"The dark lord has organized you all here to this meeting on one account," announced a dark, deep voice. "This one account is actually one word: death. That one word shall be created plural: deaths. We shall command the wizarding community with darkness. We shall rule over everything and everyone as our master would like us to. We shall stick the Death Eaters' title into the household and mind of every living wizard and witch. We shall prevail."

The dark voice was answered by monstrous screams, meaning agreement.

The dark voiced man lowered his cape and revealed his face. This was a man with long, blonde hair, and the emotion over his face revealed pure evil, as the dark blue eyes watched over the people he called the Death Eaters.

It was the dark lord's call for the man to lead over the Death Eaters until he had returned from his mission. The dark lord was rushing about, searching for the rest of his Horcruxes. He wanted to protect them and create new places for them so the young, brave, and bold hero, Harry Potter, the boy who lived, and who is now called the Chosen One, would not be able to find them. The dark lord's name was Lord Voldemort.

The Death Eaters listening to the strong and powerful announcement began to scatter, most Apparating away. The only four Death Eaters left were the blonde haired man, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Lucius's wife, Severus Snape, and Bellatrix Lestrange. The four congregated to have a small chat.

"We've murdered," said Snape, with his dry voice, "Albus Dumbledore, Sirius Black, Cedric Diggory, and a twitchy professor by which we have all forgotten already. We've basically murdered every person important to the Potter boy, but, is it really time to kill him?"

"Of course we should!" exclaimed the crazed looking Bellatrix. "The dark lord failed to murder him when he was a child, so why not do it now? I am outraged with the fact that we have to kill every single wizard or witch before him!"

"I actually agree with the dark lord's plan," reported Lucius in his dark tone. "Kill all the good ones just to get rid of them. That way, there's more evil than good."

"It's a fairly great idea, I actually think," said Narcissa. "Sometimes you may have to be patient with the way things go, Bellatrix, especially the evil things. They seem to take longer periods of time."

To that, Bellatrix gave a snarling look to Narcissa, but nobody had noticed since her face looked exactly the same anyway.

"Lucius," came in Snape, "I forgot that I wanted to have a word with you about...your son. Well, I think that it was almost a terrible idea to have him join the Death Eaters—"

"Nonsense!" butted in Lucius. "He's perfect for the Death Eaters, absolutely perfect!"

"Well," continued Snape, "seeing that you successfully escaped from Azkaban, I see that there will be no matter for Draco's service to be continued. He pulled us back and gave us away to most of those annoying little students at the pathetic Hogwarts school, so why keep him?"

Lucius gave no response but a self-obsessed look on his face.

Narcissa's face gave the feeling of relief. "Lucius, it would be a wonderful idea, I think. He is much too young to be fighting with the Death Eaters. He could get killed."

Lucius decided to give an argument in return. "Did you know, since you are the mother of the flesh we shall call Draco Malfoy, that he is coming of age? He is becoming more mature. And, if death follows, so be it. At least he fought for the dark lord himself."

"But...but Lucius—"

"I said he shall stay!" Lucius roared back. This brought an awkwardly long and silent pause.

Snape's face suddenly lightened up. "Well, since I being a pathetic potions teacher for all my lousy years spent at Hogwarts, I certainly do know how to quickly create...Felix Felicis."

Narcissa's face beamed. "That would be wonderful, Severus! I cannot believe none of us ever had thought of that!"

Bellatrix decided to quickly change the subject. "How shall we murder all of these people when security now is at an all-time high?"

"With Felix Felicis in our hands," said Lucius, "there shall be no problem with that. The prophecy told us everything, and it will come true."