Chapter one

Son of the evil

Sebastian

That day Sebastian Rowle woke with dislike. He was dreaming that there was the last mud-blood on the earth and he had the honour to kill him. With great involuntary he got up and went to the kitchen. His brother Matthew was there, eating omelette. Sebastian didn't like him at all. It was a little brat that his mother had with that Boot. Her, he though, third husband. He ended up like these before him. Sebastian´s father was the only wizard, whom his mother loved.

She didn't have any photos, but she always said that he takes after him. So he could make a clear picture. He had dark, nearly black eyes and dark hair. And personal charm too. Sebastian knew it well. He had his own fan club in Hogwarts.

When he and his mother probably her sixth husband and that brat went, not anybody would guest that Matthew belonged to them. His head was decorated with light brown hair and his cheerful smile was joined by blue eyes. Like the sky. Sebastian hated the sky.

Mother arrived to the room. She was brushing her long black hair and she wore a proud smile. Then her gaze fell on Matthew.

"How much do you think I paid for these eggs you sqiub, I wanted to make them to Charles, wait, Terry, no Larry for breakfast. Go buy new ones and for your own," screamed she. Matthew got up and went to his room. When he returned, he was wearing outdoor clothes and in his hands were money.

"Goodbye," said he with his terribly nice voice, which annoyed Sebastian. Then he called out from the door: "I'm going to stop by in the Diagon Alley. I have to buy some things to school."

Sebastian was trying not to think about it, but Matthew was in Gryffindor. The only thing that could make him better in Sebastian's eyes was if he ended up in Slytherin. Gryffindor, that was catastrophe. So yes, he was a brat

Mother poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down to the table. "I shouldn't had start anything with that Boot," she exclaimed. Then she looked at Sebastian. "It's time."

"Time for what," he asked. Mother didn't answer, instead she putted on a black cape and gave another to him.

"Time to take the position that your father left you."

He didn't know what she was talking about, but during twenty-five years of his life he learned to trust her. His mother always wanted only the best for him. So he putted on the cape and they apparated together.

When he looked again he saw little village graveyard. His gaze fell on the gravestone in a front of him. There were written names Mary, Thomas and Tom Riddle. He knew that surname, but he couldn't remember from where.

He turned to his mother. "What are we doing here?"

Mother smiled proudly again: "I want to tell you the truth about your father. I know you don't know much, but trust me, it was better like that. Now you can ask me anything." Sebastian thought for a moment.

"Was he a pure-blood wizard?" She always said that the best wizard is the pure-blood one. Of course he couldn't talk about it in school. There everyone says that all the wizards are equal.

"No, he wasn't and he was not proud about it. His father was a muggle, but his mother on the other hand was from an old wizarding family." It struck him. He always thought about him like about pure-blood. He asked another question, the one that will change his life forever.

"What was his name?"

Mother's proud smile got even bigger and she answered:"At first his name was Tom Riddle, but most of the wizards know him as Lord Voldemord, or He-who-must-not-be–named.

Sebastian nearly fainted. His role model, the greatest wizard in history, was his father. That explained everything. His mother took out a wand. It wasn't hers.

"Your father's wand, he wanted me to give it to you and send you to him. But that didn't work out." Her face bore a look of sadness. Sebastian took the wand in his hand. When he touched it sparkled and he could fell the same warm feeling like when he had choosen his own wand at Ollivanders.

"And you couldn't tell me at home," he asked.

"No. I have waited too long for the revenge. Now it can finally begin."

Sebastian fell a big urge to agree with her." How do you want to reach it." Mother's proud smile changed to the knowing one.

"As you now, your father had a lot of followers, who had called themselves The Death Eaters. Some of them had stopped believing in him," she frowned with disgust, "but some stayed faithful to his goals, even in secret, but still. I am sure that under a strong leader the could unite again and clean this world from that filthy mud-bloods. The leader means you. He would have wished that." Sebastian started to think. If he becomes the leader, he will have all he ever wished for. The world without mud-bloods, yes he always wished that.

"OK, how do we call them? Do you have the Mark?" Mother rolled her sleeve and he saw swirling Death Mark. He touched it with father's wand and immediately people started to apparate around them. They all wore a face of confusion. The last one was a man with fair hair, so fair that they were nearly white. From his face stared confusedly two light blue eyes. He apparated away when he looked around. Coward. Sebastian counted eight people.

One of them spoke out after a moment. It was a stocky man around sixty. "Who called us? Was it you Aurelia. Why?" he asked confusedly.

Mother smiled at him: "Today is the famous day of a return of the Death Eaters to England," she breathed in," under the leadership of my son Sebastian. I think it's time for him to claim the position his father left him. And by the way, thank you for not speaking."

"Nobody asked. It will be a big surprise for them. I agree with your plan. I have enough of that life away. And Azkaban too. So are you excited Sebastian?" Sebastian felt like in a dream.

"You don't know how much. We will end with mud-bloods and blood traitors." With those words he raised his new wand and a Mark of Death swirled on the sky.