A/n: okay! I know this is a bit fast but lets just say that this is a sorry for the long waits and last chapter's shortness. I was determined to get this chapter done today since tomorrow I'll probably be sleeping so I can go to school. I miss Thanksgiving Break already! So you know what that means....*sniff* I might not be able to update like I wanna!!!! Ahh!! Anways, I updated too fast for reviews so I only have one. but oh well i had to get this out! ARG!

Thanks to Sylver Phantasy for reviewing. Since you were the only reviewer for last chapter, when I was typing this, this chapter is dedicated to you.

A/n2: This chapter is mainly to open the doors for the sequels... just incase you think some of the stuff doesn't fit. It does fit... for the sequel...get it, got it, good. ;P

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"Ron!" Hermione yelled. Ron and Terry Boot were on the floor trying to pin the other down and smash the others face in.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Ron yelled as he struggled to slam Terry's head into the stone floor.

"GET THE HELL OFF ME!" Terry shouted back, getting the upper hand. He then proceeded to yank Ron by the hair, pull him to his feet, and throw him into the nearest wall.

"WILL YOU TWO STOP!!" Hermione yelled, but her yells fell on deaf ears. Finally she just got fed up and walked off.

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Voldemort had explained to the Death Eaters that this was for renewed strength. The peek of power for every witch or wizard started at the age of twenty he reminded them.

Once Voldemort had everything explained and every Death Eater had a vile he stood up with his held high in the air and downed it, then everyone followed suit. They all sat back down waiting for the potion to kick in.

Voldemort watched the faces of his Death Eaters. Some were worn from their stays in Azkaban and some were fresh new faces, waiting to receive the Dark Mark. Those under the age of twenty weren't given a vile of course. One of those new faces was Marcus Flint, the past Quidditch Captain for Slytherin.

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Marcus Flint was looking around the room also. He was a recruit, waiting for the Dark Mark. Recruited by Snape. Snape said he had potential and a number of other things.

*Flashback*

Marcus was held after class by Snape. He walked up to his Potions Professors desk and waited for him to speak. When the class was finally empty Snape spoke, very quietly and very quickly.

"How do you feel about the Dark side, Flint?"

"Excus-"

"Just answer the question."

"Uh...it's tempting...but, that's all."

"Would you join the Dark Lord?"

"........," Marcus wasn't sure how to answer that, he was pretty sure Snape was a Death Eater. Snape on the other hand was maintaining eye contact with Marcus who obviously was good at Occlumency but not perfect.

"Don't worry about that, I am Death Eater, but I'm not going to give you to the Dark Lord because you don't want to join him." Marcus visibly relaxed. "I'm a spy for the Order of the Phoenix."

"Really?" Marcus asked.

"Yes, but we need more spies." Snape said looking at Marcus intently. Marcus caught on and nodded. Snape then explained some of the tests that he would need to pass and for the second half of the summer Marcus came back to Hogwarts for Snape to train him.

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"So you want to follow me do you?" Voldemort asked the young boy on his knees in front of him.

"Yes my Lord." the boy answered.

It was the first night for the new recruits to stand before Voldemort... their first day to tell Voldemort why they want to follow him, who recruited them, what they were good at, and the most important question, what they could help Voldemort do. That question was the most critical, your answer to that question decided if you were higher or lower in rank than the other guy and then he might ask other questions after that.

"Why do you want to follow me?" Voldemort asked, the boy was silent for a minute before answering.

"Because, I would love to follow leader that has such wonderful prospects as you..." Voldemort lifted a eyebrow at the boy. 'Suck up', he thought to himself.

"Who recruited you?"

"I came here of my own free will." Everyone grew quiet.

"Really... how did you get here then?"

"I have my ways... ways that can be used to help you get whatever you need."

"And what do you think you can help me get?" Voldemort asked.

"Well... what does heart desire?"

"Well that's easy. I want Harry Potter dead."

"Hmmm... I sleep in the same room as he does so that wouldn't be a problem except that he's been having a visitor every night... a boy."

An outburst of whispers filled the room at the boy's revelation. Not the fact that Potter was gay, but the fact that the boy slept in the same room as him. That meant that this boy was a Gryffindor!

"You're in Gryffindor?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes, though I was meant to be in Slytherin."

"Then why are you not?"

"Because I felt that if I was in the same room as Potter then I could find out things about him and no one would ever suspect me, because I'm in the same house as him."

"Good point," Voldemort smiled, "What are you good at?"

"I can block my thoughts from others. Veritaserum won't work on me, neither will Legilmens. I can also give off false thoughts to those who are skilled at Legilmens." Voldemort seemed very impressed with that.

"I think there will be a lot of prospects for you within my circle," Voldemort said, "You're dismissed," Voldemort told the boy kneeling before him. The boy crawled towards the Dark Lord and kissed his robes. When he was about to walk over to join the recruits who had already introduced themselves to the Dark Lord, Voldemort asked him a question.

"What's your name?" The boy slowly turned around and made eye contact with Voldemort and said,

"Finnegan, Seamus Finnegan," and continued to the side of the room.

Voldemort made a mental note to speak to him in private, then began to look at the other recruits. He spoke to about ten more recruits before his eyes fell on Flint. Marcus' breath caught in his throat as he felt Voldemort trying to pry his way into his mind, but not getting anything. Snape had taught Marcus well.

Marcus wasn't breathing though. He snapped out of it when he felt Snape poke him in the ribs and whisper harshly to him.

"Calm yourself! Don't show any weakness or fear towards him. He admires boldness, but not arrogance." Marcus thought this over to himself as he saw Voldemort motion for him to step forward.

Marcus walked towards Voldemort with his head held high, and his eyes locked with the Dark Lord's. Instead of crawling to Voldemort like everyone else did, he walked all the way up to him before getting down on one knee and kissing the Dark Lord's robes, never breaking the eye contact.

Marcus, unlike the other recruits, stayed at Voldemort's feet and not in the center of the room. Voldemort and Marcus' eyes were still locked and Marcus smiled to himself when he felt Voldemort once again trying to break into his mind.

"Why do you want to follow me?"

"I want to follow you because I admire your work and your visions. I would love to help you rid the world of muggles and filthy mudbloods, I would also love to serve a leader that has such qualities as you. I would defend your life with my own." Marcus finished. Voldemort was silent for minute before he spoke.

"Who recruited you?"

"Snape."

"What are you good at?"

"Hexes, memory charms, and research." Voldemort thought a bit then,

"What can you do for me? What do you bring to the table?"

"What I bring to the table is a strength, unwavering loyalty, and smarts." Voldemort nodded. Merlin knows he needed more smart people. He dismissed Marcus and went to the next recruit.

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After about another hour of going through recruits Voldemort was done. He was about to give out orders when the door burst open.

Everyone looked over to the lone figure standing the doorway. The figure moved forward to the middle of the room and looked at Voldemort for a minute, then he got to one knee and bowed his head before speaking.

"My name is Amras. I came here of my own free will. I'm pretty sure you would like to know how I can help you, so I will tell you."

Everyone was listening intensely as the young man spoke in clear tones.

"I can help you get the one thing you most desire, the thing you want back most of all..." he paused, "The thing you lost almost sixteen years ago," Amras looked up at Voldemort, "The reason your a Dark Lord and the reason you have frequent dreams about the United States."

No one was speaking, nor breathing. It was so quiet you could hear pin drop.

"What are you?" Voldemort asked slowly.

"I'm an pureblooded elf." Voldemort's breath caught in his throat as he began to think about the elves that he had known.

"What's your name again??"

"Amras Ancalímon, son of Gilhoniel and Elendil Ancalímon," Voldemort was about open his mouth when Amras spoke quite suddenly, "Also related the mixbreeded elvish family, the Vanimedlë's."

"Everyone, get out!" Voldemort shouted at everyone. Everyone rushed to get out of the room. Marcus was the last one out, he chanced a glance back and saw Voldemort walking towards the elf.

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Two weeks after the night for introductions the recruits were ordered to meet at various spots to avoid suspicion. When they got to the designated spots a Death Eater would be there to apparate those who couldn't. They were all apparated to a huge manor. They were told that this was where they were going to spend the next five days of training.

The manor had six floors. The first floor being the entrance hall with six flights of stairs leading to separate floors. Every other floor had only one flight of stairs that lead back down to the entrance hall. This was for discipline reasons. When you were supposed to be in bed, that meant stay in bed or find yourself cursed and in the dungeons.

The second floor was the dining area, the third were classes, the fourth was the library, the fifth was a study area, and the sixth were the bedrooms. Every recruit had their own bedroom and bathroom. And so did every floor.

There were also a flight of stairs that lead down to the dungeons. There was also a fun house and a Quidditch pitch. But these were rarely used. Actually the whole manor was rarely used. Voldemort had it built, but after that happened he altered it a bit and used it for recruits.

Each recruit was told to bring nothing with them but their wands. Everything was going to be provided.

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Voldemort was standing in the entrance hall watching the recruits file in.

"Welcome," he said, "to D.E.T.C., Death Eater Training Camp. You will spend five days here, each of those five days you will be training to become a member of my circle. The first day of training you will do basic Dark Arts spells, the second day will test your brain power with logic, the third day will be physical training, the fourth day you will begin with the Unforgivables, and then you get to have a bit of fun on the fifth day with dueling each other. After training is complete you will move onto the tests. After the tests you will all attend your first Death Eater meeting. For some of you, you will be receiving a small mission to complete, for others it will be the time to try and pass a test you may have failed, and for the rest, you will have your memories erased."

Everyone was quiet.

"Now the Death Eaters will give you a quick tour of the camp. You will find that there are clothes and everything that you will need in your rooms already," and with that the Death Eaters led the recruits on a tour of the camp.

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The first day of training was easy, basic spells.... 'Wow, this is sooo hard,' Marcus thought to himself. He went through the whole first day of training like that. He was so bored he thought he would fall asleep and still cast the spells.

The second day was a bit more challenging. Everyone that was here were most likely pureblood witches and wizards... and well that elf. The second day was logic, Snape was over that, but the things he was asking each of them was hard. Except for Seamus, he got everything write.

"If you have three fish in a fish tank and one of them drowns, how many fish do you have?" Snape asked the class. A few hands went up. Snape chose a young lady in the back of the class. "Yes, Ms. Jugson?"

"If one of the fish drowns, you'll have two fish left sir." Everyone nodded in agreement, everyone except Seamus.

"Does everyone agree with that answer?"

"I don't sir," said Seamus.

"Okay, Mr. Finnegan, what do you think?" Seamus stood up.

"If you have three fish in a fish tank, and one drowns, you'll still have three." Everyone looked at Seamus like he was nutters. The girl scoffed and a boy with black curly hair said,

"How can you still have three fish if one of them drowns you idiot? The fish is dead!"

"No you're the frikkin idiot, you moron! Fish can't drown!"

"....Oh...," the class said in unison.

The third day of training got a bit interesting. It was PT (Physical Training) day. Marcus always knew he had a thing for both boys and girls but gods! He never knew he would actually be drooling over Seamus!

It was in the end of PT day and it was getting really hot. They went out to the Quidditch pitch and did sit-ups, push-up, pull-ups, and ran laps around the fucking pitch! Everyone was sweaty and hot and were trying to get to their bedrooms to take nice long showers. Well, on the way their Seamus caught Marcus staring at him and decided that he should take off his shirt. When he did that, he had not only Marcus' attention but everyone else's also.

Marcus watched Seamus until they got to the floor with the bedrooms. Seamus looked back at Marcus and gestured with a nod of his head to follow him. Seamus turned and went down the hall and turned right, walked a little ways then turned left. He walked down about five doors and went in. Marcus noted that the rooms must all look the same, a door leading to the closet, a four poster bed, a trunk, a door to lead out and a door to the bathroom. Every room was decorated in emerald green, silver, and black.

Seamus had walked into the bathroom with Marcus trailing behind.

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When they came out of the bathroom, they were clean and smelling nice, but Marcus was disappointed. Nothing happened. NOTHING! At all!!

While Marcus was having an argument in his head about , why Seamus brought him here under false pretenses, he never noticed Seamus taking off his boxers, and walking towards him, until he felt his own boxers coming off.

"I thought you led me on for a minute there." Marcus said, as he watched the Irish boy lean in closer. They stood there kissing each other for a while before Marcus started pushing Seamus towards the bed.

Seamus pulled away slightly when he felt his legs bump into the bed behind him.

"I'm not looking for a commitment."

"Good, neither am I." Marcus grunted as he began to suck on Seamus' neck.

"Are you good at keeping secrets?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

"Are you done now?" Seamus nodded, and moaned when Marcus' mouth latched onto one of his nipples.

Marcus ran his hands down Seamus' beautifully hard body. Seamus was slim with nice well toned muscles. Seamus' appearance had changed since the last time Marcus saw him. He had his head shaved with a little hair still at the top which had blonde highlights going through his naturally dark brown, he had little goatee, and he had lost all of his baby fat.... all of it.

"Top or bottom?" Marcus asked Seamus.

"Bottom."

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The fourth day of training was devoted to the Unforgivables. Everyone did very well on those. So that day went by very quickly.

Now on the fifth and last day of training, the recruits had more fun. They were dueling each other, sure it was still apart of their training, but it was fun to duel! The were all partnered and guess who Marcus was with... Seamus of course.

Marcus looked over and saw that the elf, Amras, had been paired with a girl with long dirty blonde hair and forest green eyes. Amras looked disgusted with the girl. He had to keep pushing her away from him, but every time he pushed, she just come back with more energy.

Marcus and Seamus was disgusted with the girl for Amras, but on the other hand, they didn't blame the girl. Amras was gorgeous. He had straight white blonde hair that was to the middle of his back, he was about 6'2, pale skin, and light gray eyes that were so light they looked just three shades darker that the whites of his eye, with perfect, straight, dazzling white teeth. Not to mention that he was slim and well toned.

After the day was over, everyone was getting ready to return home for the weekend before taking the tests.

When everyone was outside, Marcus found Seamus off to himself just staring at everyone else with a sad glint in his eyes... almost as though he regretted being here.

"Hey," Marcus said softly, "you okay?"

"Y-yeah... I'm fine." Seamus said barely over a whisper.

"Alright everyone! Find the Death Eater that you came here with quickly!" a voice rang out.

"See you next week." Marcus said and kissed Seamus on the lips.

"Same here," Seamus said.

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The weekend went by fast, and all the recruits found themselves back at the D.E.T.C. once again, for three days of testing. The first day of testing was logic. (A/n: Can anyone answer the logic questions below? There are four, if you can get all four questions right, I'll send you the next four chapters, in full, not pieces and parts. Anyone who can get at least one right will get the number of full length chapters that they get right....did that make sense? okay if you get all four right you get the next four chapters, if you get three right you the next three chapters and if you get two... you get the point. You can either leave it in a review or send an email. ~Merci)

"There's a one story house, that's all green. The walls are green, the floors are green, the ceiling is green, the windows are green, the beds are green, the mirrors are green, even the water from the faucets are green. Now, I want you to tell me, what color are the stairs." Everyone thought for a moment and wrote their answer.

"Okay, everyone got it?" Snape asked, once everyone nodded he continued, "Okay, you are in a house and it's storming outside, suddenly you hear a clap of thunder, and see a flash of lightning, and then the lights go out. You walk slowly and carefully to the pitch dark kitchen. Now in the kitchen there's a fireplace, a candle, a box of matches, and a wood burning stove. Which do you light first?" Once again he waited for everyone to write down their answers and the continued.

"You are locked in a car with a beaters' club right beside you, what do you do?"

When everyone had looked up again, Snape continued.

"Okay, this is the last question," Snape announced, and everyone sighed in relief, they had done fifty of these things! "If we are sitting on the edge of the Forbidden Forest and Seamus lights a match and passes it to Marcus, who then passes it to Amras, who passed it to me, Professor Snape, and then I throw it into the forest with out putting the flame out and we all get up and leave and the forest burns down, who started the fire?" Snape waited for everyone to finish. When they were all done he said, "Accio Parchments!" and the class was dismissed.

The second day of testing was all PT for five hours straight, and then the third and last day of testing was D.E.P. (Death Eater Practice) This was the most 'fun' and most challenging test. All the recruits dueled.... but not against each other, against the Death Eaters. The thing was, you had to be strong and send just as many powerful curses and hexes at them, but if you hurt them, you hurt your chances of being let into the circle.

Then as quickly as it started it seemed as though the testing ending just as fast. The next day all of the recruits were going to their first, and for some their last Death Eater meeting. This would be the first time since the day of introductions and the first day of training that they would see Voldemort.

Every recruit was given a black hooded robe and a black mask. They didn't get the white mask until they got the Dark Mark.

The Death Eaters ushered the recruits down into the dungeons of the D.E.T.C. Some of the recruits went into cells with one of the Professors to take a re-test. While the others were making their way to the heart of the dungeon with Voldemort.

The Death Eaters formed the usual circle, while the recruits kneeled in the middle before Voldemort.

Voldemort called each of the recruits to him one-by-one and told them in hushed whispers what their mission was.

"Finnegan," Voldemort called, Seamus crawled to Voldemort and kissed his robes. "You don't have a mission as of yet. I have a reserve mission for you, okay?" Seamus nodded, kissed Voldemort's robes once again and crawled back.

"Flint and Ancalímon." Marcus and Amras glanced at each other and then proceeded to crawl to Voldemort and kiss his robes and waited for their mission. "Flint you said you're good at research, so I decided to put you two together on a joint mission. Flint I need you to locate a woman by the name of Órelindë Telperiën Súrion and give me any information you can dig up on her. Ancalímon, I need you to find the most accurate family tree of your family that you can find. Then you and Flint sit down together, talk it all out and then report back to me. This is a special mission, okay." Marcus and Amras nodded and kissed Voldemort's robes once more and crawled away, but Voldemort called Amras back, "Don't say more then you have to. okay. Remember what we spoke about." Amras nodded and crawled away.

After that the recruits were sent to get their things and were apparated away. They would have to wait a week before they either got the Dark Mark or got their memories erased.

*End Flashback*