Chapter 5
"Come on, my Lord. You look nothing like those pictues- I assure you."
"Are you positive, Lucius? I mean- I don't think I look all that different..."
"Chill, Voldie. You look fine."
"Call me Voldie one more time and I'll curse your arms and legs off. I was head boy, you know."
"Yeah, yeah," muttered Lucius.
"Well, I'd like to know who the head boy and girl in YOUR seventh year were."
"Well, head boy was a goody Griffindor James Potter..."
Tom stuck his head out of the curtain. "Did you say Potter?"
"Yes, my Lord, I did." Lucius' chest swelled with pride. "He's my arch-enemy. As his father was my father's- so on and so forth."
"Well, his father was my arch-enemy. He was the one who killed my wife, stole my baby girl, and tried to put me under arrest."
Lucius sucked in his breath. "I don't know what I'd do if someone killed my Narcissa. She's pregnant, you know. We're trying to decide on a name for the baby."
"How about Draco? That's a nice, deliciously mean name." Tom's head disappeared again. "By the way, you never told me who the head girl was."
"Head girl? She's a proud Slytherin..."
"Her name?"
"Lily Evans."
Tom's head reappeared again. "LILY Evans? Are you sure the name's right?"
"Positive, my lord. Her family came to graduation. Big load of Muggles, they were. But they seemed interested in magic enough. Can you imagine, a Slytherin being a Mudblood, my lord?"
"Tell me, Lucius, what did she look like?"
"Well, she had these green, green eyes. And the most gorgeous brown hair, though I didn't fancy her. I imagined Potter did, though. You should've seen some of the looks he gave her."
...My daughter with a Potter? Impossible... "Did she like him back?"
"Lord, no! A Gryffindor with a Slytherin, even a Mudblood Slytherin is obscene to think about! A discrace! No, she couldn't stand him."
...Good, very good... "What did you say her name was?"
"Lily Evans."
"Evans..."
"My Lord, are you alright? You look very strange."
"I am quite alright, Lucius, thank you." With that, he stepped from behind the curtain. He looked totally different. Blond hair, blue eyes. Not his original black and green. He looked quite different. Almost handsome, dressed in dark maroon robes, the color of blood. He studied himself in the mirror.
"Well, my lord, what do you think?"
"I look, well, different."
"That you do. Come along now, it's time to meet your new clan members."
***
Two men walked into the Leaky Cauldron. Both had blond hair and blue eyes and wore dark maroon robes, the color of blood. The first walked up to the bartender while the second held back.
"Tom, I'd like a private room."
"Yes, Master Malfoy."
As Tom led the two men to a back room, the first man motioned to about 7 more men sitting at the bar. Obediently, they followed. When they entered the room and Tom had left, the first man made introductions. "My Lord, this is Crabbe, this is Goyle, this is Lestrange, Macnair, Snape, Karkaroff, Crouch..."
"Crouch?" Tom interrupted. "But, Crouch is a faithful Ministry Member..."
"Ah, my Lord. But this is his son."
"I see. Continue."
"These are all, my Lord. But if we continue to grow, and I know we will, we can force people to work for us by means of the Imperius curse..."
The second man nodded. "I see." Turning to all the other men, "Are you all willing to sacrifice your freedom for the dark- for me? Once you join my clan, there is no looking back."
The man Lestrange stepped forward. "My Lord, we are your humble servants forever. My wife would be more than willing to join you..."
The Lord smiled. "That would be very good indeed. Tell me, all, what do you think qualifies you for such a dark job as this?"
One by one they all stepped forward telling their own stories. "My Lord, I am a fugitive. I was caught torturing a Muggle, and have been on the run ever since."
"I killed a Ministry Member... She was just too meddlesome in my personal business..."
"I am a powerful wizard, though no match for you, of course... I was head boy in my year, I could be much use."
"Me'n Goyle're strong. Something goes wrong in a duel, throw the wand away and let us take over."
"I am an unregistered Animagi. A dragon. Very difficult transformation, but I can do it. You can use me in my dragon form."
"I'm a member of the Ministry. I would work well for you as a spy."
And finally, Lucius stepped forward to give reason to his Lord. "My Lord, I brought you this clan of people. If it were not for me, your clan would not have happened."
"Very true, my dear Lucius. You will be rewarded with great power when the time comes. For now, who has ideas for a name of our clan?"
Lucius spoke again, "My Lord, I have been thinking it over since I first met you. I believe we should be called the Death Eaters. Besides, you owe me. You named my son, I named your clan."
"Very well. Death Eaters we are." Lord Voldemort raised his glass. "To the Death Eaters."
The rest followed suit, murmuring softly, "To the Death Eaters."
"Come on, my Lord. You look nothing like those pictues- I assure you."
"Are you positive, Lucius? I mean- I don't think I look all that different..."
"Chill, Voldie. You look fine."
"Call me Voldie one more time and I'll curse your arms and legs off. I was head boy, you know."
"Yeah, yeah," muttered Lucius.
"Well, I'd like to know who the head boy and girl in YOUR seventh year were."
"Well, head boy was a goody Griffindor James Potter..."
Tom stuck his head out of the curtain. "Did you say Potter?"
"Yes, my Lord, I did." Lucius' chest swelled with pride. "He's my arch-enemy. As his father was my father's- so on and so forth."
"Well, his father was my arch-enemy. He was the one who killed my wife, stole my baby girl, and tried to put me under arrest."
Lucius sucked in his breath. "I don't know what I'd do if someone killed my Narcissa. She's pregnant, you know. We're trying to decide on a name for the baby."
"How about Draco? That's a nice, deliciously mean name." Tom's head disappeared again. "By the way, you never told me who the head girl was."
"Head girl? She's a proud Slytherin..."
"Her name?"
"Lily Evans."
Tom's head reappeared again. "LILY Evans? Are you sure the name's right?"
"Positive, my lord. Her family came to graduation. Big load of Muggles, they were. But they seemed interested in magic enough. Can you imagine, a Slytherin being a Mudblood, my lord?"
"Tell me, Lucius, what did she look like?"
"Well, she had these green, green eyes. And the most gorgeous brown hair, though I didn't fancy her. I imagined Potter did, though. You should've seen some of the looks he gave her."
...My daughter with a Potter? Impossible... "Did she like him back?"
"Lord, no! A Gryffindor with a Slytherin, even a Mudblood Slytherin is obscene to think about! A discrace! No, she couldn't stand him."
...Good, very good... "What did you say her name was?"
"Lily Evans."
"Evans..."
"My Lord, are you alright? You look very strange."
"I am quite alright, Lucius, thank you." With that, he stepped from behind the curtain. He looked totally different. Blond hair, blue eyes. Not his original black and green. He looked quite different. Almost handsome, dressed in dark maroon robes, the color of blood. He studied himself in the mirror.
"Well, my lord, what do you think?"
"I look, well, different."
"That you do. Come along now, it's time to meet your new clan members."
***
Two men walked into the Leaky Cauldron. Both had blond hair and blue eyes and wore dark maroon robes, the color of blood. The first walked up to the bartender while the second held back.
"Tom, I'd like a private room."
"Yes, Master Malfoy."
As Tom led the two men to a back room, the first man motioned to about 7 more men sitting at the bar. Obediently, they followed. When they entered the room and Tom had left, the first man made introductions. "My Lord, this is Crabbe, this is Goyle, this is Lestrange, Macnair, Snape, Karkaroff, Crouch..."
"Crouch?" Tom interrupted. "But, Crouch is a faithful Ministry Member..."
"Ah, my Lord. But this is his son."
"I see. Continue."
"These are all, my Lord. But if we continue to grow, and I know we will, we can force people to work for us by means of the Imperius curse..."
The second man nodded. "I see." Turning to all the other men, "Are you all willing to sacrifice your freedom for the dark- for me? Once you join my clan, there is no looking back."
The man Lestrange stepped forward. "My Lord, we are your humble servants forever. My wife would be more than willing to join you..."
The Lord smiled. "That would be very good indeed. Tell me, all, what do you think qualifies you for such a dark job as this?"
One by one they all stepped forward telling their own stories. "My Lord, I am a fugitive. I was caught torturing a Muggle, and have been on the run ever since."
"I killed a Ministry Member... She was just too meddlesome in my personal business..."
"I am a powerful wizard, though no match for you, of course... I was head boy in my year, I could be much use."
"Me'n Goyle're strong. Something goes wrong in a duel, throw the wand away and let us take over."
"I am an unregistered Animagi. A dragon. Very difficult transformation, but I can do it. You can use me in my dragon form."
"I'm a member of the Ministry. I would work well for you as a spy."
And finally, Lucius stepped forward to give reason to his Lord. "My Lord, I brought you this clan of people. If it were not for me, your clan would not have happened."
"Very true, my dear Lucius. You will be rewarded with great power when the time comes. For now, who has ideas for a name of our clan?"
Lucius spoke again, "My Lord, I have been thinking it over since I first met you. I believe we should be called the Death Eaters. Besides, you owe me. You named my son, I named your clan."
"Very well. Death Eaters we are." Lord Voldemort raised his glass. "To the Death Eaters."
The rest followed suit, murmuring softly, "To the Death Eaters."