Long before the muggle world had any sort of idea of magic and magical
people, there were the Elders. The Elders were a special breed of human
that were born with abilities that other human beings were incapable
of. They had a sense of the world around them and how to use the
natural forces and energy around them to do anything from the simplest
task to taking over races of men. It was these beings that started the
creation of the magical world and began the separation of what was now
known as a wizard and what was known as a muggle or non-magical being.
Families that decended from these being's line were later considered
pure-bloods. Anyone who'd been born to a parent without magical power
or was born from a family with no magical abilities were then labeled
half-bloods, impure blood. The term dirty blood spread to the slang
term "mudblood". Many of these pureblood families kept with this
segregation, only allowing with interfamily marriages and bonds. When
the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was founded, one of
these beings in particular stood out. Salazar Slytherin believe that
only those of pure-blood should have the privledge of learning magic,
and only accepted those from these families into his house. The
animosity spread between him and Godric Griffyndor who believed anyone
who had the ability to learn should be allowed this option. When
violence broke out between the two, Salazar Slytherin left the school
and swore to return someday and eventually set the school straight.
This left the two houses at battle for over a thousand years, and it
seemed would remain this way for the rest of the school's existance.
"The Muggle Prime Minister went to meet with Stalin. Twelve wizards have been killed when he arrived. All Mudbloods." a blond stocky boy leaned over to his friend, handing him a copy of The Daily Prophet.
His friend was taller than him, had a handsome face with bright green lively eyes and jet black hair. He took the paper from the blonde boy and read it over. A smirk formed across his face. They were in the school hallway, in line with a crowd of other students from their year, waiting to take their O.W.Ls.
"Serves them right. Trying to protect muggles, huh. I think Germany's got the right idea though. Clear out all the bad blood, leave only those worthy enough to walk. Makes me wonder whether or not this Hitler is a muggle or a decendent of pureblood." "Tom Riddle, your next." a woman came out and reported off a clipboard in her hand. the dark haired boy replied and folded the paper up and handed it back and stood up.
"I'll see you next hour, Damien." he stated to the blond boy. He started to walk to the door, but froze midstep when a girl screamed out. The scream echoed the hallways. Other students began to crowd around her as she started having a fit.
"Theresa!" a girl cried out.
"She's having a vision!"
"Someone get a quill write down what she says."
"What's with her?I've never heard of a seer going into fits."
"She's a decendent of the Great Cassandra"
Tom and his friend pushed their way through the chattering crowd to get front row to the scene. The girl named Theresa started failing and pulling at her hair. She was gasping for air. Tom felt himself pulled forward by her. She grasped onto his school robes with all her strength, pulling him close to the ground. He grabbed her arms and tried to force her off, but he couldn't. She looked wildly into his eyes.
"The one you need will be in his blood. Born in thirty eight years time, by his blood. To achieve that which you desire, will be the strength within his heir." she told him then fainted to the ground. Everyone was looking at Tom with bewilderment.
"I...I have no idea." he told them. He moved has quickly as he could away from the stares and went into the classroom to take his final O.W.L. exam.
"Dumbledore! Of course, who else would it have been?" raged an older and stronger Tom Riddle. He slammed the parchment down on the desk, then looked up at Damien.
"Ah, my dear friend Damien Malfoy. It's good to have you by my side. Now with Grindelwald defeated, we can move ahead with our plan to take his place. That is unless Albus Dumbledore feels the need to be noble again. He'll be the first to pay as soon as I'm in power. His stupid mudblood loving logic, he's so pathetic. But I'm getting carried away here, congratulations on your marriage. Lucinda Lestrange is an excellent match."
"Thank you, Lord Voldemort." Damien bowed.
"Sit and have a drink with me." Voldemort led him into the room next to the study. Damien quickly moved to make the drinks as Voldemort sat himself down in a chair by the fireplace. Damien handed him his drink then sat in the seat across from him.
"Never has there been a family more loyal than the Malfoys. I hope to see you and your decendents by my side at all times. I know your line will be one of the few I'll be able to trust. I think I might have found a way to achieve immortality, but the plans are still in the works. I'm going to need to create an army. One worthy of me. Dumbledore will be onto me sooner or later, so I need people who are willing to fight against him. I expect you and Lucinda are working on producing an heir?"
"Yes."
"Good. No girls mind you. You need to have a strong male to carry on your name. I expect you to delete any girls."
"Doesn't need to be said, my Lord." Damien laughed. Voldemort smiled.
"Once I have my army, my first task will be to rid of those who stand in my way. This means of course all disgusting mudbloods and those blood traitors. The Prewetts and the Weasleys. I've had my share of trouble with them. It's only a matter of time now." he commented, taking a shot of his drink. Damien smiled again.
"Now, no staring and no rude comments. You'll be serving under him someday, and I require you to show him nothing but the utmost respect, Lucius." Damien said sternly to his twelve year old son.
He opened the door and walked in, his son trailing behind him taking in everything around him. The beauty of the old house and lining's of gold. This was how he wanted to live someday, just like the Dark Lord his father had always talked about. Lord Voldemort turned to greet his visitors.
"Damien, welcome. This must be Lucius. I see he takes after you considerably in likeness. How is his temper?"
"That of a Malfoy, sir. Lucius! Greet your lord."
"It's a pleasure, my lord." young Lucius replied and kissed Lord Voldemort's gloved hand. Voldemort smiled.
"He's the one who'll make me proud. He's the one who'll produce the heir from the prophecy. Take good care of this boy. Teach him manners and how to obey orders. Don't spoil him, Leave the spoiling up to me. Punish him when he steps out of line, and he'll turn out just as he should." Voldemort told Damien, who nodded.
He leaned down to Lucius' level and smacked the kid across the face. The boy didn't cry or flinch. A wider smile came over Voldemort's face.
"Train well at Hogwarts. You're in Slytherin right?"
The boy nodded.
"Good, the only worthy house in that flea ridden school. You do well and show your obedience and when you become a man, I'll make sure you'll be right next to my side like your father was during our school days." he patted the kid on the head.
"Very well, take him away. I won't need to see him again until he's of age."
It was during the 1970's that Lord Voldemort had built his army and began his attack against the wizarding world. Everyone began to fear him and his Death Eaters. No one felt safe and the Ministry of Magic were helpess. Lucius Malfoy grew up and became his most loyal servant. It was also this time when a certain Transfiguration teacher took his place as the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy, making it one of the only safe places in Britain. Ten years after he'd waged war on the Wizarding community, Voldemort's right hand man came to him bearing in his arms, a small child just weeks old.
"Lucius, the time has come. The prophecy has been fufilled! This child will be my weapon to Dumbledore. He'll be the one to mark my place as ruler." Voldemort stated as he took the child into his own arms. The baby screamed for comfort and familiarity, but Voldemort silenced him immediately with his cold dark eyes. Eyes that no longer shone an emerald green, but were filled with darkness and hatred.
"He is the one." he hissed.
Seventeen years later, the blonde boy stepped off the purple Knight Bus into a town called Little Winging. He looked down at a piece of parchment he held and looked at the house in front of him. The summer heat was bearing down on him and he was tired. Muggle houses, how disgustingly normal. He thought to himself as he made his way down Magnolia Crecent, looking for Privet Drive. He lugged his suitcase with him, as he'd been instructed not to do any form of magic while in the Muggle community. He made his way through the neighborhood and stopped right in front of Number 4, Privet Drive. He knocked on the door and was greeted by a boy he'd seen with Harry Potter the summer before.
"Is Harry home?" he asked.
"He died." the boy stated and went to close the door. Draco Malfoy put his foot between the door and the frame, and stopped it with his hand.
"He's not dead, I would know, because it would've been me that would've killed him. Now, I ask again. Is Harry home?"
"Who are you? What do you care if he's home or not?" obviously the boy hadn't recognized him.
"I'm a schoolmate of his, and it's important that I speak with him. Now, will you go get him, or will I need to resort to another way to reach him?"
"MOM!" the boy screamed and stumbled backwards, landing flat on his face. Malfoy let out a laugh, then realizing this, regained composure. A mousy woman with an odd shaped noise wearing the most hideous plain dress that he'd ever seen came to the door.
"What is it you want?"
"I need to see Harry Potter."
"Oh yes, you. I remember. Hold on I'll get him." the woman said and disappeared from the door. He stood there a moment, amusing himself by making sudden movements at the boy, who looked at him wide eyed, as if afraid he would kill him or curse him.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry Potter asked reaching the door.
"Looks like I'm staying with you the rest of the summer. Isn't it splendid?"
A/N: Ah-ha! A sort of cliffie for the first chapter. It's short I know, but I'm REALLY bad with first chapters cause I have all this story planned out. Remember, if you haven't read Age of Innocence yet, you'll need to do so before reading this story :)
"The Muggle Prime Minister went to meet with Stalin. Twelve wizards have been killed when he arrived. All Mudbloods." a blond stocky boy leaned over to his friend, handing him a copy of The Daily Prophet.
His friend was taller than him, had a handsome face with bright green lively eyes and jet black hair. He took the paper from the blonde boy and read it over. A smirk formed across his face. They were in the school hallway, in line with a crowd of other students from their year, waiting to take their O.W.Ls.
"Serves them right. Trying to protect muggles, huh. I think Germany's got the right idea though. Clear out all the bad blood, leave only those worthy enough to walk. Makes me wonder whether or not this Hitler is a muggle or a decendent of pureblood." "Tom Riddle, your next." a woman came out and reported off a clipboard in her hand. the dark haired boy replied and folded the paper up and handed it back and stood up.
"I'll see you next hour, Damien." he stated to the blond boy. He started to walk to the door, but froze midstep when a girl screamed out. The scream echoed the hallways. Other students began to crowd around her as she started having a fit.
"Theresa!" a girl cried out.
"She's having a vision!"
"Someone get a quill write down what she says."
"What's with her?I've never heard of a seer going into fits."
"She's a decendent of the Great Cassandra"
Tom and his friend pushed their way through the chattering crowd to get front row to the scene. The girl named Theresa started failing and pulling at her hair. She was gasping for air. Tom felt himself pulled forward by her. She grasped onto his school robes with all her strength, pulling him close to the ground. He grabbed her arms and tried to force her off, but he couldn't. She looked wildly into his eyes.
"The one you need will be in his blood. Born in thirty eight years time, by his blood. To achieve that which you desire, will be the strength within his heir." she told him then fainted to the ground. Everyone was looking at Tom with bewilderment.
"I...I have no idea." he told them. He moved has quickly as he could away from the stares and went into the classroom to take his final O.W.L. exam.
"Dumbledore! Of course, who else would it have been?" raged an older and stronger Tom Riddle. He slammed the parchment down on the desk, then looked up at Damien.
"Ah, my dear friend Damien Malfoy. It's good to have you by my side. Now with Grindelwald defeated, we can move ahead with our plan to take his place. That is unless Albus Dumbledore feels the need to be noble again. He'll be the first to pay as soon as I'm in power. His stupid mudblood loving logic, he's so pathetic. But I'm getting carried away here, congratulations on your marriage. Lucinda Lestrange is an excellent match."
"Thank you, Lord Voldemort." Damien bowed.
"Sit and have a drink with me." Voldemort led him into the room next to the study. Damien quickly moved to make the drinks as Voldemort sat himself down in a chair by the fireplace. Damien handed him his drink then sat in the seat across from him.
"Never has there been a family more loyal than the Malfoys. I hope to see you and your decendents by my side at all times. I know your line will be one of the few I'll be able to trust. I think I might have found a way to achieve immortality, but the plans are still in the works. I'm going to need to create an army. One worthy of me. Dumbledore will be onto me sooner or later, so I need people who are willing to fight against him. I expect you and Lucinda are working on producing an heir?"
"Yes."
"Good. No girls mind you. You need to have a strong male to carry on your name. I expect you to delete any girls."
"Doesn't need to be said, my Lord." Damien laughed. Voldemort smiled.
"Once I have my army, my first task will be to rid of those who stand in my way. This means of course all disgusting mudbloods and those blood traitors. The Prewetts and the Weasleys. I've had my share of trouble with them. It's only a matter of time now." he commented, taking a shot of his drink. Damien smiled again.
"Now, no staring and no rude comments. You'll be serving under him someday, and I require you to show him nothing but the utmost respect, Lucius." Damien said sternly to his twelve year old son.
He opened the door and walked in, his son trailing behind him taking in everything around him. The beauty of the old house and lining's of gold. This was how he wanted to live someday, just like the Dark Lord his father had always talked about. Lord Voldemort turned to greet his visitors.
"Damien, welcome. This must be Lucius. I see he takes after you considerably in likeness. How is his temper?"
"That of a Malfoy, sir. Lucius! Greet your lord."
"It's a pleasure, my lord." young Lucius replied and kissed Lord Voldemort's gloved hand. Voldemort smiled.
"He's the one who'll make me proud. He's the one who'll produce the heir from the prophecy. Take good care of this boy. Teach him manners and how to obey orders. Don't spoil him, Leave the spoiling up to me. Punish him when he steps out of line, and he'll turn out just as he should." Voldemort told Damien, who nodded.
He leaned down to Lucius' level and smacked the kid across the face. The boy didn't cry or flinch. A wider smile came over Voldemort's face.
"Train well at Hogwarts. You're in Slytherin right?"
The boy nodded.
"Good, the only worthy house in that flea ridden school. You do well and show your obedience and when you become a man, I'll make sure you'll be right next to my side like your father was during our school days." he patted the kid on the head.
"Very well, take him away. I won't need to see him again until he's of age."
It was during the 1970's that Lord Voldemort had built his army and began his attack against the wizarding world. Everyone began to fear him and his Death Eaters. No one felt safe and the Ministry of Magic were helpess. Lucius Malfoy grew up and became his most loyal servant. It was also this time when a certain Transfiguration teacher took his place as the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy, making it one of the only safe places in Britain. Ten years after he'd waged war on the Wizarding community, Voldemort's right hand man came to him bearing in his arms, a small child just weeks old.
"Lucius, the time has come. The prophecy has been fufilled! This child will be my weapon to Dumbledore. He'll be the one to mark my place as ruler." Voldemort stated as he took the child into his own arms. The baby screamed for comfort and familiarity, but Voldemort silenced him immediately with his cold dark eyes. Eyes that no longer shone an emerald green, but were filled with darkness and hatred.
"He is the one." he hissed.
Seventeen years later, the blonde boy stepped off the purple Knight Bus into a town called Little Winging. He looked down at a piece of parchment he held and looked at the house in front of him. The summer heat was bearing down on him and he was tired. Muggle houses, how disgustingly normal. He thought to himself as he made his way down Magnolia Crecent, looking for Privet Drive. He lugged his suitcase with him, as he'd been instructed not to do any form of magic while in the Muggle community. He made his way through the neighborhood and stopped right in front of Number 4, Privet Drive. He knocked on the door and was greeted by a boy he'd seen with Harry Potter the summer before.
"Is Harry home?" he asked.
"He died." the boy stated and went to close the door. Draco Malfoy put his foot between the door and the frame, and stopped it with his hand.
"He's not dead, I would know, because it would've been me that would've killed him. Now, I ask again. Is Harry home?"
"Who are you? What do you care if he's home or not?" obviously the boy hadn't recognized him.
"I'm a schoolmate of his, and it's important that I speak with him. Now, will you go get him, or will I need to resort to another way to reach him?"
"MOM!" the boy screamed and stumbled backwards, landing flat on his face. Malfoy let out a laugh, then realizing this, regained composure. A mousy woman with an odd shaped noise wearing the most hideous plain dress that he'd ever seen came to the door.
"What is it you want?"
"I need to see Harry Potter."
"Oh yes, you. I remember. Hold on I'll get him." the woman said and disappeared from the door. He stood there a moment, amusing himself by making sudden movements at the boy, who looked at him wide eyed, as if afraid he would kill him or curse him.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry Potter asked reaching the door.
"Looks like I'm staying with you the rest of the summer. Isn't it splendid?"
A/N: Ah-ha! A sort of cliffie for the first chapter. It's short I know, but I'm REALLY bad with first chapters cause I have all this story planned out. Remember, if you haven't read Age of Innocence yet, you'll need to do so before reading this story :)