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A/N: Hey, I'm back again. Yeah, I was all ready to post the second chapter of the story, then I got this really awesome idea for a chapter that needed to be inserted before I started with the actual plot, so I wrote it really quickly, but I think it's pretty good. I just hope you think so too. Read on and enjoy!

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Warning: HBP Spoilers

Chapter Two: Dark Order

A young man watched over the carnage occurring before his very eyes, feeling a faint nausea creeping up on him. He stood by as the others worked, eyes flitting here and there to watch the progress they were making. They were all wearing dark robes, as black as midnight, and masks, the absolute contrasts to the robes. Their masks were pale as moonlight, but had the colour of a recently deceased corpse. Perhaps that was why there were known as the Death Eaters.

Although the ultimate reason, the young man knew, was the fact that they killed. They loved to kill, all of them. And they did it well. Whenever there was someone that needed to die, they would work together, or sometimes utterly alone, and do what they had to. It didn't matter the means of which they accomplished their mission, they just had to do it, or else their Master would be displeased. And if they knew what was good for them, they never displeased the Master.

The young man overseeing the deaths of the wizards before him thought it ironic that they were fighting for a man who hated Half-Bloods, or Muggleborns, and yet was one himself. The young man was not one to question, however. His Master was incredibly pleased with him. Sufficiently pleased that he had sent his young servant to lead a very important mission: the one they were accomplishing at that very moment. Any moment now, the wards surrounding the impressive building they were attempting to penetrate would fall, and then they would be successful.

A cry of victory went up in the dead of the night as the wards fell and the young man followed his troops, content to allow them the deaths they craved to create. He himself was just as pleased that the other Death Eaters were taking care of the killing, for he considered himself below that now. Ever since he had accomplished his last mission, his Master had been delighted to allow him the time to step back and just relish the death around him. Of course, he wasn't as favoured as his Master's most praised Death Eater, but it was enough for now. Soon enough, he would be the most favoured of all.

The young man waited in the Entrance Hall of the building, impatiently tapping his foot against the stone as he awaited a progress report. He eyed his surroundings distastefully, looking over the grimy stone that seemed to sap all happiness out of the building. No wonder those who stayed here too long went mad, he thought. Finally, one of the men in his care ran into the Hall, bowing shortly in respect. It was clear that he had rushed through the darkened hallways to deliver the message as he panted harshly, the sound echoing in the small room.

"What is it, Yaxley?" The young man asked in a bored tone that somehow managed to sound impatient at the same time.

"The halls are secure, sir. And we've found him," the man named Yaxley responded and the younger of the two nodded his head.

"Take me," he ordered shortly and followed Yaxley through a labyrinth of tunnels, stairs, and passageways. Finally, they heard the noises of the other Death Eaters and soon saw them, all waiting and crowded on either side of the hallway. Yaxley stopped at the beginning of the queue of Death Eaters as the younger proceeded through. As he passed them, many of his fellows made noises of anticipation and glee at the thought that one of their long lost brethren would be welcomed back into the fold tonight. Some even cackled as he passed and a light smirk twisted his handsome features as he steadily approached the cell at the end of the hall.

As he got closer to it, his paces slowed until he finally came to a stop a few feet back from the barred cell. The cell's inside was too darkened to make out anything and so he waited for any sign of movement, his eyes trying to adjust to the pitch black. Suddenly, he saw it. First, a pale hand reached for the bars, attached to an even paler arm, where he could clearly make out the shape of the Dark Mark, blackened from their earlier activities. At last, an entire figure emerged from the darkness, and the young man found himself looking into a face that seemed a mirror image of his own, except older.

The figure within had light blonde hair like his own, which rested casually on his shoulders, cool grey eyes tinged with a spark that hadn't been there when he had last set eyes on the man. His features were distinguished and aristocratic, and he was much thinner and paler than the last time he had seen the light of day. He was dressed in rags, which was likely the most radical change in him, accustomed to the most exotic and expensive of robes imaginable as he had once been. His expression was twisted into a light smirk, as though he had been expecting their presence the whole time.

In the background, the other Death Eaters were whispering to each other, expressions of glee and triumph on their features. They were excited, after all. They had not seen their previous general in over a year. When the figure resting casually against the bars stirred again, still with his smirk, a hush fell over the crowd as they anticipated his great speech.

"Well, aren't you going to let your father out of this forsaken cell?" He asked of the young man standing there, observing him. And for the first time in several months, Draco Malfoy allowed a smile to touch his lips.

A/N: There we are, my dears! I might get a new idea for another chapter that needs to be inserted before main plot, so I might not get a new chapter in for a couple of days, but cross your fingers! Hope you liked it.