A/N: Dear God, I can't believe I'm writing a story like this. I mean how many times has this plot been used? It's pathetic really. But I need something to help me get out of writer's block.

So, please don't laugh at me or try and kill me for writing this instead of working on my other fics. Writers block is the worst feeling in the world!

Well, moving on. I'm tying as fast as I can whenever I can but I recently got my schoolwork (I'm home schooled) and I really need to keep working on that, so the next updates should be rather late for GL and SD, Demon Lords, and, The Guardians. I'm so sorry! But any other author can sympathize, and agree, with me on the fact that trying to come up with half-decent chapters while trying to do Algebra is damn near impossible.

Math is the root of all-evil.

Money is good. Learning something that I most likely will never use in my life is bad.

Anywho, you didn't came here to hear me bitch and moan, -- or read me . . . whatever.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything officially related to it. I'm not even sure if I own this plot. But the new characters you don't recognize are mine so don't steal them or if you want to use them, at least ask for my permission first.

Warnings: This fan fiction has SLASH in it, so if you don't like, don't read. I don't want people flaming me for the content of my stories, so I repeat, there WILL be SLASH, as in two guys making out, and if this makes you sick run away as far and as fast as you can. Language and violence in later chapters.

Pairings/Couples: None so far

Spoilers for at least the first four books.

Enjoy this used-to-death plot and please review.

Prologue: The Plan
"Wormtail." The hissing sound cut the warm, still air like a cold, sharp knife, and caused the small group of hooded figures to shudder. A pale man – if he could be indeed called that – sat on a slightly raised dais in an ornately carved throne made of onyx with arms and legs shaped like serpents, their eyes glittering rubies.

"Yes, my Lord?" One of the men wearing long black robes stumbled forward and kneeled in front of the throne. He was short in stature but, even through his clothes, one could tell he was considerably plump around the middle. His breathe rasped through the air holes in his white mask.

"Have you found out where the he lives?" The human-like creature asked casually, deceptively calm, toying with the folds in his rich robes.

"Y-yes, my Lord." The small man stammered, lowering his forehead to the stone floor.

The flat, snakelike face twitched, the pale lipless mouth twisting into a parody of a smile. "Good." The cold voice hissed in satisfaction. "I want you and a group of Death-Eaters to bring him to me."

"B-but, my Lord, he is . . . well pr-protected . . . we would . . . n-never be able . . . to touch . . . him." The robed and hooded shape panted out, he was starting to shiver.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" The man on the black throne asked quietly, his red narrowed eyes blazed, seeming to glow in the semi-darkness of the chamber, matching the snakes' of his chair, as Wormtail shuddered. "Do you think I would send anyone there, had I not found away to disperse the protection barriers at his house?"

"N-no, my Lord."

"You will go to his house. You will bring him to me." The master commanded in a voice that could have frozen winter's heart. "And you will not fail. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my Master." The man was now trembling violently. The Death-Eaters behind him bowed simultaneously and chorused, "Yes, my Lord!"

"Now, Wormtail, I will teach you to never underestimate me or my plans again." He smiled and raised his wand.

"N-no m . . . my- lord . . . pl . . . please!"

"Crucio!"

The man arched his back and screamed, his cries echoed around the room, bouncing off the old stonewalls, as he writhed and twisted on the hard ground. Some of the Death-Eaters shifted, remembering their own time spent under that particular curse. The Lord finally lifted his wand and Wormtail huddled on the floor, panting and sobbing quietly.

"Go now, my Faithful Followers, bring me want I want. Bring me Harry Potter."

A/N: Well, that sucked. I hate this, but I'm so completely stuck on my other stories that this is all that I can come up with.

However, I'm still trying, so please be patient.

Read and Review.

You know what? It's probably better if you didn't, I really don't think I could take all the flames and swear words and death threats I most likely will be receiving soon.

Pray for me - Reine