A middle-aged wizard was sitting at his desk on a warm August evening, reading a book while sipping on some elf-made wine. He heard a knock on his office door and grumpily marked his page and stood up to open the door. Hadn't he told his servants that he didn't like to be bothered, especially not that late in the evening?
One of his bothersome, young servants stood before him. "Master Nott," he said excitedly, "there's something you need to see."
"You know I don't like to be bothered at this time of night, Erickson," the first man told him.
"I understand, sir, but this is very important."
"If this turns out to be not worth my time, I swear I will have you taken to the basement."
"I promise, sir, this is of utmost importance."
"Then I guess we shall see…"
Victor Nott followed his servant to the third floor, where his test subject was being held. He entered the room, where the filthy muggle was bound to the bed in chains, as he should be. But something was different. The man's skin had a grayish tint and the heart rate monitor he was hooked up to was frozen.
"He's dead?" Nott asked incredulously.
"Yes, sir, I came in to check on him and found him like this. I think the virus has finally taken his life."
Nott put his fingers on the muggle's neck, feeling for a pulse, but he found none. The excitement was burning inside of him.
"Erickson, alert the rest of the building of this wonderful news, and we shall finally get rid of the scum that is invading our beautiful earth," he said passionately.
"Yes, sir," He rushed out of the room to tell his friends of the life-changing news.
"In no more than a year, the world will be free of filthy blood, and I shall rule the world!" said Nott to himself, and he let out an evil, sadistic laugh.
a/n: I decided to add a prologue to this story, so I hope it adds some excitement to the beginning of the story and that it's a good introduction.
This is my first fanfiction so please review if you have feedback :)