A/N: Hello there! This isn't my first fanfic, but this is probably going to be the first fanfic completely from the Dark Wizard's POV. I hope you like it. The chapters WILL get longer with each chapter. I think.

Dark Wizards, Evil Kings and Powerful Spells Oh My!

Prologue

A hooded figure looked around the circular table. In the other nine seats were other hooded people.

"He is taking too long," hissed the figure. "I agree," concurred a figure sitting two seats away to his left. "What should we do?" asked another. "Send a messenger," responded the first figure. "And whom shall we send," asked the other one. The first figure groaned and muttered a barely audible, "I hate these people..." Louder, he replied, "Send Korath. He is the most powerful of the messengers."

"Very well," replied a figure at the end of the table. The first figure rose and everyone else copied his movements. "This meeting of the Council of the Darkness is adjourned. We will send the Dark Messenger Korath to the Dark Lord Voldemort, and we will see what he says." All ten of the hooded figures exited the room, and all was bathed in darkness.

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Tom Marvolo Riddle, AKA Dark Lord Voldemort looked slowly around the room. His Death Eaters, now several short, were quaking with fear. They normally didn't do that. They just usually trembled. They were quaking in terror.

"So, has ANYONE of you imbeciles found Potter yet?" asked the malevolent figure on his Dark Throne. One of the Death Eaters stepped forward, kneeled and replied, stammering, "N-n-n-n-o, m-my l-l-l-or-d. W-we—"The kneeling Death Eater with a silver hand was abruptly cut off as he started screaming. Voldemort didn't even smile as put the Cruciatus Curse on Wormtail, as he usually did.

"I have given you a month to figure out where he is, and you still don't know where he is?! Fine. He is not my main priority right now. He's still probably wallowing in grief. Well, my Death Eaters, since the idiot Fudge has finally admitted our return, the time for stealth is over," began Voldemort. Some Death Eaters looked confused. "The time for stealth is over," continued Voldemort. "The time for open war has begun. Macnair!"

A stout, Death Eater jumped, kneeled and asked, "Yes my lord?"

"You are now in charge of recruiting Wizards and Witches from England. Depart now and begin immediately!" commanded the Dark Lord. Macnair quickly left the room. "Crabbe! Goyle! You two are in charge of...well, since you're both stupid and useless..." Voldemort smiled wickedly. He raised his wand, and pointed it in their direction, and intoned, "Avada Kedavra." A small beam of intense green light shot out of his wand and struck Crabbe, instantly killing him.

Voldemort then pointed his wand at Goyle and said, "Imperio." Goyle's eyes turned glassy. Then he took out his own wand, pointed it against his temple and said sluggishly, "Avada Kedavra." He too, fell over dead and collapsed on top of Crabbe. Voldemort smirked and said, "there, two dead useless Death Eaters. I have no use for idiots in my service. Starting tomorrow each of you will begin training yourselves in magic again. Study everything. Now, back to assignments." He turned towards Severus.

"Severus, your task is to begin brewing healing potions, poisons and Explosive Concoctions. I want two batches of healing potions each day starting in two days, poisons as soon as you can get, and Explosive Concoctions in three days, every three days in two batches. Got that?" asked Voldemort

"Yes, my lord," replied Snape and headed for the door.

"Did I tell you to leave, Snape?" Three seconds of screaming and two seconds later, Snape left. Voldemort smirked again. Then he turned and looked down at Nagini and hissed in Parseltongue,

"Nagini, go around and sssstart ssssearching and recruiting for sssnakes that will aid ussss in our caussssse." Nagini replied in the affirmative and slithered away. Voldemort quickly dismissed the rest of the Death Eaters and retired to his room. It had been a long day, but now he was taking steps to insure he would win this time.

Last time, he had killed too many Muggles and not enough Wizarding folk. Well that won't happen this time. Voldemort closed his eyes, brought up his impenetrable Occlumency shields, meditated for a bit, and finally went to sleep.

A/N: Well, that's it! Reviews are very much appreciated. I'll post a chapter about a day or every two days. Depends. Bye bye!