A/N: So it's been a while, I hope you've been anticipating this, because I have!

Footnotes:

1) When I mention Asia, I include: Middle East, Asian Countries (ie: Philipines, China, Japan, those kinds...) but I do not include Russia.

2) Gabrielle will play a VERY important role in this story.. Just you wait and see!

Thank you too all who had reviewed, I hope you continue to do so!

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!

Night In The Castle: A Darkness Decided

Chapter Two: She's Gonna Lose His Head

Ron Weasley was a very rude and selfish person. All his life he had been overshadowed by his five older brothers who seemed to be so much greater than he was. Even worse was that his younger sister also seemed to outshine him in everything she did as well. He was getting desperate. Desperate for the attention that he believed he so rightly deserved, especially since Harry bloody Potter had enough of it.

He hated that Harry Potter had more than enough money, so much that he would probably never even spend it all in two life times. So when Albus Dumbledore came to him before first year telling him that he needed someone to let him in on the going on's in Harry Potter's life, he jumped at the chance. Especially since Dumbledore offered to pay him a handsome sum of money for every little piece of information he gave him. For a while he thought that maybe, just maybe he could actually be Harry Potter's friend, but after a while of bringing Dumbledore information and receiving money in return, he soon began to see this as a business venture; A very high paying one.

The Weasley family had been around for centuries, and Ron strongly believed that they deserved wealth and fame. They were a Pureblood family that deserved to have their place marked in history as a strong and proud family that was up there with the likes of the Malfoy family; but he knew that that wouldn't be possibly unless he gained money and influential friends, because the other Pureblood's would only see a poor common Pure-blooded family that didn't have enough money for one person to live comfortably, let alone nine. Hell, they did not even have an Ancestral home to call their own.

He was mad that his own type of people looked down on him. His blood was just as pure as theirs was, so why didn't he have the same respect from them, that they demanded from him?

Ronald had heard most, if not all of the old Pureblood children's stories that every other child had, including the one about the mystical race called the Corrin, and along with that fable the children were usually told of the prophecy that was told along with it, that when the Corrin would rise again, many of the Pureblood's would disappear, only to reappear with more power than anyone could ever imagine. In the summer when many Pureblood's started to drop out of the public's eye, many journalists and historians believed that this was the beginning of the rise of the Corrin, but Albus Dumbledore had easily put down many peoples concerns stating that it was nothing but a wives tale. Oh how wrong he was.

Matriarch D'Amour sneered at herself in the mirror; how could she allow the deaths of a strong Veela family like that? How could she allow some little upstart Emperor kill so easily? She had promised herself after Grindelwald that she wouldn't bow before anyone ever again, and she would stick to her word! She heard the window blow open, and she turned quickly to see her expensive silk drapes flapping about in the fall wind.

She turned to face her mirror again and was forced to the wall as a hand covered her mouth, her heart beat quickened as five shadows came out of no where, one of which was holding her to the wall and covering her mouth. "Well, well, well Matriarch D'Amour what a pleasure it is to meet you!" the voice said with suave and grace. "I don't suppose you know who I am, so allow me to introduce myself; I am Lord Regulus Black, Lord of the Corrin Empire, Right hand of Emperor Isengard at your service." As he finished he gave a small bow and smiled charmingly at her.

She wanted to scream, she wanted to yell, she wanted her guards to come and rescue her from these barbarians, but she couldn't. She knew that if she yelled, she would be killed instantly by these men. She knew that they wanted something from her, and knew that if she didn't at least hear them out, that she would probably be killed and they would probably make it look like a suicide.

Lord Black dropped his charming smile, and a cruel sneer came upon his face, "Its unfortunate that it had to come to this, you see I have come here to warn you that it would be in your best interest that you send a missive to Emperor Isengard begging for your life, and declaring you and your race's undying loyalty to him and his cause." Regulus nodded to the man covering her mouth to remove his hand, she drew herself up and straightened out her robes, "And why pray tell would it be in my best interest to do as you say?" she asked it with such bitterness that it seemed like the words stung at her tongue as they came from her mouth.

He smiled knowingly, "If you don't do this, then I shall personally hunt down every single being with even a drop of Veela blood; and slaughter them." He watched her reaction. Her face became guarded as her eyes gained an angry glint in them, he knew he had hit a very, very sensitive spot in the woman, and he knew that she would be infuriated with him. He watched her calm herself down internally before she began speaking, "What of those who have already joined your cause?"

Lord Regulus Black smiled and spoke quietly but clearly so everyone in the room could hear him, "Emperor Isengard's will is not something to disobey, his word is law." Matriarch D'Amour watched as right before her very eyes all five beings disappeared, as if they had never been there, with her heart beating fast she sat down at her desk and started to pen a letter.

He was a predator, hunting his prey. The very prey that he had been hunting and tormenting for the last five years and tonight would be the night he would strike. His night; that's what he would call this, he would be given praise by his Master, and he would show everyone else that he was not incompetent, he would show them that he would be able to carry out orders effectively, that he was a value to the Empire.

The prey was foolish, walking around in the dead of night without having charms on that would alert him to someone watching, but then again, that could be just because Granger just was not here to put those charms on for him. It was wide knowledge that he was pretty much useless at magic, which was a shame because he did have very good blood.

Draco felt the magic spring up throughout his body, it twirled visibly around his hand in a green glow. He knew that his blood was part of the reason he was so powerful. He held the blood of two of the oldest Bloodlines in him, and with it came intoxicating power. He knew that he would be hard to match in a fight, especially against a Weasley. Draco raised his hand towards Weasley's back, with the intent of releasing the magic he had built up inside of him at Weasley; Weasley must have sensed something, because at the last minute he had dodged and raised a very weak shield, which blocked the attack Draco had sent.

"Malfoy? What the hell are you doing?" Weasley asked incredulously, Draco only sneered and raised his hand and fired off another Magic blast towards his head. Weasley raised another Protego this one was stronger than the last, but did not have the power to stop the brunt of the attack. Weasley was thrown into the wall roughly; he crawled to his knees and coughed up blood. Draco smiled and raised his hand again for his final attack; Weasley looked up from the ground just in time to see the dark green energy of Draco's attack hit him directly in the face.

Draco looked around the hall, he knew that he was late; he was kept from his true mission, his true purpose. He needed to get going, lest he upset Emperor Isengard with his tardiness.

"… Last week the world stood still as all the current world leaders were assassinated at the World Leaders Gala last week on September 1st, and now we are faced with turmoil as every day more and more people are being killed, more and more are being assassinated, countries that once held peaceful ties to each other, are now pointing nuclear warheads, what kind of world are we coming into? Will our people be safe? Will we survive the upcoming war…"

-Exert from: The National Post, September 10th 1996

"… Months ago, China had closed it border and called back all of their peoples that had been outside of the country, weeks after, every other Asian country had followed suit, but now as it sits we have learned that all across Asia, a genocide has occurred, their population has dropped significantly since then…"

-Exert from: The World Times, September 21st 1996

"…Our fears have been confirmed, Asia has resurfaced to face the world, but not as Asia, now they are a part of some new Empire that has been built, an Empire that's been called The Corrin Empire, they claim that they serve some Emperor Isengard…"

-Exert from: The Globe & Mail, September 26th 1996

General Ping Li stood in his office in central Asia, and looked out onto the city below; to the right thousands of people were tearing down the buildings and clearing the land, to the left new buildings were being built, in futuristic roman look, it had been a few weeks since Lord Black and Blaise Zabini came to their country and convinced the Magical population to join their grand Empire, after they had joined, the rest of Asia followed, Emperor Isengard had actually came to their country and did the proper rituals to convert the people into Corrin, afterwards they had all felt amazing, they were the first province of the Empire, they held true power.

All over Asia the old cities and buildings were being torn down and rebuilt into the futuristic roman style buildings that Hong Kong now sported, it was simply exhilarating to see, and even more to walk through.

Beeping came from the desk behind him, he turned and pressed the small button on the circular device, a small holographic avatar of Lord Greyback appeared, "General, how are the activities preceding in the mother land?" he asked with a sharp tone, "Excellent my Lord, we are almost ready for anything his Lord Emperor Isengard could need."

Lord Greyback smiled at that, "Good, be prepared for us to convene their soon, you shall be the center of our magnificent shipyards, you shall soon be overseeing the construction of our grand airships." General Ping Li stood their shocked, he would be over seeing the construction of thousands of airships, he would become part of the center of the war, it would be up to him to construct anything that General Theodore Nott designed, he was giddy with anticipation, "Thank you, My Lord, this is the most pleasing news I've heard! I can not wait to get started!"

Lord Greyback smiled at the man, "Good, be prepared, I'll be there in a week."

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