With school coming up, I want to try to get to Chapter 15 by the time. Chapter 15 should be my halfway point, or 2/3 of the ways through. Not sure how long I want this story to be.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or The Sorcerer's Apprentice.

Sweet Plans, Sweet, Sweet Plans

Horvath sat next to a man, wearing a black jacket. His name was… Oh, Horvath forgot the name of this creature already. It had something to do with wolves, like that dope friend of Stutlers' always saying about being an alpha or whatever. Horvath didn't care, they were his minions now. He was in league with a powerful wizard—not as powerful as himself, though. Horvath had no need to learn names, unless the Dark Lord instructs him too call his 'Death Eaters' by their names.

"Are we all present?" Voldemorts wand dangled between his fingers as he waved his hand up and down the row. "Good. First of all, I would like to introduce Maxim Horvath. My new, as the American Muggles say, colleague."

One woman, which Horvath didn't even bother to learn her name, stood up. She shot daggers at Horvath and his fur coat suit. "Him," she screeched, getting defensive. "What has he got, that I don't have, my Lord? I've been fateful to you since the beginning, if anyone deserves to stand by your side, it's me!" She pouted, slumping back into her seat.

Horvath couldn't help but chuckle, stupid girl. He looked towards the Dark Lord, whose face was unreadable, though Horvath could tell he was embarrassed and angry. "My apologies, Maxim." Voldemort motioned to the woman. "Bellatrix, just doesn't know your power."

"I'd be happy to take hers to acquire more." The sorcerer said in a amused, and serious tone.

"That won't be necessary, Maxim." Voldemort glanced at Bellatrix, a warning to keep her mouth shut. "Maybe, a demonstration would convince her."

"Gladly." Maxim Horvath stood up, slowly walking around the table, choosing what to do and who his victim would be. His eyes settled on a uncomfortable looking man, with bleach blonde hair that ran down his shoulders. "You."

Lucius Malfoy was not having a good day. And when the furred man pointed to him, his day got worst. "Me? My Lord." But Voldemort merely silenced the Malfoy, keen in what Horvath was going to do.

Horvath smiled. "Yes, you." He slowly made his way to Lucius, his beady black eyes glinting in a evil way. Maxim has a nasty sneer on his face as he approached.

All eyes were on Maxim Horvath, not sure what he was going to do. He has no wand, as it seemed. And only a cane with many trinkets on it, what was he going to do? Bop Lucius on the head like he was a rabbit.

The blue jewel on his cane glowed, and the American shot a plasma bolt at Lucius, knocking the blonde man onto the floor.

Some of the Death Eaters clapped nervously. Voldemort stood up to address the crowd. "Wonderful! You see, we have a sorcerer now, but sadly," Horvath sneered, knowing what was coming. "So does that fool Dumbledore."

Murmurs rippled amongst the followers, even Bellatrix was slightly impressed and scared at the same time. Lucius crawled back into his chair, his hair over his eyes and his face red in embarrassment.

Horvath cleared his throat. "Yes. And now, we must configure a plan to defeat my enemy and your enemy at the same time."

Bellatrix hissed. "Your enemy? So, we destroy your enemy and you ditch us here to fight off a crowd of angry wizards?" More murmurs arose, but were silenced immediately.

"My dear Bellatrix." Voldemort cooed to the woman on his left-hand side. "Of course its not like that. We're in with Horvath together, and Horvath is with us also." His red eyes darted to Horvath, trying for the third time in the hour to penetrate the mind of the man. But, his attempts were futile and he failed once again. With a hiss of annoyance, he muttered. "Right, Maxim?"

Maxim seemed to be lost in thought. "Hmm, yes, I am with you until enemies are destroyed." He vowed.

"Make him take the Unbreakable Vow." Bellatrix whispered, glaring at Horvath.

Voldemort seemed thoughtful at her words, but decided against it. At least, until he saw signs of Horvath looking like he was going to leave. "Bellatrix," he spoke in his soft voice, "I have faith in my friend, Maxim."

Horvath did not like this woman, and the Dark Lord trying to enter his brain was getting on his nerves. "Now, may we configure our plan?" He sat at the other end of the table.

Voldemort nodded. "I have a source, on the inside, who will keep us updated and he will bring an infiltration team inside of Hogwarts for a attack." He gestured to Lucius, and the woman he was sitting next to. "How's Draco?"

"Fine." The woman next to Lucius replied with determination.

"That's good." The Dark Lord smiled briefly. "You see, Maxim, there is not much we can do now. Even I believe your magic cannot penetrate the Hogwarts boundaries." He admonished, waving his hand again. "However, when the time comes, I want you to lead the raid."

"But, My Lord!" The man, whose name still hasn't come to Horvath, stood up. "I was going to lead that raid into the castle, once Draco found a way in, of course." He spoke gruffly, and even growled slightly.

Voldemort glared daggers at the man. "Fenrir." He said smoothly, and deadly. "I am the Dark Lord, Voldemort. I killed hundreds of people. I was the one you chose to follow. I tell who is leading and who is following, Fenrir, don't ever question me again." He looked around the room, a silent tension overcame them all. "Any of you."

Horvath inwardly smirked, he liked this Voldemort. Voldemort had respect, respect that Maxim dreamed of having among the Morganians. "Good." He said simply, standing up. "Is there a room where I may wash up, and spend the night?"

Voldemort looked at Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. "Well..?"

"O-O-Of course, My Lord." Lucius Malfoy stuttered. "W-Wormtail!"

A small, plump, man came into the room for the first time. He had a silver hand, and teeth that looked like a rat. "Yes?"

"Take this man to one of the un-used guest rooms." The blonde instructed the low-life servant.

"Of course, this way." Wormtail bowed, leading Horvath out of the room.

Horvath followed the man through the mansion, eyeing all the trinkets and valuables along the way. He might have to take some of the smaller items when he left, if he did the job right, he would leave a happy man with David Stutler dead, and Balthazar all alone in the world. Of course, as soon as Veronica saw his true power, she would come to him.

"Sweet plans, sweet, sweet plans." Horvath sighed, gaining a odd look from the rat-looking man.

A/N: Tada! Another chapter for all you fans. Another evil chapter for you Voldemort fans. *Pumps fist* I do hope you liked it, because it took me from 11 PM to 2 AM to write, along with distractions and all. I hope I got Voldemort and Bellatrix right, I think I did fairly well. Voldy might have been a bit, passive, but I have high doubts he would hurt Bellatrix or Fenrir, they are his loyalist. ;3 Another chapter coming soon, and possibly another Harry Potter story! I dunno, I've been having plot bunnies. U.U (Chapter edited on 1/8/2013)