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Chapter 1: The Meeting
Lord Voldemort paced up and down in front of the fire place in the study of the Riddle House, chewing his bottom lip in anticipation. It had been a minute since he had sent out the call. 'Where were they?! If he had to teach them to come immediately through force, by god he would do it. And torture was something he was impartial to. Known throughout the wizarding world as the Greatest Evil Sorcerer, he was used to dealing with and dishing out pain. But enough of that...'
He turned his thoughts elsewhere, to his plan, the wonderful plan that he had scrounged up from the depths of his dark mind. The details had been easy to work out; the idea behind it, now....that was the difficult part. However, the plans were laid out and set; there would be no turning back from it. Tonight would start the ball rolling, provided that he could get what he needed. These two items would either make or break him for what he was and would become. They spelled out his fate.
A small pop and the swish of a cloak betrayed the presence of a wizard clothed entirely in black, face hidden in the folds of darkness. Voldemort turned to face the newcomer and the room. More pops and swishes could be heard as the room filled with witches and wizards dressed as the first. Voldemort pulled his thin lips into a terrible smile that didn't reach his eyes as he surveyed the room with pride. He was Lord Voldemort, the most evil sorcerer ever, at the height of his powers! This plan that he was about to reveal to the people in front of him would aid him to stay in that position. One by one, all present bowed low and kissed the hem of his robes, then arranged themselves in the Dark Circle.
Voldemort lazily walked to the centre of the circle, smile fixated on his colorless face. Then he spoke in a whisper that could have easily been mistaken for a hiss:
"Welcome, Death Eaters..."