The Death Eater

Today's victim was a tad bit more troublesome than the one from before, hence the reason why he walked into the meeting with tattered jeans and a stained blue sweater. Of course, this caught the attention of the others who were already seated but he paid no mind to it. With a sigh, he took his seat, casting a quick charm to seal a scratch he had forgotten about.

"Ahem," He glanced up with a questioning look towards the head of the table. "Perseus, care to explain what happened?"

"Oh you know, the usual, begging then screaming and finally," he paused for dramatic effect, "… silence," A small cackle erupted from a few seats down to which he found himself chuckling lightly.

"How was he pleading my Prince?" A witch asked eagerly. Her eyes shone brightly with mischief, with her face twisted into a sadistic smile on her ever gleeful face.

"The same as any other victim. Screaming that they have a family and that they'll do anything," he grunted with a stomp of his boots. The damn bastard had gotten blood on the laces and he sure as hell wouldn't be touching it.

"Ugh, boring ministry officials," the woman muttered. He nodded dismissively and quickly released the Scourgify charm.

"I agree and I fucking hate it. It's as if they're all trying to compete with one another; like come on, are they going to continue copying each other? Truth be told if I earned a galleon for every time I heard that same phrase; I would be as rich as you Mr. Malfoy. Not that I need the extra money of course," This earned a couple of laughter from the other residents of the room, along with a small smile from the Dark Lord.

"Well, I said all there is to say. Shall we continue with the meeting Grandfather? After all, I wouldn't want to waste any more of your time."

"Thank you Grandson, now with that sai-" At this, he phased out. The moon was white and daring as always, its silvery light shining through the tall brooding windows of the grand room.

"Your attire my Prince…" A quiet voice spoke, bringing him back to reality as his endless thoughts ceased to exist.

"Oh it's nothing Narcissa, just some small tares and a few drops of blood," He smiled at the woman beside him. Leaning back, he forced himself to at least listen to parts of the meeting.

"Then I shall proceed with the current plans as always my Lord," A gruff voice spoke.

"Yes, continue with finding the rest of our brothers and sisters."

"I would like to ask, how is the boy doing Severus?" A man in a dark white robe spoke up.

"Still a nuisance as always," Severus, their informat from the wizarding school that the 'boy who survived' attended sneered.

"And his skills? How well versed is he in combat?"

"The boy, as we speak. Is still but a bumbling little chick who is still reliant on his mother," This caused him to snort which he covered with a small cough.

"Sorry, continue on," He waved.

"Cavum," his grandfather voiced, "How goes your project?"

"It's going very well, my Lord."

"That's good, we'll talk more after this meeting."

"What about my son?" Lucius Malfoy, the blonde Death Eater, husband to Narcissa spoke up.

"Don't you worry Lucius, your son, as stubborn as he can be, is still a much better wizard than the Potter boy," He spat the name out like it was venom. It was understandable though since the boy was a big thorn in their side. Unfortunately, Lucius didn't forget how Severus had described his son. So it wasn't a surprise that a small heated conversation followed soon after. He sighed, a displeased look making its way onto his face. His grandfather, on the other hand, watched with amusement.

"Now now, let us not fight amongst ourselves," The Dark Lord spoke before both wizards could whip their wands out.

"Deepest apologies, my Lord," He shook his head, he hated meetings; especially when the sorry excuse of a Death Eater decided to talk. With that, the actual meeting finally began where more important stuff was dished out. He took that as his cue that he listened enough so once again he allowed himself to drown out the rest of the meeting.

He internally groaned as he began to fondle his ring. A simple piece of metal with a snake coiled around it. It wasn't a snake at all, but when he had first gotten it for his fifth birthday he called it one. But now he knew exactly what it was. This creature was something much deadlier. Its mouth hanged open allowing him to see two tiny fangs protruding from the root of its mouth. He'd seen the real ones up close, after all, they were hanging on his bedroom wall.

"What say you Perseus?" Snapping out of his thoughts, his gaze landed on his grandfather as he raised a brow.

"What was that?" Normally no one would dare talk like that towards his grandfather, but he had a freebie. He was his grandfather's legacy, his prized pupil, the true heir of house Slytherin. From just a young age after his mother was murdered his grandfather had taken him in. Soon after he began his training. He was taught all sorts of spells, hexes, charms, basically anything that would benefit him.

"Your next victim."

"Ah, well just tell me who and I'll deal with him," He shrugged. It was fun most of the time; seeing his victims shocked to find themselves in a quarrel with a boy much younger than them. Although he was at the legal age, they wouldn't expect a 17-year-old to be their last sight before they left their beloved world and all those they held dear.

"Mr. Frederick Fisher, a high-end Law Enforcer for the Ministry."

"No problem, I've killed more than I could count, one more shouldn't be a problem."

"Good, I know I can always count on you, Grandson."

He smirked devilishly, "Anything for you Grandfather."

"Now, Mr. Crouch, have you finished arrangements for your task?"

"Ready M'lord, the mad one-eyed wizard is already in custody."

"Ah, good news again and again. I am very happy to have such reliable friends," He couldn't help but slip a small smile to form. He knew that those words held two different meanings. The words were true, but it also meant that if they were to disappoint the Dark Lord they would die by his hands.

"That should suffice for now. Meeting dismissed," Like always, everyone stood and nodded before they apparated away to complete their task or wait for one to arrive. He too left with a small nod.

The manor was dark as always, but after spending all his childhood here, he came to love it or tolerate it at the very least. A soft breeze from an open window tickled the back of his neck as he walked up the east tower that led to his room. His favorite sweater was ruined but he had gotten back at the filthy mud-blood using a spell he made. Hopefully, the man felt what it was like to have his blood boil his insides before he died.

Slipping out of his tattered clothes he dived into his closet. Finally, he took out a plain white shirt, because after all, he wasn't going to leave today so no blood, and a brand new pair of denim jeans. He wasn't a fan of those robes that every wizard and witch wore. They were too long and just felt weird in general; plus, his job required him to be fast and flexible. A long bathrobe would only hinder his movement and eventually cost him his life.

He yawned and plunged down on his bed. It was comfy, after all, he did buy it from one of the best mattress stores in London. The Riddle name always had a large stash of money from both the wizard and muggle world. His covers, unlike the walls, were dark blue. A color he grew to like at a young age. Glancing up at the clock he had a few hours to spare before dinner was served and where the more personal questions came in. So for now, he can finally get some rest.

He had the same dream as always, first, there was darkness before it revealed a room. It was one he hadn't seen for a long time, one that caused too many bad memories that he couldn't remember; instead, he could feel it. It was empty except for a singular bed and a dresser that held a picture frame. Whenever he approached it the photo would always appear blurred, but he didn't care, or did he?

Then the voices would come in. They were only whispers, silent and quick. The frustrating thing was that whenever he tried to listen to what the voices were saying it would fade and the dream would disappear. Leaving him with the ungodly sight of his darkened room.

"The same dream my Prince?"

"You have no idea," With a groan he sat up and reached above his head, relishing in the feeling of his muscles being stretched.

"How did you get here by the way?"

"I was already in the room when you entered my Prince."

"Ah, well then, shall we get some dinner Salicia?" He asked his slithery friend. In response, he felt her slither up his leg and onto his shoulder before draping herself around his neck.

"Not today my Prince, I wish to sleep."

"Alright, goodnight my friend," Hissing softly, she slithered down his shoulder and up onto a branch that stuck out on a wall beside his bed. He had bound it togCavum using the Epoximise charm making it a part of the wall.

Stumbling out of his room, he navigated his way towards a different part of the hall. One where another set of stairs led towards the dining room. The smell of something delicious cooking already filled the atmosphere of the room. You could always count on Margaret to cook such a fine feast. Kaito, his tiny little Bloodhound was seated in the corner, his dark brown count shining from the fireplace that he had settled beside.

"You want some water Kaito?" He asked the old hound. A small woof was enough for him to catch on. Looking across the room he waved his hand over an empty pitcher. From out of nowhere, water began to fill the glass. He then proceeded to make the pitcher float towards him before he kneeled and filled the empty water bowl.

"Perseus," He picked himself off the ground and placed the pitcher on the table before turning towards the voice at the doorway.

"Grandfather, did you rest well?"

"Thoughtful as always Perseus," His grandfather's warm smile that rarely appeared made it upon his face. People thought he looked like a monster, but that was all a facadé. In truth, his grandfather had never lost his humanity. The ghastly persona that he used to scare the public was all fake. In truth, he had a much more handsome look. His hair was dark like his, with a few grey streaks, and his eyes were light green like emeralds shining in an empty cavern.

"And to answer your question, I am feeling well," With a smile, he nodded and sat down. A moment later the door to the kitchen opened and Darly, one of the house-elves, walked out with a steaming dish that smelled of barbecue.

"Ahh, rib night!" he cheered to the amusement of his grandfather. With a small bow, Darly smiled and left to head back into the kitchen, only to come back with a pitcher. Snapping his finger, a small stream of the liquid inside came pouring into his glass and stopped just a few inches before it reached the top.

His grandfather followed right after but took a more traditional route by pouring a glass for himself. With a clink of their cups, he took a nice big swig as the sweet taste of butterbeer entered his parched throat. A dreamy look came upon his face as he let out a pleased sigh. Taking the knife, he cut himself a piece before offering some to his grandfather. They were both big fans of Margaret's cooking, especially her ribs.

"I know I keep saying this, but these are the best damn ribs ever!" He was ruthless as he took another serving, only stopping to take a sip of the cold beverage before diving in once again.

Chuckling, his grandfather took his own juicy bite, "I know, and I keep saying... to close your mouth when eating," he finished with a smirk. He brandished his red-stained tongue at him and devoured another bone before moving onto his next one.

They spent that evening eating silently, only talking for a few seconds before the magical sauce lured them back in. Finally, after completely decimating three platters of ribs they both sat back and took a long deep breath. Waving his hand, he conjured a glass cup and motioned for the water from the tap to fill it. Butterbeer was good, but water was the go-to when you felt like a bloated Hippo. He slipped his wand out from the underside of his left arm where a leather bracer held it firmly in place. It was his own invention, just flicking his wrist would slightly push his wand out allowing him to quickly grab it; which was very useful whenever he was on missions. Otherwise, he would just simply grab it.

The bracer itself though was like a wand. It had been charmed multiple times to act as some sort of shield. He could easily imitate a shield stance and utter protego or any sort of shield charm and then boom! Magical shield at your service. Although he did prefer to use his versions of the spell. It was like a hobby. He loved to invent new things, along with creating his own spells. Like Protego Aeternum, which unlike the Protego charm or any of its other variation; would instead stay unless he dismissed it. Which was highly convenient since he wouldn't have to summon the spell over and over again which would drain his energy and stamina. Not that it was a problem since his was like the ocean, free and endless; due to endless training sessions, along with the magical genes that he had inherited from his father.

A small cough caught his attention as he turned towards his grandfather, "Yes?"

"I wanted to speak to you about something," He narrowed his gaze, he could sense something amiss. It wasn't like his grandfather to hold any secrets against him. But seeing the pained look on his grandfather immediately erased all thoughts as he quickly gripped the old man's shoulder.

"Margaret!" He shouted only to be stopped in his tracks.

"It's nothing Perseus, don't worry yourself."

He looked incredulously at the man before him. "You better not be lying old man," This caused the said man to grin.

"I assure you I'm just fine," He watched the old man intently, his grandfather experienced painful fits at random times. They had found an old friend of his grandfather who had become a very skilled Healer. He had told them it was due to age and wished his friend good luck but not before promising that he would send medicine whenever they ran out.

"Ok, I believe you," the old man nodded gratefully, "Now what is it you wanted to tell me?" A minute of silence passed them before he saw a smile on his grandfather's face.

"I just wanted to tell you I love you Perseus. Your mom was an amazing woman and I'm lucky that she gave birth to a wonderful child," That shocked him, shocked him enough to freeze as if someone had cast the Immobulus charm on him. He didn't say a word as he hugged the man right there and then, a stray tear escaping his hard facadé.

"Me too old man, and don't you forget it."

"Gah! I'm not that old!"

"Hmm, tell that to the mirror."

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Oh! Yes, Mr. Frederick Fisher. I'll see you tomorrow Pops," With a nod, he left the room. Tomorrow was going to be a fun day, he told himself, snuggling in the warm blanket.

~O~

That morning he woke up refreshed and ready. Like every other day, he went out for a run around the property wearing nothing but some gym shorts as the muggles called it. It was cold but after growing up in an environment like this he grew to tolerate it and even liked it. After twenty laps which was a lot less than his normal routine, he got inside and did a few anaerobic exercises which got his muscles loose and ready.

Not wanting Margaret to chastise him again, he took a quick shower. Not that he didn't shower, it just sometimes got in the way of his missions. The warm water felt nice on the back of his neck as he grabbed the towel and closed the knob. Striding out the room he got dressed, placing the bracer onto his arm gently slipping his wand in after. He assumed it was because of his bad luck from yesterday that he found himself very lucky today. Why? Well, the man was currently in the muggle world in a meeting; which meant he could wear muggle clothes! This was going to be fun he told himself as he quickly threw on a greenish-blue sweater and some black jeans with his black converse.

"Salicia! Morning!" He yelled startling the sleeping snake.

"My Prince, where are you going?"

"I have another mission, I'll be back later today."

He was so jolly that the house-elves gave him funny looks. Slipping into the dining room, he grabbed a piece of toast that was already prepared along with pouring himself a glass of orange juice. He hummed quietly, enjoying his small breakfast. He was about to grab his third toast when he smelled the scent of bacon. He could literally see the smoke seeping through the kitchen door.

Grinning he flicked his wrist and out came his wand. Grabbing it he pointed it at the door, "Flipendo," just like that the door opened, "nice now, Accio bacon!" A loud yelp came from within the room before a plate of bacon flew into his hand. "Hell yeah! Bacon!"

"My Prince!" Crap, he thought as he quickly placed the plate on the table and plastered an innocent smile on his face.

"Morning Margaret!" He smiled at her innocently. The woman sized him up which was pretty admirable seeing that he had such a heavy aura of magic around him.

"Don't think I didn't know it was you, my Prince."

"Accio eggs!" Both of their heads snapped to the voice where a smiling Mr. Riddle stood by the door. "You see Perseus, bacon, and eggs must be combined for the perfect match. Don't just take the bacon, take the eggs as well," Smiling, his grandfather took his seat and began eating.

"Ugh, both of you are so insufferable," Margaret groaned as she went back into the kitchen.

"You're awfully happy today," His grandfather commented with a small smile. "Care to tell?"

Grinning madly, he began to recount the news that he had heard from one of the Death Eaters. "Wolfred's owl just came this morning containing information that spoke of Mr. Fisher's whereabouts."

"And where exactly is our Ministry dog going?"

"The muggle world! Which means I can wear some muggle clothes once again."

"I have no idea where your love for muggle clothes comes from, but that is great news. Just don't get caught by both muggles and other agents of the Ministry."

"You know I never do," He grinned. He wasn't exactly lying, never once in his entire career as a Death Eater was he caught. After all, he did things in a way that no one could comprehend, and if they did, they would have no time to strike back.

~O~

He was walking on the streets of London heading towards a small coffee shop he regularly visited whenever he could. It was just around the corner where the streets were a bit quieter due to the lack of traffic. Luckily the weather was nice, seeing that it had been raining for quite some time now; but today the sun shined brightly, no cloud blocking the giant inferno except for a light blue background that gave off a calm aura.

Turning around the corner, he caught the familiar sign of the café. Like always, the nice smell of fresh pastry and coffee surrounded the building, the smell trickling out through the chimney and the front door. Turning the knob, the familiar ring of the bell alerted the barista at the cash register.

"Ello' Charlie!" He greeted the older boy. Charlie, or Charles as his girlfriend Silena called him. The boy was taller than him by a few inches which he often found annoying as the older boy would occasionally tease him about it. Said boy, wore a barista uniform, which consisted of a white shirt, denim jeans, and a black apron. It was clean, to say the least, but Charles' huge muscles kinda ruined the image or made it a bit wonky, seeing that the shirt was a bit small.

How they met wasn't the ideal meeting between two people. It was late and the rain just kept hammering down, it was then that he first stumbled into the cafe tired and soaked. That was a tough night as his victim was very good at running. But that was a long time ago when he first became a Death Eater.

"Percy! How are you doing?"

"Very good if you ask me," Taking his regular seat at the back of the shop beside the window. He watched for any signs of magical movement and sure enough there was something there. It was barely noticeable but if you looked closely you could see a barrier that constantly shifted to appear transparent.

"I take it, you want the usual?"

"Yup, but no cream this time.

"You got it mate."

"Oh! Add in a Brioche as well," Cause today was going to be an exciting one.

"Special occasion? You hardly order Brioche whenever you visit."

"You could say that," he grinned at his friend before he sighed wistfully and went back to watching the building. His luck just kept on getting better and better, seeing how the alleged meeting place was coincidentally just across the street. It wasn't always like this but hey, who was he to complain.

He was so busy watching the barrier for any indication of the meeting ending that he hadn't noticed the steaming cup of coffee in front of him along with the tasty pastry. "Thanks, Charlie."

"Yeah no problem," He watched as the door opened before he took the steaming cup and brought it up to his mouth. He blew on it before taking a small sip. Gods did he love the taste of pure black coffee. Glancing back at the building he knew it was going to take a while before he could make his move so he borrowed one of the newspapers on a nearby table and began to read up on the muggle world.

~O~

"Protego Totalum," The moment he uttered those words an invisible barrier escaped his wand and slowly covered the building as he walked in. Now no one could come in or leave until he dismissed the spell. There were two other ways but he scoffed whenever he thought about it.

"Hello? Anyone there?" He asked as he crept up the stairs as quietly as possible. He knew the agent would be hiding once he had heard the loud scurrying of footsteps upstairs.

Cautiously, he held his arm up, ready to block any spell coming his way. His wand was already in his hand. "Where the hell are you?.." A loud crack drew his attention to a room at the end of the hall and instantly his bracer lit up, a purple shield appearing in a snap.

"Confringo!" With a quick wave of his wand the door at the end of the hall exploded. The wooden door splintered into tiny pieces with a bit of the wall around it blowing up as well. A cough came from within the room, as quick as he could he strode over to the room stepping over the debris.

"BOMBARDA MAXIMA!" On instinct, he quickly kneeled on one knee and held his arm tightly. The spell smacked right onto the shield as a fairly large explosion shook the hall.

"Well, shit!" The explosion had almost caught him on guard. Luckily he had experience in these sorts of situations as he barely moved an inch from his position.

"Get the hell out of here!" The voice shouted as another explosion rocked his shield, only this one was a bit smaller.

He flicked his wand towards the door, "STUPEFY!" As soon as the words left his mouth he quickly ducked and rolled into the room to his left and quickly shot another spell back. He was about to cast another when suddenly three spells quickly sailed down the hall. One just barely missing his cheek.

"You're really getting on my nerves Fisher," He growled. With a wave of his wand, a stream of fire came whipping out the tip as it flew towards its designated target. Smacking the wall just to the right of the door, the harsh flames began to eat away at the building's foundation, leaving a good size hole. It was silent before he heard a spell whistle through the air. He quickly threw himself back inside as the spell scarred the spot he was previously on. Peeking, he caught a hand quickly retreating away from the hole.

Gritting his teeth, he waved his wand, "Sagitta Forma," On command pieces of broken bricks broke apart and formed into five arrows. With a smile, he jumped out and flicked his wand. Instantly one of the arrows flew forward, a pained yelp following soon after.

"Incendio!" He raised his brow in surprise. Guess the wizard still had some fight in him. He thought to himself. Scoffing, he swiped the spell away with his shield and shot another arrow forward.

"You know you're doomed Mr. Fisher," he called out to the man.

"Fuck off!"

"Don't make this any harder for yourself," With great speed, he kicked a flying table out of his way causing it to split right in the middle.

"Well, you've done it now," Just like that the remaining three arrows flew and amended themselves into the wall. Like a knife slicing through butter, they tore through the plaster and wood with ease.

"Hrk! S-s-shit! Argh!" Huffing, he walked over one half of the mahogany table. The walls were absolutely torn and dust was already beginning to set on the wooden floors. The door to the room was wide open, the frame showed signs of charred wood from the spell that he had cast the moment the fight started.

Walking in, the room revealed a wounded man. His shirt was stained with three arrows protruding from his chest. His arms were limp and the red blots had slowly begun to grow bigger. It wouldn't take long before the man bled out, his sickly pale face was already a stable sign.

"Well shit, that last one got you good, did it, Mr. Fisher?" He smirked, tapping one of the arrows that had decided to pierce the man's stomach. The arrowhead was dripping with tiny splotches of blood, only flying all over the place as he flicked it.

"Y-you're a-a ki-hrk!" The man tried to talk but with all the blood he was gurgling it was pretty hard for him to understand. But he had plenty of experience from past missions. To say it helped was an understatement; seeing as his mind could quickly decipher the 'bloody' morse code language.

"Yeah, didn't quite expect a Death Eater as young as me to kill you huh?" He crouched down low, leveling his gaze to the man's eyes. His face was sickly white as sweat poured down in streams from his messy brown locks.

"Ugh, j-just kill m-me," His voice was strained and he was definitely on the verge of death. Tilting his head, he grabbed the man's arm and ripped the wand from his grip.

"Oh I could, but that wouldn't be fun wouldn't it?" He grinned before snapping the wand right in front of the man's eyes. A strangled noise escaped the man as his hand desperately reached for his wand. "Now, what shall I do to you? You gave me quite a bit of excitement out there."

"Ki'l e' plea-se," He paced the destroyed room. A briefcase was lying on the far corner hidden under a kicked-over chair. Walking over, he grabbed it and brought it back. He didn't pay any mind to the man as he searched his pocket and torn coat where he finally found two keys. A small smirk splayed upon his face as he jingled the keys in front of the man.

"Are one of these keys the one for your vault?" He questioned the dying man to whom he received a small nod. Sensing if it was a lie, he waited a few seconds before concluding that the man was telling the truth. Nodding, he happily pocketed the two keys. "Well, you provided me some fun and you also had your key on you. Guess that earns you a reward eh?"

The man lifted his head just enough for him to look into his eyes one final time. "Avada Kedavra," A bright green light filled the room, once it died down the lifeless body of the man fell over. His hand falling onto the remains of his wand.

A.N

I just wanted to see how this would go and how many people would like it. I won't be updating the story unless I deem it fit and then, only then, would I begin updating. I've got chapters all ready to be released but I won't be releasing until I feel like it's time. Sorry, but don't be expecting updates any time soon, cause like I said, I want to see how this goes. Regarding any grammar mistakes or punctuation problems that is my bad. On another note, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and please review. Other questions regarding the ff will be answered once chapter 2 is released other than that, all I can say is that this takes place in The Goblet of Fire.