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Disclaimer: I don't own this and I am evidently making no money from it so if you sued it would be rather pointless.

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Ok intro note.

This is my story, and I happen to like the way it is written. I hope you guys do to, but if you feel the need for any reason to flame, then I warn you that it will be directed toward the brick wall on the far side of the room then locked in a box that you have to be Houdini to open, and dropped into the ocean. That aside feel free to review all you like. Another point: a lot of questions are going to present themselves, but EVERYTHING is answered eventually. And I mean everything. The story isn't going to be drawn out but it isn't going to be short either. Oh and lastly everything is there for a reason. If there is something in here that seems out of place, it's not. It all leads to something eventually; I just like to keep people guessing. Ok that's it, go on and read.

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Chapter 1: Indescribable Dreams.

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Joy.

Indescribable joy.

It was finally happening, and he marveled at his own brilliance.

Perfectly executed of course, he would expect no less.

"We have all of them my lord"

A sniveling wizard came to kneel behind him, fear radiating off him, and choking the air like a pollutant. Fear. He wouldn't tolerate it if it wasn't directed at him. Fear ultimately led to respect, and respect was a necessity if you were the ruler of an empire.

"You had better have"

A voice from his right. Strong and un-wavering, just like her nature. Neither Beauty nor ugliness graced her looks. If her life had gone a different way she would have been one of the people on the street that one passes and takes no notice of.

Soft features, but plain. Simple hazel eyes, and honey brown hair to her shoulder blades, usually left to fall about her pale face.

She followed little in the formality side of things, and dressed to match her looks. Simple black robes with a blue cloak falling freely over the top.

Her wand, her only defining feature, engraved with the finest silver into the complicated characters of a foreign language long forgotten.

Her nature was her defining attribute, and reminded him of his thirst when he was younger.

Her life had not gone a different way, which was a grace to him. No one could simply pass her and not notice, the air around her demanded it.

"Yes Lady Vitani, All the ones who were in the castle are neutralized"

A look unreadable crossed her features briefly as the sniveling wizard moved to stand and she turned around to face him, her features the same eerie calm that none ever saw through.

"In the castle" she whispered. "Were all of the rebels in the castle?"

"There, there is no, no way of knowing, La- Lady Vitani" The wizard stammered, falling back on his knees as his lord also turned to watch the preceding, his face concealed in the shadows of his hood. His lord's eyes however were not on the Wizard.

"And why is that, Weasley?" Vitani asked her hand straying to her side.

The trembling wizard's hood fell back to produce a young face, pale against his brown hair and dark eyes. The unique of his brothers, it was a mystery where his looks had come from, his family always putting it down to a dormant gene. He was the only dark haired child unlike the traditional red the three sets of twins, his younger siblings, possessed.

"Malfoy manner had charms that not even we could see through" he said hurriedly. "We guessed, that they were all inside, it was a scheduled meeting, it was logical my Lady"

"Your family has never been strong with logic Weasley, so that explains part of how Malfoy and his son escaped with the lords daughter, but not the part why I haven't killed you yet" Vitani's voice was the crescendo of a whisper as she finished, leaving the sentence hanging in mid air.

"You are supposed to be a death eater, what do you have to say about your disobedience?"

William Weasley stood on his feet and slipped his hands into his pockets as he bowed before the proud lady, his face changing from the petrified expression to one of proud anger as he pulled his wand from one pocket and a dagger from the other.

"Eat this" he sneered as he disapparated, leaving the dagger in her throat, it's hilt shining silver through the blood that was running freely over Malfoy family crest engraved where the poisonous blade met the hilt. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she fell back into her lovers arms. He was clearly as surprised as she was, as he threw his hood back and stared into her eyes, his own, uncharacteristically filling with pity and tears.

"Avenge me love" she choked as blood dribbled out her mouth, scarlet, but stained black from the poison that seeped from the blade. He nodded and kissed her hand that was growing cold. He stared into her hazel eyes that were staring back into his own with so much fear. She was almost gone and he found he could say and do nothing. It was as if her eyes were praying that if she tried hard enough she could hold onto him and not be drawn into the darkness beyond, but this was one battle that she would not win.

"Did you love me?" she whispered as he kissed her again and closed his eyes against his tears.

"Yes, you were my only love" he whispered as he gathered his courage and opened his eyes again. She was gone.

Rage.

Indescribable rage.

Death eaters were apparating all around him, wanting to know the cause of their lords anger and falling silent as soon as there eyes met the scene. He cared little. He was consumed in his own rage.

"I want him found" he roared looking around at the circle of bewildered faces. He hated them at that moment. He hated them for not obeying him straight away. He hated them for not knowing what he was talking about. He hated them for not feeling the pain that he was feeling. He hated them all.

"I want them all found, and all slaughtered!" Grasping the hilt of the dagger he pulled it free of Vitani's throat, causing a cascade of blood to erupt from the wound, seeping both Vitani's corpse and his own body in the dead woman's poison polluted blood. "Go, now all of you!"

The death eaters were terrified out of their wits. Their lord had lost his mind and none wanted to linger in the presence of the enraged wizard any longer than was required.

"Weasley's" he said as the death eaters started disappearing, not really caring where, but away from their deranged lord. Nine wizards paused upon being addressed.

Their lord stood and he clapped his hands twice. Four House elves appeared beside him. He signaled to the body as he did with most of the bodies that found themselves lifeless and upon the dark lord's floor, but actually gave directions as to where the body was to be buried.

"I want Viviana's mother buried in the grave beside her" he said as the house elves bowed and disappeared with Vitani's body.

"Sorry my lord, I had no idea that you wife had died" Ventured one of the nine wizards that were left. The only ones left.

"She hasn't Charlie" He said curtly as he pointed his wand at his robes and cleaned them. The men in the surrounding circle looked like they wanted to be violently sick, but restrained in the presence of their lord. Such an action, especially in his current state of mind would not end in a pleasant evening for any of them.

"My lord you asked us to remain, what would you wish us to do?" Charlie ventured. He and his twin Arthur were the oldest under William and were mainly assigned to talk to their lord. Fred and George ran their mouths too often and the youngest Ronald and Percy never spoke in the presence of their lord. They didn't have the nerve to.

"Yes I suppose I did" he said turning his wand to point at the oldest set of twins. For a moment he paused, his wand lingering between them both. Which to choose? Which was the link?

"Lord?" Arthur ventured nervously. Making his choice he struck. He was absolutely correct.

Thirty years previous, Draco Malfoy say bolt upright in his bed, shaking and soaked in a cold sweat.

"Potter" he whispered to the silence of his bed room. "Merlin Harry, what have you done?"

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