asked her about it. After she sought me out, I slowly began to see her point of view and slowly turned evil. We decided to form the Night Terrors and we're currently recruiting, in case you're interested.

"Took you long enough," I finally heard. I looked over at the source of the voice and saw it was Aryon, who was standing his distance away. Aryon never really came too close to anyone. He was a rather silent individual as well. Such an exciting group of three people we were.

"Is he here?" I asked, my voice lowering down a tone or two. Him…I'd never met him actually. I'd only heard of him. Noth. Noth was the person that sought out the Night Terrors. He planned to finish Voldemorts work. To finish what he started but couldn't finish. Obviously, he wasn't the only person who believed so.

"Temporarily," Tera hissed. Her eyes screamed of fire. It was obvious what had happened. Tera had a monthly schedule that she'd be forced to follow for the rest of her life. The schedule of the full moon. Every full moon, she would transform into a werewolf and it always seemed to have a rather ominous effect on her.

"Mind your tone, Lestrange," I heard from the entrance of another room. That's when I saw him. A dark cloaked man with a hood over his face. His eyes were glaring yellow out of his hood as he pierced through each and every one of us. It was an unsettling feeling that made me feel oddly at home. Something I never thought I would feel in the presence of such a beast.

Tera and Aryon bowed their heads slightly at the man and I followed suit. I had never met this man, but he seemed to have more power than I would ever imagine to have. He walked to the misshaped stump of a table and sat down as if daring us to do the same thing. Reluctantly, the three of us took seats beside him. It was odd to have such a small group of followers, but Noth has only just now risen. It would take time to form a steady reign.

"I imagine you're wondering about the lack of personnel today," he sneered at the three of us. I shifted uncomfortably. That was exactly what I was thinking of, but I didn't dare share that. Something told me that it wouldn't be taken kindly and that I ought to be better off just listening to him and nodding every couple minutes. Tera and Aryon didn't breathe a word either but shifted glances between each other. It was clear that Tera and Aryon held a relationship that I could never muster up the courage to ask about. They had probably been friends for a longer extended period of time.

"That will soon be settled," Noth finally said after the moments of silence. He glared personally at all three of us before he continued. "I shall take no hesitations to start my reign and I expect the most out of all of you."

All three of us nodded willingly. Expecting the most. That wasn't hard to ask for. The only problem was that I left for Hogwarts in less than a week. There wasn't much I could do at school. My own father didn't know that I was joining this group. Such information would best be unknown to him. While my father was viciously evil in his youth, when it came to raising a child he seemed to decide to take the high road and lean away from such topics. Whenever I asked my father about his past, he would always lean back uncomfortably in the chair he was in and quickly change the subject to Quidditch or something more pleasing to the ear. It was obvious he disapproved of the way he spent his childhood, but I didn't.

"You shall receive only the best of service, my lord," Tera said calmly. I had never heard her speak in such formalities before. At first, I thought of her to be a suck-up, but then remembered my audience. It was a smart decision. For it would not be wise to speak of normal tongue to the next Dark Lord. It was bad taste.

"While you can certainly understand why, for now, the existence of this organization should be kept strictly secretive.. Therefore, I shall not be taking any insanely dramatic actions for my plan. I wish for more recruits before I voice myself," he told us. That was understandable. I wouldn't want to start terrorizing the wizarding community without a respectable army on my behalf to defend me. Besides, it was always easier to work through someone else. Spies and other things. When Voldemort was in reign, he had huge numbers at his command and not just wizards and witches but a number of various mythical creatures as well. Werewolves, Vampires, and even Giants bowed down before him.

"On such topic, Aryon." Aryon immediately bowed his head as Noth spoke to him. "I have a job for you. More of a homework assignment, preferably, but a difficult assignment nonetheless. If I wish to be as successful as Voldemort, I am going to need most of everything he had, if not more. I was never personally a Death Eater, but I do pick up on certain things. If it is in your ability, I shall need you to look up something. Secretly, of course. No one should know what indeed it is that you are looking up. They are called Horcruxes. Find out everything you can about them, Nott. They are a powerful dark magic weapon and I need you to find out everything you can about them."

I widened my eyes as I took this information in. Horcruxes. The name rang a bell. I felt like I have heard that name before somewhere. Most likely from my father, but I couldn't put a finger on it. I knew it was something powerful but I'm pretty sure when my father caught himself talking about it, he shut up right away. My father had a habit of talking about the old days and then suddenly felt weird talking about it to his son. I loved my father but sometimes I just wanted to tell him that it was okay what he did in the past. That it didn't matter. But I don't think I would ever say that.

Aryon nodded with approval at the idea of this. Aryon was the smartest out of all three of us so clearly he was chosen properly for the task. He could literally look up and find out virtually anything you could think of so I was pretty sure this task would be an easy one for him. One that he could report back positively. Then, Noth turned to his next victim. Tera. I was obviously left last as I was the newbie of the group. Aryon was the first of the group, who recruited Tera, who recruited me. Both of them had met Noth before, but I was the only one that hadn't. I felt like I was intruding on the Addams family reunion.

When Noth turned to Tera, she too bowed and awaited his response. "Tera. I'm trusting you with a mission that I gave specifically to you. As you know, we're not the largest organization and many of our potential Night Terrors would all be ex-Death Eaters who are now all either imprisoned or dead. And even the imprisoned ones would now be incredibly weak. We need fresh blood, and I'm not just talking wizards and witches, Tera. I know you have more friends than you let on to have. I know of the pack, Tera. Trust me. Any creatures you can get on our side, Tera, do it. I have faith that you will be successful in this," he told her. Tera, without so much as a gratified expression on her face, nodded. I was sure, I had never seen her smile or anything. It was like she literally had no emotion. Must be a hard personality to pull off. She nodded, finally, and the attention was now turned to me. I suddenly became aware of a sudden self-conscious. I was the newbie of the group. This would be my first mission and I must admit. I was nervous.

I cringed down in my seat only slightly as I awaited my silent torture. What if my mission was as difficult as the ones he gave to Tera and Aryon. I was sure that if I had been given those missions, I probably would not have succeeded as properly as the others would. Then again, I wasn't a genius, and I wasn't friends with a bunch of werewolves. Not to mention, I had school soon. What mission could I possibly have during school? Turns out, many.

"Scorpius Malfoy," he said. As he said my name, it chilled the entire room in my mind. Time seemed to stand still as I awaited what was next to be said with dread and with anticipation. My first mission as a Night Terror. I was terrified, but also extremely excited."The mission I entrust with you is the most essential of all, but not as difficult. I've been told that you have a rather strong relationship with someone named Lily Potter." My eyes suddenly widened as I looked over at Tera who was staring at me, emotionless as usual. So, she did tell him.

Lily Potter and I had been best friends since Lily came to school. She was one year younger than me, but we still got along astoundingly. I thought of her like my sister, since I had none. However, I was sure that the mention of Lily would not be a happy one. Especially coming from the future Dark Lord. I did my best to hide my astonishment and terror, hoping for the best, but I knew the worst was coming.

"As you know, her father, Harry Potter, was one of the most powerful wizards of our time. As a memento, when he killed Voldemort, he took a rather precious dark item that I believe should be returned to the dark wizarding community. It is called the Elder Wand. The most powerful wand in all existence and Harry Potter has possession of it. I plan to control this wand. Clearly, I cannot just go up to him and challenge him as I try to take it away. That would be foolish as that wand can only scarcely be beat. It must be surrendered from him. The task I assign you is simple. I need you to kidnap dear Lily Potter, thus holding her for ransom. Therefore, Harry must surrender his precious wand and I shall gain total control of the wizarding community. With the power in the palm of my hand!"

I gulped involuntarily trying to swallow it as I sucked it down my throat. Kidnap Lily Potter. Kidnap my best friend? It was an insane suggestion. I was all for the support of the rising of the new Dark Lord, but I wasn't so sure that I would be willing to risk the support of my best friend.

"Is there a problem, Malfoy?" Tera asked from the other side of the table. Her arms were crossed and her eyebrows were raised, already clearly suspecting my hesitancy. My finger tapped the misshaped table nervously. It was clear that she distrusted me. She didn't believe that I would truly be able to leave my pure life behind, but I would show them. I had to. I didn't have any other choice, and that's another story.

"No. None at all," I said in a rather low voice. I was surprised at myself for agreeing to such a thing, but I kind of had to, didn't I? I wanted to prove my loyalty to the new Dark Lord and this was simply the only way to do it. I didn't have any other choice.

Noth eyed me suspiciously but continued. Oh, god, there was more. "Also, if you can, I'd appreciate it if you could try and convince more recruits from the Slytherins. More youth is always appreciated."

With that, the future Dark Lord rose from the table and swiftly moved towards the exit. "Until next time, Night Terrors." He nodded his head once and head out the door. Soon, we heard a rather loud crack, indicating he had disappeared within the shadows that he naturally carried behind him. I released the breath I had been holding and my fists clenched slightly.

Tera came up to me and glared. Her face was very intimidating and frightful. It was no secret that she distrusted me. I couldn't blame her. Right now, I wouldn't trust myself either. "Watch your step, Malfoy. Once my trust breaks, you won't have much else in life," she said as darkly as she could. Without another word, she left the house as well soon followed by Aryon who had rarely spoken at all today.

I was left with my own thoughts before I finally decided to head back home. I had some serious issues to go over in my head. I went over Noth's words in my head again and again until I finally made myself sick. It wasn't until now that I truly started to regret my decision, but it was too late now.