Hello,

Welcome to my first and new story. This will be a slow burn. Please do let me know what you think in reviews/comments. This will be cross-posted on FFN as well. I will be posting new chapters on a Friday evening unless said otherwise, however there is a conflict on the 28th. The 1st chapter will be posted either the evening of the 27th or the morning of the 29th.

There will be triggers along the way as this story progresses, I will let you know in the authors notes at the start of the chapter so if you wanted to skip the chapter you can. I'll just give a quick recap at the begin of next chapter for those who missed it.

Triggers: Character Death and Torture. Read at your own discretion.

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Prologue

March 2000

The chamber itself was not unique in any way, the walls not holding a piece of art or even anything of significance to the owner, much like the rest of the house. Inside the room to one side there was a fireplace which was filled with damp coal, suggesting that it might not have been used in a while. This would have certainly explained the coldness felt within the room. The rest of the space was empty, all except a long table.

There in the centre of the room was a lengthy dark mahogany table which was filled with various men and women of different backgrounds. A couple of them within the room just screamed of riches and sophistication where others did not. Some even had a crazed look about them. Nevertheless, one of the few things they all had in common was that they were all dressed in dark robes which blended them into the bleak setting of the area. Where they were seated there were only a few candles that lit up the grim, cold room, not adding any warmth to the scene before them.

Among those was a man, if you could even call him that, sat at the head of the table. He oozed confidence, dominance, and seniority with those within his presence. That was just looking at him; if one were to speak to him would know that he had a power about him that no one would dare try to question. If anyone were to walk into the room or even look through the window and see the scene before them, they would be able to identify that this was the man who was in command of those around him. After all, it was he who had led all these followers throughout many years of death and torture. They were known as Death Eaters and this man was recognized to be the darkest wizard of all time.

His name was Tom Riddle. But he went by a different name; a name that when one muttered it, it would send chills down your spine. And that name was Lord Voldemort.

Lord Voldemort had a sadistic smirk upon his face as he watched the woman in front of him thrash around in pain on the expensive dining room table. The woman was of average height with sandy brown, messy hair and broken glasses much too great for her face even as battered as it was. The woman had a bruise on her left side of her jaw, many cuts along her face and from the looks of her clothes potentially her body too. Her lip was split open on the right side with blood slowly making its way down her jaw.

This woman wasn't special by any means, but she did hold valuable information. Information that he wanted.

She finally stopped writhing in agony as another woman with thick, black, curly hair who was seated beside Lord Voldemort pulled her wand back slightly. A sneer was resting on her face as she watched the other woman pant on the table, trying to gain her breath back after that powerful curse had hit her.

"I know you know where Harry Potter is. Give me the boy and you will be spared." Voldemort hissed at her. The woman on the table trembled slightly at the sound of his voice, even after years of him terrorising their world and seeing things that should stay in nightmares. The man still scared her.

"Professor Sybill Trelawney, is it?" The woman who was holding the wand looked around the table at the younger generation that also sat in the room watching the scene unfold before them. Some of them nodded their heads in confirmation of her identification of the Professor. She had taught them not even a few years ago at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; she was the Professor there for Divination. A subject that helps predict future events using various rituals and tools, it also has the ability to tell prophetic things. "Maybe this will loosen your tongue…Crucio!" She yelled raising her wand again to the unarmed victim. She did not even flinch as the Professor screamed for mercy.

More blood started seeping down Trelawney's lips and nose as the pain of the constant curse struck her. This continued for a few moments before Voldemort held his hand up to the woman next to him.

"That's enough Bellatrix," Voldemort ordered the woman. They looked at one another, smirking as the witch now known as Bellatrix lowered her wand arm. Professor Trelawney gasped for breath once again and started to mutter to herself.

"Where is he?" Voldemort demanded once again.

"I…I d-d-don't kn-know…where…h-he is," Trelawney muttered out to him, quivering from both the curse and out of fear.

"Pity…" Voldemort answered. He narrowed his beady red eyes at her as he observed her continuing to pant for breath with blood still trickling down her face. He looked over her and saw his most trusted companion at the other end of the table, waiting to strike when he called upon her.

They had been trying to get information out of Trelawney for a while now and not once had she given any indication of knowing where Harry Potter was. The boy he wanted more than anything because as long as Harry lived, Voldemort would never be able to have total world domination both in the Muggle and Wizarding World.

Voldemort wanted to rule, to be rid of the abomination of mudbloods completely and muggles that will try to struggle against him. Some muggles will have their uses once he had taken over, or so he was told by a number of his male devotees. Blood traitors will be killed on sight. They had no use to him; it would be such a shame to waste some pureblood magic, but they were not to be trusted. He knew exactly how he wanted his world to be. If only he could get his hands on that interfering, infuriating brat.

He had tried being nice to the Professor when she was first presented to him, questioning her calmly. He even tried legilimency on her once probing her did not work, but he was unable to pinpoint an exact location of where Harry Potter could be.

His patience had long ago run out after he let some of his Death Eaters mistreat her for a while, but even that wasn't getting her to loosen her tongue.

Shaking his head at the brutalized witch, he hissed at his snake from the other side of the room. The snake lifted her head up at her master and slowly made her way towards her next meal, fangs ready to attack.

Trelawney sat up suddenly and looked as though she had not been tortured only moments ago. Her eyes suddenly glazed over as she looked at the head of the table, but her eyes looked right through the man in front of her. Her voice deepened as she started speaking. Voldemort glared at her for a moment before realising what was happening to the woman in front of him. He sat up straighter and listened.

He barely took any notice of his Death Eaters as they sat up straighter as well, trying to listen carefully to the woman as she made her prophecy that could potentially give them all an indication of what was to happen.

"The power of them, will flow through the one.

Bring power they have never seen before.

They seek the blood of Merlin and…"

He didn't even register Nagini still moving towards the Seer before it was too late. Professor Sybill Trelawney wasn't able to finish her sentence as Nagini finally reached her destination to the Professor. The long snake opened her mouth and started attacking the witch, going straight to the neck first and causing the witch to choke on her own blood.