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Malfoy stomped through the dark woods furiously, thinking of nothing but Goyle and how pleasant it would be for his fist to come in contact with his rounded, arrogant face. How dare he talk about his parents like that!! Malfoy remembered bitterly of the times when he was the one who had control over Goyle, not the other way around. He was supposed to be the leader. The one who was supposed to rise above all!

His parents, Lucius and Narcissa had tried to make a run for it after the Dark Lord had declared the infamous Harry Potter dead. Of course, all of the pathetic little Death Eaters thought that it was the end. They believed that the Boy Who Lived was no more. Draco was shocked to find out later that Potter had somehow come back from the dead. It was ridiculous, how those rumors spread about Potter. He had refused to believe it. But then, Lord Voldemort's devoted followers had found them.

The Death Eaters had committed their lives to the Dark Lord. And when he fell for the last time, they had nothing more to do. Their whole lives were about the Dark Lord. After his shocking death, the Death Eaters were lost as to what they should do. Unlike before when Lord Voldemort's famous killing curse had rebounded, his followers were not as devoted. They had served him out of fear and desire for power. But as the years passed, the closest of servants had seen the Dark Lord as their leader, their master. A leading figure that would lead them into a new world full of purebloods, a new world where the mudbloods to be underneath the real wizards.

Of course, many of the Death Eaters were caught by the Aurors and were sent to Azkaban shortly after Potter had defeated Lord Voldemort. Malfoy thought it stupid how the Ministry of Magic still confided in Azkaban. The time when the prison was feared was long gone. The concept of the Dementor's Kiss was still frightening, yes, but mass outbreaks from Azkaban had occurred in the past, usually under the Dark Lord's order. It had all started when Sirius Black had escaped. His famous escape wasn't just some interesting news made to entertain and surprise the wizarding community. Perhaps it was for some, but for the Death Eaters, it was a sign that Azkaban had its faults.

Malfoy and his parents were already out of the country and starting a new life. A life without ruthless killings, death threats, constant fear of being killed. But this happiness did not last long as a new dark wizard had arisen. The Malfoy family had no idea, as they had cut off all connections with the dark wizards and the wizarding world as a whole. They thought that it would be best to lie low for awhile, amongst the muggles where famous dark wizards such as the Malfoys were to be never found. They were wrong, however.

Thinking sourly of the moment when the Death Eaters had found the Malfoys and had told them mockingly of their new lord, Draco came to a halt. He was deep in the woods, now. The air was hazy and smelled mossy. The trees around him were so tall that the sky was almost invisible. There were howls in the distance, crunching sounds of the footsteps made by the magical creatures, and the howls of the cold wind. More bitter memories, he thought. Yes, Malfoy was standing in the middle of the Forbidden Forest on Hogwarts grounds.

"Why is she here? Explain this, Goyle!" Durin snarled, looking suspiciously at the unconscious Jay who was tied up by ropes which were done manually. "Seriously, we all know that you're a dunderhead, but you could've just stunned her, you idiot."

Durin was one of the new Death Eaters that had joined ever since their new lord had taken the place of Lord Voldemort. He had a menacing look, a basic requirement for one to become a Death Eater. His long, unkempt black hair gave him a deranged look, and his unshaven face didn't help either. He was middle aged like most of the Death Eaters, but he had a childish scowl on his face.

"Stop fucking around. Of course, I stunned her. And bloody hell I did, too!" Goyle started to protest. He looked around the dark room and at each of the Death Eaters' faces. They all had bags under their eyes as if they hadn't slept for weeks and an untidy look that promoted their fearsome appearance. The room was dimly lit by a couple of candles on a small table that they were all sitting around. Goyle thought it was best to continue the meetings at Malfoy Manor again as they had before, but the new lord had taken an unexpected liking to the house.

"So what was the problem, eh? Can't even perform a simple stunning spell. Ha!" laughed Durin and others followed that included Mulciber, Rosier, Nott, and the Carrows. Hartfelt was the only one who remained silent, as he always was. He was the youngest of the Death Eaters and the only one who looked clean and domesticated.

"A nasty little witch got the best of you, eh, Goyle?" taunted Amycus, and laughter erupted from the table. They all looked at him with mock and ridicule. All but Hartfelt, who usually expressed no emotions. Goyle had been granted authority over some of the Death Eaters, but it was amusing for them to tease him, nonetheless.

"No! I stunned her and she somehow reflected the spells back!" Goyle argued. "She didn't use a Shield Charm, either. In fact, she didn't even have her wand."

"What the hell are you blabbing on about, Goyle? Of course, she had her wand. There are these things called nonverbal spells." Durin mocked him once again. A series of chuckled echoed the small room that they were all sitting in. They watched in amusement as Goyle fumed in anger.

"The most logical explanation for this is that she was wearing clothing that has anti-jinx protection. I believe it was Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes that first started the idea?" Harfelt had proposed the idea quietly in his low, deep voice. Although he was the youngest of them all, he was always collected and calm and often came to the best conclusion.

The room became quiet as the Death Eaters looked at the young Hartfelt in approval and jealousy. Even though his actions did not suggest anything offensive, they all hated him for exactly this reason. He would be serious and use his wits to outsmart them all without even meaning to.

"Ah, that's our Hartfelt. Always thinking logically like a robot." Said Rosier, trying to lighten the mood. Goyle, however, was nodding, glad that Hartfelt's theory had excused his failure at stunning the girl.

"But if the spells did not work, Goyle…" Hartfelt continued in his monotone voice, "How did you manage to get her unconscious? I am hoping that her facial wound doesn't have anything to do with it." There, clearly visible through her dark black hair, was a big reddish-purple blotch on Jay's face.

"Ah, being a softie again, Hartfelt? I've told the King that you aren't fit to be one of us. But obviously he liked your wits better than your strength." Teased Mulciber. The others nodded, unable to comprehend why Hartfelt did not approve of harming others. Clearly, that's all the Death Eaters did. Torture and kill. He was certainly young, of course. But it was ridiculous how he was seen as a part of the notorious, fearful Death Eaters.

"Your unreasonable opinions… They don't concern me." Hartfelt said formally and swept across the room, leaving with a quick swish of his cloak. The others sighed at his foolishness and resumed to question Goyle.

"So what was she doing at Gregorovitch Wands? Found out anything about the Elder Wand? Or the Hallows?" Nott pressed on. The others looked at the heavily built Goyle in anticipation. It was their ultimate goal to find out what the Dark Lord was pursuing. They had caught the words 'Elder Wand' and 'Hallows' during the Dark Lord's final duel with Potter. It was impossible at that time to threaten the answer out of the boy and his companions as they were heavily outnumbered after the Dark Lord's downfall. The Death Eaters' power was progressing now, but the Potter boy and his companions were nowhere to be found. They had disappeared, of course.

"Well? Gregorovitch had something to do with the Elder Wand, did he not?" Nott pressured on. Goyle shifted uncomfortably as the others stared at him, desperate for some information.

"Er, no. I had to have the girl under my control and because the spells weren't working, I had to knock her out, didn't I?" he looked questioningly at the Death Eaters in the room whose expressions changed to be furious.

But before the outraged Death Eaters could even whip out their wands, the door slammed open and Karls, another new Death Eater walked in swiftly. "Prepare for a meeting. The King, the Darkest Lord is here."

A/N: Ooh, getting suspenseful here, huh?
 I'm on Spring Break, so I'll be writing this whole week, so check for new updates!