Hello all, this is a fanfiction I've decided to create about Scorpius Malfoy. I'm putting a lot of work into this, so please, please review! Of course I would appreciate a follow or favorite as well, but I would hate to cancel this fic I've worked immensely hard on because it's getting no attention. I read through every review; even a quick review is appreciated!

Much thanks, Clover x

Prologue

It was midnight. Heavy, dark clouds shrouded the sky; obscuring the moon and the stars. There was no source of light in the black, quiet night. Suddenly, there was a distant rumble, and rain exploded out of the somber clouds; the shower spilled onto the peaty grass and soft mud. The harsh rain whipped through the previously-quiet night as lightning flashed overhead.

A squelching sound signaled the approach of two figures; dressed in long, black, hooded cloaks, the duo sprinted through the night in an effort to escape from the pounding rain. The taller figure called to his shorter comrade; he pointed towards an uneven, dirt path that led into a dense woodland. The shorter man paused for a moment and then followed his taller friend into the thick trees.

The path winded through the forest; every now and then, the taller figure would have to crouch down to check if he was still following the path. The constant rain dripping from the trees concealed the sound of the two figures running through the forest; they were making quite a racket in their race for shelter.

Finally, the path ended and the two figures stopped. Ahead of them was a large, metal gate. Glancing at each other nervously, the two men exited the forest and approached the gate. A beautiful marble pathway was behind the gate; it led to a humongous, handsome manor. Only two windows were lit. Looking up at the gate, the taller man stepped forward and muttered, 'Alohomora'. Nothing happened. Cursing, the man took a step back, glancing uncertainly at the roaring storm overhead.

"State your name and business," a soft, drawling voice called from the gate.

The tall man took an excited step forward and said in a heavy French accent, "Pierre Bardou from France and Timothy Kettering from the United States, we are here to speak with Mr. Lucius Malfoy at his request..." There was a moment's pause; suddenly, the gates flew open, inviting the two men in. Exchanging an apprehensive glance, the two figures streaked towards the house, pulling their hoods over their faces in an attempt to shield themselves from the rain.

They reached a large, ornate, beautiful wooden door. This time, the shorter man stepped forward and knocked on the beautiful golden knocker; it had two serpents coiling around it. The moment the shorter man took a step back, the doors swung open. A tall, mustached servant greeted them with a bow. "Welcome, Monsieur Bardou and Mr. Kettering. Please, follow me; Master Malfoy is waiting for you."

The two men took off their sopping clothes and gave them to another servant; then, they proceeded to follow the server who had greeted them into the house. The house was huge; the servant took them through at least ten rooms before they reached the sitting room. All of the previous rooms were beautifully decorated, but nothing matched the sitting room. It had a large, gorgeous fireplace that seemed to be crafted with marble. Surrounding the fireplace were big, velvet plush chairs. There was a handsome oak table in between the chairs and the fireplace.

As the two men walked closer, they noticed that one of the plush chairs was occupied by a pale, blonde man. The two men reached the plush chair and gave the man a respectful bow. The man nodded and stood up, shaking both of the men's hands and piercing them with his bright gray eyes. After they shook hands, the man invited them to sit. Moments later, three cups of tea magically appeared on the wooden table.

"Welcome to my manor, Monsieur Bardou - " He nodded to the taller man, " - and Mr. Kettering - " He nodded to the shorter man, " - we have much business to discuss," His gray eyes glimmered in the firelight. "Now, please; tell me about your missions. Did you manage to find what I asked you to find? Have you received word from other countries about this object I so desire?"

"Mr. Berliner was unable to find the Pebble at the Durmstrang Institute," reported Mr. Kettering in his light American accent. "And Mr. Simpson was unsuccessful in locating the Pebble at the Australian College of Magical Education. I, myself, could not find the Pebble at the Salem Witches' Institute or the Barcelona University of Magic. The Flying Academy in Canada did not have the Pebble, either."

Mr. Malfoy nodded; his eyes moved to Monsieur Bardou.

"Beauxbatons Academy does not have the stone," Monsieur Bardou said. "I 'ave searched in Norway, Sweden, Finland, Italy... everywhere in Europe besides Spain. Except for England, of course..."

Mr. Malfoy dipped his head. "Then there is only one other option," he murmured, looking uncertain. "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. That should be easy enough for me to acquire; I have a grandson attending the school, you know. But, I am still in need of your services..." His eyebrows raised. "As you know, it is tough building a foundation for our movement. Our groundbreaking magical research can only be complete if I can get my hands on the Pebble, which I will soon enough, if my hunch is correct. Also, we need international recognition. That is where you two come in...

"The Great Britain Ministry of Magic is uncorrupt mainly due to Minister Shacklebolt and the strength of the Auror Office under Mr. - " He paused for a moment; there was a flicker of anger in his eyes. " - Potter. However, I understand that the other European Ministries, such as the French, Spanish, and Italian Ministries, are starting to become 'corrupt'. Is this correct, Monsieur Bardou?"

Monsieur Bardou nodded. "I 'ave been able to convert many people to our idea, Mr. Malfoy. The Europeans are not big fans of Muggle-borns; we like the thought of being more powerful than such commoners."

"Good," Mr. Malfoy said. He turned to Mr. Kettering. "And your efforts?"

"Unsuccessful in Australia, Canada and America," reported Mr. Kettering. "It's all a melting pot over there, so none of the countries really mind if there's an excess of Muggle-borns or if wizards are having children with Muggles," Mr. Kettering curled his lip in obvious disgust. "I've managed to win over a few traditional thinkers like myself, but I think that the movement will need to take hold in Europe and Asia before we move to the Americas and Australia."

"Fair point," Mr. Malfoy nodded. "As you all know, I myself am not even the leader of the revolution; it is mainly taking hold in the country of Germany. I work closely with the leader, however; you can say that I'm the leader of the British branch. Anyway, I can't do much because I'm under house-arrest here, so I'll need your help to spread the word."

"And what do we get in return?" asked Bardou.

"Glory," grinned Mr. Malfoy. "Power. If we can find the Pebble, we can multiply your wizarding power tenfold! With this Pebble, we'll be able to discover how exactly Muggle-borns crop up and how we can stop them. With this Pebble, we will have the ability to store other wizards' powers and keep them! In short, men; with this power, we will completely dominate the entire wizarding world!"

What exactly is the 'movement'? Will Lucius ever acquire this dangerous 'Pebble'? Find out by reading the book ;) I'd love some follows, favorites and reviews; they really encourage me to keep writing! Thank you x