A/N: Dammit I hated that last chapter I felt so bad! Good grief. I can't believe I just brought the world crashing down upon the four. (Sigh) oh well.

Disclaimer: hey, this plot line is completely off from the Harry Potter books. What would be the point writing two different series, when one does fine?

Nicole: hey, I know but this one took a while to get right, an 9 was just sat there all finished, and I figured it'd be better to put 9 up, and then finish 10 so nobody shouted at me for being slow... thank you for the review, it makes me fell all warm and fuzzy inside.

A lone figure stood by a murky window, gazing out into the night. He waited with growing anticipation. Hoping, wishing with all his might that this plan and only this plan would succeed. Without warning, two blinding flashes of green light were sent up, from far away. He let out a triumphant roar, and swept from the room. Making his way down the tower staircase, he reached a small room, so warm in comparison to the stone cold tower above. Here he waited, in a chair, by the massive fire, housed in a fire place that took up most of the wall.

The fire roared green, and two figures emerged. The first, his faithful spy, the other, a sight he had dreamed upon for years. Shadow Lupin, gently shaking soot out from her hair, dark eyes suspiciously scanning the room. Her eyes fell upon Voldemort, and he took a sharp intake of air.

She was hurt, he could tell that. Her eyes were haunted, she was wary of everything and everyone. And, surprisingly, she didn't flinch at the sight of him. She only shrugged. Voldemort was laughing inside. It had been so easy! All the years of planning, and in the end, Black and Potter had done it for him... he needed to thank them sometime, maybe send them a fruit basket or something... he smiled at the thought.

"Shadow... come, sit down, you must be tired..." she only nodded, and slumped down onto the chair."

It was completely surreal. He couldn't believe it was her. And how easy it had been to get her. And how she was reacting now. It was like she had shut down... he could bring her back. He could shape her mind, fill it with hatred for Black and Potter... even the were-wolf... the possibilities were endless.

The spy had long since gone and would be congratulated later... but Shadow needed to be tended to.

"Shadow, come." And she rose from the chair, following Voldemort like a lost puppy. He led her to a room, specially built and fitted for her. He beckoned to the bed, and she climbed in. Kissing the top of her head, he pulled up the covers, and left the room.

Cackling to himself, he summoned the Death Eaters... they would be told. He wanted all traces of muggle tortures and prisoners gone from the Castle, ready for her awakening...

"Master..." Lucius Malfoy knelt down, and kissed the hem of Voldemort's robes.

"I will speak to you later, Malfoy."

"My Lord..." he nodded in acknowledgement, and backed away.

Other Death Eaters approached, kissed the hem of his robes and backed away. Voldemort was getting impatient... yet he need their respect, and waited until the end to speak.

"I have summoned you all, to announce some extremely good news. All new prisoners or information will be relocated to Malfoy Manor."

"My Lord does this mean-"

"Yes, Shadow is now here, under my control. I need not suppress how much this plot means to me. You will all take responsibility or my orders now. Therefore, you will all suffer the 'consequences' if anything runs amiss. You all know your duties, and what is asked of you. Dismissed." The Death Eaters apperated.

Lucius followed Voldemort into a small room that adjoined onto the larger hall the Death Eaters always met in. Voldemort sat by the fire, and Lucius respectfully stood, waiting patiently for his master to speak.

"Lucius... Sit. I now place you as protector of Shadow. You have sat through hours and hours worth of meeting, to know how much she means to me. Need I stress the importance of this task I am appointing to you?"

"No my Lord, I am honoured you trust me with such an important task. I will not fail you, or the Lady." Voldemort smiled at the previously agreed title designated to Shadow, and nodded.

"Good good. Now it is our time. Too long have we waited for such a time to fall upon us. Too long have we been forced to crawl back into the shadows upon our stomachs time and time again, surviving only by our enemies weakness." He looked out of the small castle window, and smiled at the rising sun. "The sun is now rising on a new age. Triumphant we will stand, for honour, for purity, and for Salazar."

A/N: you can almost taste the cheese dripping off that last paragraph eh? But hey, cheese is good. What would pizza be, without cheese? I am in turmoil here. I need to go back to 12 Grimmauld Place, an show what's going on there, but I'd rather just carry on writing the Voldie chapters, yet the 12 Grimmauld Place ones are vital for the plot, so I have to keep writing them... plus I think it's interesting, seeing the same sitiuations from the two different sides... what do you guys think?

Build up my already inflated self opinion, an hit that cute little button, type in some crap then send it off, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy ;)