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Chapter 1

Lord Voldmort paced in front of the fireplace at his old ancestral home the fire light dancing across his skin and the walls behind him casting distorted elonginated shadows all around him. Deep in thought, he stared into the flames. It was almost time for all of his plans to be put into order. He just needed to get into the room of prophesy and get ahold of that orb. Then everything would be his.

Looking up as a soft hesitant knock sounded he sneered at the door, as he signaled for the impertaint twit to enter.

It was just Peter Petigrew.

The rat nerviously looked up at Voldemort and then looked back down at his feet. "My..my Lord." he wimpered going to his knees and kissing the hem of Voldemorts cloak.

"What." Voldemort hissed.

"P..Potter has gone m...mi...missing from the muggles house." Peter stammered. "The muggles have all been murdered. They say that they were butchered."

Voldemort slowly turned round and glared at Peter. "Tell me why no one informed me of this?! Why hasn't anyone brought in Potter?!"

Peter quailed under the barrage of questions fearing for his life. His masters temper was one of renowned ferocity and viciousness.

"We just found out sir." Peter told him. "The muggle police arrived not to long ago and they found what was left of the bodies and no sign of Potter."

"Leave rat." Voldemort said. "Bring in Lucius and Bellatrix. I wish to speak to them personally."

Peter stood to leave making a hasty retreat to the door leading out and too safety, only to pause when he heard his name spoken one last time.

"Oh and Peter..." Voldemort called to him softly, dangerously, twirling his wand in hand before pointing it at him. "Don't interrupt me again with disappointing news...Crucio."

Peter hit the floor withering in agony, wishing for the thousandth time that he did not betray James and Sirius.

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Lucius and Bellatrix apparated in the the Dursley's kitchen, wands out, sences alert.

They had orders to look for Potter and to bring him in. Voldemort wanted him alive for what ever reason they didn't know. They just wanted him dead and out of the way so they could finally get rid of those drasted muggles and filthy mudbloods.

Lucius searched down stairs while Bellatrix went up stairs.

Walking into the living room Lucius stared. Everything was covered in blood.

By the looks of the splatter it must have been done with a knife or a cutting hex. What ever did it it wasn't pretty and there was a lot of anger behind it. Judging by the amount of blood sparayed every where.

Lucius felt a shiver go down his spine. Sure he may have cut down a few people in his time but never like this. He preferred quick clean and short. Most of the death eaters were like him in this particular aspect to. Most.

There were some who unlike him enjoyed, to a disturbing degree, not killing but slaughtering someone. They loved to hear them beg and scream for mercy. It brought them so much glee. So much power that they were literally drunk on it. But these were mad people. Insane people.

'Whoever did this is insane too.' Lucuis thought as he walked around the once spotless living room into the hall way leading to the stairs and the second story. He looked at the small cuboard door, a passing glance if you will, and felt shivers crawl up his spine. That cuboard was dark. It just oozed misery and hate.

Something was watching him. His every move. His every thought. He could feel it on the outskirts of his sences. It was engulfing him. It was in that cuboard. That damn cuboard.

Lucius went over to it under and swung the door open. Inside it was empty. He shook his head at his own nervousness. Get ahold of yourself Lucius. Just you and Bella are here. He thought to himself, trying to dislodge the uneasy feeling deep in his gut. Still....there really was something off about this house.

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Bellatrix waltzed up the stairs of the muggle house smiling gleefully at the blood spattered walls and rooms she passed.

It was simply perfect. Everything here was beautifull. The blood splattered walls just added to the allure. If only she could have been here when it had happened. She was sure it was a sight to be hold and it would just tickle her to no end.

She walked down the hall stopping to a door on her left it was slightly ajar and had yellow tape on it. Ripping aside the tape she pushed the door open completly and stepped into the room. It rank of old dried blood and piss. Whoever died here was tortured first. She grinned cruely.

After sweeping what appeared to be the parents and their sons room she went to the last room. The room at the end of the hall. Potter's room.

Bella noticed right off that the door was different than the others. After all what person would put deadlocks on a kids door. Especially a famous golden boy who had a rather large bank account.

Twisting the knob of the door she opened it and was suprised by what she saw. It was extremely small and had a matress on the floor for a bed a small night stand and a child desk. Other than that it was bare. The window had bars and appeared to be paddlocked as well. Turning around to look at the door she noticed a small cat flap on it.

'This is odd.' Bella thought to herself. She went over to the small closet and began to open it only to stop when a small giggle sounded from under the bed. Turning around to face the bed she she went over to it and crouched down as silently as she could, tightly gripping her wand in her hand and pulled up the sheet to look under the bed.

There was nothing there.

Bellatrix stood up, a frown marring her face and went to go back over to the closet when something suddenly clutched her ankle in a death grip. She looked down and screamed, kicking at the bloody hand attached to her trying to get it off. Its grip tightened painfully and she heard a loud sickening crack as her ankle broke. She screamed and threw a curse at the hand intending to sever it from its body when it disapeared in a flash back under the bed.

"Where are you, you little beast?!" She spat out. "I know your here. So come out."

A giggle came from the closet.

Whipping around she threw a blasting curse at the closet door, blowing it apart and embeding a few shards of wood into her and into the walls surrounding her.

"Come out Potter!" She yelled at the closet. "I know your there!"

Turning around slowly in a circle she called out softly. "Was it fun Potter? Did you like shredding your family?"

She went over to the desk and opened the drawers as she continued talking." Did you like hearing them scream and beg for mercy? Where are you Potter?"

Limping to the door Bellatrix was about to walk out when it slammed shut in her face and the single lightbulb sizzled out thrusting the room into complete darkness. She gasped sharply and pointed her wand infront of her lighting the tip of it so the room could have some light. Pointing it infront of her she caught a glimpse of a shadow on the wall and screamed.

It was cut short as her throat was ripped out by unseen hands. The last thing she heard was that childish giggle and the rasping gurgling noises her throat was making as she tried to breath.

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Hee hee here's the first chapter...Now I wonder who was that giggling and what will happen to Lucius and Voldemort. Can anyone guess what is going on? Cookies to the person who does....:D