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Prologue
Lightening flashed across the sky and thunder boomed in the distance as two men, one who was sitting elegantly in a throne, the other standing in front of him, held a conversation.
"I want you to bring to me James Potter, Sirius Black and whoever they are with when they go to Hogsmeade, which happens to be at the end of this month, correct?" Lord Voldemort said to his follower, who happened to be Abraxas Malfoy.
"Yes, my Lord and you are correct, my Lord," Abraxas said while bowing his head.
"I don't want James Potter or Sirius Black hurt in any way," Lord Voldemort said dangerously then he continued on, still sounding dangerous but careless at the same time, "If you have to rough up their friends to get them to behave and come with you so be it, but do not hurt either Potter or Black and don't kill any of their friends."
"My Lord?" questioned Abraxas.
"I think I have finally found them," Voldemort said simply to the unasked question. "I don't think they would be willing to listen to me if I have their friends killed in the process of getting them here but we might need them for a little... leverage, if you catch my meaning."
"Very well, my Lord," said Abraxas, smirking a little in the patent Malfoy way.
"I want you to take people with you who will listen to you and not go off by themselves, you know who I mean. The whole purpose of this assignment is to bring Potter and Black to me. You can have a little fun by causing a little destruction to the shops in Hogsmeade until you find them, but that is it," Voldemort said carelessly but with a dangerous edge to his voice. He expected to be obeyed in this and the punishment for being disobeyed would be severe and Abraxas knew this and would warn everyone coming on the assignment with him. "You have a month to plan a satisfactory attack. In the meantime, I want as much information on Potter and Black as you can find. Discretely. Go."
"Of course, my Lord," Abraxas said bowing his head once more before walking away swiftly without appearing to be running away from his Lord.
"Soon, we will be reunited," Abraxas heard Lord Voldemort whisper to himself as he shut the door to the chamber.
Meanwhile at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry the young men in question, with their two best friends were planning, too, ignoring the storm outside. Except they were planning a spectacular prank for in the morning and a kitchen raid.