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A Hierarchy to Kill For
Chapter 2: Realization of Different Kinds
She knew it. Death Eaters were going to be everywhere. No matter where she would turn, there would be people of "her kind" conversing with one another around the table while waiting for the Dark Lord to arrive. The sound of her mother, her stepfather, and Amadea's footsteps echoed in the large Dining Hall. It was lavish, with dark gray Italian Marble. The walls reflected the floor's color, dark, but relaxing. A golden chandelier dangled from the cieling. A long cherrywood table stood in the center of the Dining Hall. The group that was scattered around the Dining Hall table had a majority of the Death Eaters sitting down, several stood up. Amadea saw an older man with long platinum blond hair walk over to her stepfather, "Ah, Vilhelm, at last we meet. Thank you for volunteering to have our meeting here for a change." Greeting her stepfather with a quick handshake, he used his cane to keep himself properly standing up straight.
"It is no problem." Vilhelm said with a thick, russian accent. "I am honored to be housing the Dark Lord's meeting for tonight. There are enough rooms for everyone in this mansion. Our Lord shall be reciving the best, of course."
"Ah, yes, yes. Unfortunately, I will be away on business, but Narcissa and Draco will be staying." With that said, Lucius looked at Amadea. His icy-cold stare penetrated her soul, sending a shiver up her spine, "Well, Miss Amadea. I haven't seen you since you were..."
"Seven." Amadea replied with a smile, Lucius looked at her briefly, waving his hand, he replied.
"Yes. Now, if you'd be so kindly, I need to speak to your parents in private." Amadea nodded and walked away, rolling her eyes. She couldn't speak to many people, she really didn't know anyone inside and out here. The only one she talked to was Narcissa, but she was busy in conversation with her sister, Bellatrix. Walking towards an empty chair several seats away from the head of the table, she sat down, looking at her surroundings. She saw a brunette girl sitting next to a boy with the same hair color as Lucius' halfway down the table. His eyes were the color of a storm at sea. His defined jawline gave him the look of being stressed and tense. The girl's nagging tone made Amadea want to put a silencing charm on her. "Oh, Drakey! Don't you agree? Drakey?" The girl shook his arm, making him becomg angry.
"No. I wasn't even listening to you, and don't call me that stupid petname, we're not even dating."
"But D-"
"Enough, just quit it!" Draco snapped at her. Amadea looked up at him, "Draco? Well, he sure hasn't change his attitude. Still as cocky as the day we met.", Amadea thought to herself, making a snorting sound. Draco looked over to her, then turning his head back, doing a doubletake, he glanced over at her. Amadea looked at him, but was interrupted by her mother tugging at her arm, "Get up." She said bitterly, "The Dark Lord is coming. We have to look our best." Shoving her daughter in front of her, no sooner than when she had stopped, she saw the Dining Hall doors re-open to see several people walking behind a man.
The man had skin that was the color of death. His eyes were a reddish-yellow. He had the facial features that were almost serpent like. He was the man who was feared by all in the magical realm. He was Lord Voldemort. Amadea didn't seemed phased if you were to look at her, but down inside, she wouldn't dare look at him for more than a passing glance. When Voldemort walked, it was almost as if he wasn't walking, but more like he was floating. All of the sitting Death Eaters sprung from their chairs, quickly pushing them in as they did a bowing gesture to Voldemort. Amadea followed her parents' motions by bowing in front of him. "Vilhelm, Anette, and I'm assuming this is your daughter, Amadea. Such a wonderful place you have. I greatly appreciate your loyalty towards me, I wouldn't expect anymore." His raspy voice felt cold, it chilled Amadea to the bone, "Hopefully, we can induct your daughter as a Death Eater when it is the appropriate time, which shall be soon." Amadea's mother gasped joyfully.
"My Lord...", she put her hand on her chest, "that would be the greatest honor to our family. My daughter would love that very much."
"Good... Now, let us start with our meeting, we have much to discuss..." Voldemort walked toward the head of the table, motioning people to sit. "It has been nearly sixteen years since I tried to kill Harry Potter. For nearly sixteen years, I've had all of you been loyal to me, been by my side, and made sure I grew to be the strongest Dark Wizard in the world. This year, Harry Potter shall be mine, and I will be the one to kill him. This year, darkness shall win." With everyone applauding Voldemort's speech, Amadea clapped along with them, not because she wanted to, but because she always had to. This year, she knew she wasn't going to Hogwarts to go to a new school, she was going there to find a way for the Death Eaters to come and find Harry Potter.
