Chapter 1- The Graveyard

The averse, flaxen-haired man waited impatiently for his comrade. He was five minutes late and he had discreetly told the absent man to be there at 10 sharp. For Death Eaters, lateness was not fluently accepted. They would receive more than just a slap on the hand.
The man meandered to a nearby cemetery stone and leaned against it as his sourness grew like wildfire. He would sure give that sluggish man a tongue-lashing when he arrived. Suddenly, a pop phonated from behind the man. He turned around to see a stubby, potbellied man with bright blue eyes looking at the other man in fear.
"I apologize for the delay, Lucius," he stammered hopelessly. "But my son needed to-,"
"Silence, you thickheaded, twit!" he boomed as he stood up to his full height, making the little man seem tinier than ever.
Lucius approached the man as he removed his wand from his inside robe pocket.
"I'm sick and tired of your bird-brained lies," he added lightly as he held the tip of the wand to a scar on the man's arm, the place where his Dark Mark used to be. "And if our Master were alive and present, he would want me to give you punishment for your indolence."
Lucius whispered something in Latin, and the man fell to his knees as he grasped his arm in pain.
"Now doesn't that cause you pain and laceration?" Lucius asked the man that was now shouting and fluttering on the ground. "It's a new curse that the Dark Lord had taught me himself, before Dumbledore, Snape and Potter had defeated him."
The man suddenly stopped writhing in pain and stood up as the curse started to abrade off.
"Now, Crabbe. You know about the others, correct?" Lucius asked the man who seemingly had the name, Crabbe.
"Yes, sir. They are all in Azkaban," Crabbe replied in a hoarse voice.
Lucius nodded his head and continued, "We need to get them out and start another Death Eater group, except I will take the Dark Lord's place."
"But, sir. You know we could never do that! There are only three Death Eaters in Azkaban! And even if we get them out, we would never be able to conquer the wizarding world!"
"Hogwarts has Slytherins, Crabbe! Your son will join and my son-,"
"But, sir. I already promised my son that I wouldn't have him become a Death Eater!"
Lucius turned around to look at Crabbe and before any more words were spoken, he yelled the curse that all wizards feared to hear. Crabbe then crumbled to the ground in a heap and Lucius walked up to his limp body.
"It's a pity to kill a man of such stupidity," Lucius droned to himself out loud. "But it was for the better."
He then smiled faintly at the corpse.
"Poor, insignificant bastard," he whispered.
The heartless man then apparated into the darkness.