Prologue
Draco stood in the cool morning air, nothing around him stirred. He was waiting for the signal, the jet of green light that would briefly form a colossal skull with a snake protruding from it's mouth over the large woods behind his manor. His parents, both of them had been killed in the last battle of the war. The almost definite last war, for in it, Harry Potter, as everyone had predicted, had defeated Voldemort. That was the thought consumed into the minds of every wizard. But was it right? Had the dark lord fallen? Yes,and no.An almost new person had taken his place, just as powerful, almost as well know as the old Master, for though it was not yet thought truthful, rumors had spread that a new dark lord was awakened. Thought this was partially true, this dark lord was not exactly new, no, quite the contraire! He was the old lord, in new form. Tom Riddle, was back at last.

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