Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
The black waves curled and catapulted themselves against the ancient stone walls of the Hogwarts castle, the air freezing to the touch as if their where a dementor present, deep inside away from the harshness of the elements a family with hair of near phoenix shade gathered around a bed, It was the Weasleys and they had come to the castle in order that they may know of Ron's death. The hospital wing was filled with loud twisted wailings from the matriarch, tears falling without resilience. Mr Weasley's right hand strokes his dead sons hair, they had been betrayed and that struck the family deep, their sadness mixed with anger and dark thoughts; revenge would come ,revenge against Harry and Hermione!
A few floors above them Albus Dumbledore sat at his desk, his head in his hands, elbows planted upon the cool wood of the desk; what were they going to do now, their hope had fallen to darkness and taken with him Miss Granger. Fawkes sang a long mournful note, we have no choice Albus whispered into the air, "we have to keep fighting and if we die so be it, I cannot betray those who look to me and care for me, not again." His mind drifted back just to fragments of his love, tears fell, "Forgive me Gellert."
The taste and sensation of the hot early grey flooded Harry's mouth and senses, it caused his muscles to relax, taking a deep breath he started his report to His Master and Bellatrix, "It is gone, we reduced the Burrow to the ground, but unfortunately only Ronald, the youngest son was at the site, the rest were absent, as such I feel they will try to retaliate" Voldermort nodded, his eyes expressing his frustration as his mind worked figuring the next moves, "It may be a crazy suggestion, but why don't we take the fight to them, I'm not suggesting Hogwarts but maybe a ministry owned building or one belonging to an order member" Harry turned to Hermione with a slight smirk, she stroked his cheek, "I know you want to show off honey , so why not now and keep the attacks coming until they are overwhelmed and helpless?" Voldermort and Bellatrix both smirked at each other; the next generation were blood thirsty and powerful and important and useful combination, "My apprentice kneel" Harry fell down onto one knee before his master, his right arm extended, with his palm up Voldermort unclipped Harry's black shirt cuff and rolled the material back, his skin almost glowed pale contrasting with the black ink of the tattooed languages upon his skin. Pushing a very very small portion of his magic to his arm the tattoos began to glow blue they swirled and squirmed some of the text forming a snake, Voldermort touched said snake; throughout the World all his followers felt the draw to return to their master and as such followed it upon pain of death by their own magic.