A/N: Hello there! Here is chapter one of DMEWPSOM! Wow, what a long... er... what's the word I'm looking for.. Something gram... oh well.

Enjoy!

Dark Magic, Evil Wizards and Powerful Spells Oh My!

Chapter One

Renegade

Voldemort looked at his assembled Death Eaters. Thanks to Macnair, they now had double they had two weeks ago. However right now he was concentrating on recruiting creatures as well. He looked around at his 'family' and beckoned to Severus. Severus walked forwards, and waited silently.

"Severus, my loyal follower," at this Severus fidgeted for half a second, but Voldemort thought nothing of it. "How many healing potions are ready?" he asked.

"Seven, my lord," Snape replied. Voldemort opened his mouth, but then suddenly, all the lights went out and the room was bathed in darkness.

"What is the meaning of this?!" asked Voldemort angrily. "Lumos." A very bright light appeared at the tip of his yew wand, but it barely penetrated the darkness. Just then, there was a sound like a sonic boom, except far quieter.

The darkness slowly faded away, leaving a tall, hooded and cloaked stranger standing in the middle of the Circle. Voldemort instantly pointed his wand at him and cried, "Stupefy!" A jet of red light buckled from Voldemort's wand. Just as it was about to strike the stranger, he whipped out his own wand and cast a, "Protego!" The Stunner struck the shield, and seemed to be pushing against it. The stranger merely cast another Shield, and the Stunner dissipated. Voldemort glared at him, and through the Dark Mark, telepathically ordered his Death Eaters to Stun the man immediately.

Instantly, every single Death Eater in the room pointed their wands at the man and yelled, "Stupefy!" Over thirty red lights struck the Shield. The Shield started to crack under the pressure, and finally imploded. About only ten Stunners hit the man, and he collapsed onto the floor.

Voldemort ordered his Death Eaters to take the man to a holding cell, and two of them each picked up one arm and dragged him to the dungeons down below.

"How dare he! How did he even get through the wards?! Rookwood!" A Death Eater stepped forward. "Check and renew the wards now!" demanded Voldemort.

"Yes, master," replied Rookwood and he departed from the room.

Voldemort motioned for his top Lieutenants-in-training, as his two top lieutenants were currently incarcerated in Azkaban. The two lieutenants went to either side of Voldemort and they went down into the holding cells/dungeons/torture rooms. They came to a very small cell, guarded by the two Death Eaters who dragged him there.

"Open the door, and keep your wand trained on him at all times," ordered Voldemort. The two Death Eaters quickly unlocked the door, and hauled the stranger's ass off the floor. Five wands were pointed at the stranger, but he just held up his hands as a sign of peace or surrender. Voldemort couldn't tell. The man's Occlumency shields were strong, stronger than any of his Death Eaters. But Voldemort could crack them in two minutes. Instead he jabbed his wand at the stranger and said, "Explain, or face death."

The man lowered his hood, and staring back at them was a young man of around 43 years of age, probably more. He had blond hair, green eyes and a small nose.

"Peace, Lord Voldemort! I am merely a messenger for the Dark Order. I have come bearing a message: They ask why you have not yet conquered England, and why you have not answered their summons for the past fifty years. They are very displeased and curious," exclaimed the strange man. Then he added, "Surely you do not kill the messengers."

Voldemort gave him a death glare. These death glares would have sent any man, woman or child begging for their lives, except for a few. The stranger barely moved. Voldemort continued to glare at him, and the man took a step backwards. Voldemort increased the potency of his glare, and the man's Occlumeny shields finally cracked and collapsed. Voldemort instantly had the memories and information he wanted, and was not pleased. Infact, he pointed his wand at the man and roared, "Crucio!"

The man was instantly on the floor, screaming his head off, writing around and clawing at his face. Voldemort kept him under the curse for almost two minutes, and then ended it. His Death Eaters stared at him in fear, for they had not seen this anger since the disaster at the Department of Mysteries.

"Keep him in this cell, and administer a dose of the Cruciatus every hour for one minute," sneered Voldemort, and he swept from the room, followed by his lieutenants. The Death Eater guards looked at each other, then one quickly cast the spell for the time. Two oh clock, exactly. They smirked, and opened the cell door. The messenger was still breathing hard, suffering from the aftereffects of the very powerful Unforgivable cast on him. The Death Eater on the right raised his wand, pointed it at the prisoner, and cast the Cruciatus Curse.

A/N: Well that's it! First chapter, and a hundred words longer than the first. It's 1:20 AM here, and I'm not even tired. Bored, in fact, but it will take me awhile to think up another chapter. That's right, I'm making this up as I go along. :D Anyways, I didn't get any reviews for the prologue, and I'm not expecting any reviews for the first chapter, but frankly, I don't give a damn. However, there was one person who reviewed my story, but didn't. I'm talking about Baconstrip, and I feel sorry about her/him and his/her story, but for the love of god, the review box is for reviews and constructive criticism, not bitching about how your story got deleted. Email and bitch at them, not us, so don't insult us next, and don't use the review box for your bitching about a complete irrelevant thing. Good day.

P.S. GIMMIE REVIEWS!!!

P.P.S. GIMMIE!!!!!!!!