Hi, so here is another story, after a little break i decided to return to this wonderful fandom with two stories. This one is a new one for me as it involves going to a place where i have never been before and writing from a perspective i have never written in before which is the Death Eaters. Nataylia is my own character (related to Astoria Greengrass as her aunt) and Dolohov is course JK Rowlings.

There are some backstories here that are my own. For example i cannot find anywhere where Dolohov joined the Death Eaters, i know some fanfics say he was in the orginal group when Voldemort was at school but for this fic i have decided to make him the same age as the Potters. I have tried to work with the same timeline but if there is any inaccuracies i do apologise.

This story will be about seven chapters long and will jump around events so please keep that in mind. Next chapter will be in the last year at Hogwarts.

Spelling and grammar are not my strongest gift so i apologise for any errros. I will try and update sooner rather than later.

Disclaimer-Nothing is mine other than Nataylia.

Please Read and Review and let me know what you think.

Face-To-Faceless

A Harry Potter prequal story. Potentially AU. Before Bellatrix and Rodolphus there was another married couple who lived and loved in the service of Lord Voldemort. Dark Fic—Dolohov/OFC.

Chapter 1-But What Is As Headstrong As Youth.

The year is 1975. Voldemort is thriving in the Wizarding World. And Antonin Dolohov is looking for a chance to gain his mark and his place at the Dark Lord's side. However, someone might just beat him to the punch.

The weather on the 1st of September 1975 is a dismal grey. There is no rain, no breeze, no sun, just grey clouds and loud chatter. Merlin she hated the fucking chatter. It made her want to curse the little First Years until they stopped. Why oh why couldn't they make the Cruciatus Curse legal? Let the little shits that went to school with her learn them? Thin the heard. See what she cared about it.

The girl in question was called Nataylia Greengrass, she was a fifteen year old Slytherin with dark hair that span over her shoulder in dark waves and eyes that she had been told by some insane or quite frankly suicidal (she had not truly decided) hopeless romantic by the name of Reg Cattermole that a man could drown in.

Nataylia had, had a great amount of pleasure in throwing Reg Cattermole across the room into a heap with a flick of her wand and then spending a good hour and a half avoiding James Potter who while always up for a good fight (the one quality about the prick that she could admire) had been so not what she needed right there and then.

She was currently lying on her back on the seat in the carriage. She had charmed the door and she was fully intending to kill anyone who came through the door and was just debating weather or not she should go and find a particularly high pitched first year to scare (she always felt it was good to get the message out before they got to school so the newbies new where they were on the ladder) when the door opened and someone had the audacity to break into her carriage and come in!

She sat upwards her wand out but before the first curse could leave her lips she saw who it was.

Antonin Dolohov.

Otherwise known as the biggest prick in existence. And that was including Lucius Malfoy who was so sticky he made Snape who was in the same year as her look like Peter-Fucking-Perfect.

She raised one eyebrow.

"Dolohov?"

He was still good looking, incredibly good looking if Nataylia was being fair to him. She was a teenage girl after all. Dolohov had his father's good looks, the dark curly hair, the dark eyes, the tanned skin and the pointed cheekbones that most models would commit murder to have. He had the scar gotten last year during a nasty duel that was rumoured to have involved two rookies from the Auror department being killed and of course he had his mother's fantastic arrogance. Had Nataylia not loathed him on sight (for she did not want anyone to be more arrogant than she was) she might have liked him.

"Good summer" he said not really phrasing it as a question and instead sitting down. "Brother still not consorting with the other kind?"

"Cyrus has plans to be a healer and therefore does have to…associate with the muggle borns of this world" she said with a sigh leaning down again and turning her attention to the suitcase dangling in the hold on above her.

"I do not understand why he would want to work at all." Dolohov said wrinkling his nose. "Unless of course it was in service off…" he trailed off suddenly as if he had said too much and for the first time since this enigmatic man had entered the carriage she found herself intrigued by what he had to say.

She knew of course where Dolohov's allegiances lay. Most within Slytherin knew that he was being marked as the first in the next and perhaps the most savage generation of Death Eaters. They were pure bloods of the old world and of the old line and it was expected in much the same way marriage was that at least one of them would go to war and ensure that the family continued to keep their trees pruned and the world to rights.

But Dolohov was different. He seemed to actually believe, to enjoy, to get a thrill. For her…for her if she was being honest it was all rather disingenuous. She liked causing pain, didn't mean that she wanted to be a slave under a man and do his bidding. No…Nataylia Greengrass had a bit more in her for that. If she was going to end up in Azkaban or dead or running the world she wanted to do it on her own terms and not over the crime of being associated with anyone else.

That didn't mean there wasn't compensation of course. If her mother got her way at least one of these boys becoming men—who would all bare the snake and skull brand that was so often being broadcasted on the front page of every newspaper in the world, would be her husband. Again something that she did not care about. Unless…well…it was all rather moot. She did not dwell upon curly haired boys with arrogance and dimples. In the same way curly haired boys with arrogance and dimples did not dwell upon her.

The world was much simpler like that.

"Have you seen him?" she asked though compelled to be curious. Nataylia had heard the stories of the man that was calling himself Lord Voldemort. She had listened to the stories of the attack on the muggles, on the muggle borns, on the half breeds that he considered unworthy to possess and study magic. She agreed with him of course—she was a Greengrass but she had never actually seen the man he was (she wondered weather anyone had as nobody seemed to garner a good likeness of him) and only his followers acted within his name and they caused (depending on how you viewed it) utter carnage or utter ridicule.

"I saw him speak to my father in our drawing room the other day" Dolohov said in a hushed tone after checking that they were alone—not that he needed to her spell work was impeccable—thank you very much.

Nataylia raised an eyebrow though she was impressed. To see the Dark Lord was to see power the likes she had never seen before, to see the Dark Lord was to see what made Pure Blood Families within this world what they were. Most of them, most of the true families at least depended on this wizard saving them from acceptance, and for fuck's sake integration with the muggles thought that the Dark Lord was onto something.

Of course, selling your son and daughter to the service of a him was another story entirely. Even her father, who was a dedicated believer had given implicit instructions that she and Cyrus were not to engage in any behaviour that could paint them enemies of the Ministry of Magic. Until the Dark Lord moved out into the open they were dedicated believers in the new regime which was driven more by what blood you were and who you knew.

Dolohov stared at her and Nataylia pulled herself out of the past and into the presence.

"What was he like?" she asked quietly "What was it like to stand in his presence?"

Dolohov winked at her and Nataylia was suddenly aware of just how good looking he was. He leaned forwards and when his words hit the air it was with inches separating her ear from his mouth sending shivers down her spine with something in the air that she would not admit to and she thought that she was desperate…just desperate to get that feeling back. She wanted his lips near her ear, she wanted his lips to touch her ear, indeed if she was being honest with herself she wanted everything and anything that he could give her in this moment despite her vow that she was not going to give up anything to this curly haired, dimpled version of arrogance that was standing in front of her.

"Electric" was all he said, "You should come Greengrass one night if you are desirable to it. You should come and hear him speak of his vision of the world he wants to build. You don't even have to have a mark if you don't want to, but you should just listen to him…the wizard is a visionary Nataylia."

Nataylia smiled even as the train jolted along. Despite everything she had previously promised herself she found that she was widened her legs somewhat despite the fact that she was not wearing tights underneath he school skirt. Dolohov's eyes flashed and his smile grew and Nataylia knew that she had him on the run and she felt a flash of delight that came with the knowledge that she had a good man on the run or at the very least a pure blood man on the run. It was intoxicating, invigorating and quite frankly it made her blood run hot with desire.

Dolohov watched her and she took a great pleasure with watching his eyes flash with something. She pushed herself forwards so that she was sitting up and he was looking down at her. She pushed herself upwards and leaned so that he was straining to hear what she was saying.

"Ah" she said finally letting herself breath into his ear. "Well, I suppose the fact that he's offered a place within his organisation to me when I come of age and not to you does not reflect too badly on you and your family. Perhaps he'll come around for a son off the second-best pure blood families when he's done with the best"

There was a pause as the smug smirk of Antonin Dolohov fell and he looked more like a fifteen year old boy for the first time since he had slipped into the carriage with all the arrogance he could muster. Gone was the confidence and Nataylia had a moment of pure pleasure seeing him stripped of everything that he was and what he wanted. And she had made him look that helpless. It was a heady feeling. She wanted nothing more to do than to do it again and again in between hurting him.

He gaped at her and suddenly she couldn't help herself or stop herself from being bold. She had always enjoyed playing with fire and there was very little in her experience that was better than toying with the feelings of a boy like Dolohov. She leaned forwards and kissed him on the cheek and then left the carriage throwing a cackle over her shoulder. She was going to see if she could get some water but as she left she could hear the swearing and a flash of light which told her that some poor little first year had just caught a curse from a man who had just learnt that arrogance in the world could only get you so far.

That night Nataylia was eating at the Great Hall. The House Elf's had outdone themselves and she was eating slowly. Her mother had been sharp with her hands when she got the impression her children were doing something that could embarrass her at her social occasions. She had been taught to eat slow. So as she worked through her lamb cutlets and new potatoes drenched in garlic, she found that she was looking around the hall. Dumbledore had not given any indication of the storm clouds that were gathering around the world and so the Slytherin table did not give into any gossip about offers that they might have received over the summer. They would do that later.

Nataylia had not been lying when she had told Dolohov that she had been scouted by Lord Voldemort but it had been less than exciting. The way the visionary as Dolohov called him, saw the pure blood families give one child at the very least to his cause. Cyrus certainly could never take the Dark Mark—her brother thought the muggle borns were deserving of magic which had caused more than one blazing argument with their father.

Desert came and after much deliberation (because there was so much to choose from) she chose a pecan and honey tart which was crisp, smooth and with enough ice cream to make her day. She licked her spoon not caring about how it looked—If Primrose Parkinson said anything she'd smack her, Nataylia was itching for a good fight even if the teachers were in plain sight—when she felt someone's gaze on her. She turned tucking her dark hair behind her ears and saw that Antonin Dolohov was watching her his own desert which was a huge slab of chocolate cake and his eyes were blazing again.

Nataylia winked at him and then broke the connection trying to prove that she was totally unconcerned with that blazing look he was giving her. She wasn't, it was almost unnerving and she found that she wanted it to both stop and continue. She took another mouthful of water and thought about it, things were changing, had changed this year and now she was fifteen and there was a war on the horizon and even a look from a boy could mean anything.

That night she stayed awake staring at the four poster bed. It was raining and she could hear the rain lashing against the window. Nataylia Greengrass closed her eyes determined to sleep uninterrupted by thoughts of dark eyed men and a world that was going to change.

Little did she know that the dark eyed boy that she had teased and who had teased her would become one of the greatest killers of all time with a name known and spoken throughout the Wizarding World.

Little did she know how much she would help him or how much she would do herself. Or how it would end. Perhaps if she had known that in advance things would be very different. But she didn't…and so she turned over in her sleep and dreamt of other things.

And there you are, let me know what you think and will do my best to update sooner rather than later.

Next Chapter-It's 7th year at Hogwarts, the clouds of war have gathered and the world is on the brink of war. Lily Evans and James Potter are making decisions and so are Nataylia and Antonin. The lives of this year will never be the same again.