Prologue
The night was cold.
An icy wind rustled through the trees, and the new moon's light
shone down weakly. If you looked carefully you could still see the shadow of
the full moon, as if it was cradling the new in its arms.
Deep in the unnamed forest, twelve figures in dark robes circled
around a fire.
These were the first of the Death Eaters. More would come soon,
when they were told of the Dark Lord's revival.
In the center stood the Dark Lord Voldemort himself and next to
him the rat-like Peter Pettigrew. Voldemort waited until all of them were
standing in the clearing before doing anything. He was still getting used to
owning his own body, and not leeching off another's. It felt strange having so
much freedom.
The Dark Lord waved his hand almost carelessly and all at once the
pile of twigs beside him burst into wickedly burning flames. It was but an
example of his power, showing his followers that he needed not a flimsy wand to
do his magic. As expected, most jumped back in fear, not expecting him to be so
powerful, so soon.
He watched as they brushed themselves down hastily and leapt back
to where they had been -pretending nothing out of the ordinary had happened at
all.
"Lucius," the Dark Lord called out suddenly, and from the circle
stepped one of his most faithful and obedient followers, a man named Lucius
Malfoy.
"Yes Lord?" he asked, bowing his blonde head neatly. The light
reflected off his hair, turning it orange with the fire's flickering light.
"Your son. . ." Voldemort hissed, in his gravely voice, "What is
his age. . .?"
"Sixteen, my Lord" Lucius replied, bowing yet again.
"Then he is nearly of age. . . Have you told him of my plans?"
Lucius shook his head. "No, but if you wish I will. Just say the
word and I will obey."
The Dark Lord smiled, his face contorting into a deathly mask of
pure ugliness. "No... Leave him. . . He does not need to know of his destiny
just yet. . ."
"Very well my Lord." Lucius said and stepped backward, to his
place in the circle. For the rest of the night they discussed their plans. Soon
the whole world would know that Voldemort was back, and more terrifying than
ever.
Or at least he would be, as soon as they found that one object.
That one thing Voldemort needed to become whole again, and of course, they
needed Lucius' son.
The Death Eaters left as soon as the first rays of sunlight filled
the dark sky, all but one. He had ordered Peter to stay behind, and Peter had
done as he asked.
Visibly quivering.
Seeing this the Dark Lord let out a harsh laugh. "You have nothing
to fear from me right now Wormtail, I simply need you to do a little job. . ."
And with that the Dark Lord proceeded to tell Peter what was needed of him.
Meanwhile, back at Malfoy Manor sixteen year old Draco Malfoy slept
on, ignorant of the fate the would soon befall him. Oblivious to the dark
decisions he would have to make.