January came and went with little fanfare, that was combined with a dozen students from all three schools going missing. While the three Heads of Schools were without doubt of why the kids disappeared, they couldn't prove who had taken them. That wasn't to say they already knew it was the person behind it was Milenko. The spirit that inhabited the body of the once Potter son was as twisted and dark as The Dark Lord, something that it had no problem presenting to the worlds flinching horror.

James Potter found himself once again requested to Dumbledore's office. Rosalind was deteriorating faster by the day now, worryingly so with Valentines Day approaching. It was almost sickening how empty headed and superficial his daughter had become from the confident and fiercely intelligent witch that reminded him of Lily herself at that age. Lily had tried a laundry list of things to reverse the damage done to Rosalind, Dumbledore proved himself a failure with the debacle around Harry's disappearance when he was a toddler so the parents weren't about to believe that monster was the only chance to reverse the curse damage, and so far failed spectacularly at every junction. If Dumbledore begged the case of 'saving Harry's soul' one more time he was going to say fuck it and murder the old man by strangling him with his own beard.

"Oh good, a slave knows how to answer a masters summons. You have trained your pets well Dumbledore."

James froze and shook with anger at the voice. That.. that monster was in Dumbledore's office?!

"James is no-"

"No no, he's not your slave? Yet you tell him what to do and he does it. You tell him your little vigilante group needs an obscene amount of money to regularly fund the efforts to arrest fine upstanding wizards of Britain's Nobility. Wizards who you claim to be of the darkest sort and continued service to a Dark Lord that somehow defied death; wizards who did things against their wills by the way of a mind control spell and have long since paid back their debt to society. Money that the pet at your door hands over from a family fortune that has been dwindling at a speed that most financial experts would call alarmingly frightening." Milenko sipped from the mug of blood in his hands without batting an eye at the bristling of the 'older' wizard. "How else would you define a slave Dumbledore?" he asked casually tilting his head to the left making a stunning spell pass by his head and splash against the stone wall near the fireplace.

Dumbledore grimaced as his hands gripped into rather tight white knuckle fists. He knew Milenko hadn't thrown this meeting together for willy-nilly reasons, there was a reason for the demonically possessed Potter son to be here. "Why did you want this meeting with the Head of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter?" he asked through a forced calm.

"I've been quite bored. The Carnival hasn't gotten any guest since those twelve wonderful people came through to see the show. Why I was almost fond of the redheaded twins. Their screams as they ran from the Ringmaster and his abominations of nature… Regardless, I come bearing a deal for you Lord Potter despite yours and your wife's attempt at a purification ritual that would have killed your sons body. A body I am particularly happy in mind but that's neither here nor there" Milenko said waving his free hand theatrically. "I'm sure your daughter has gotten to the point she can barely speak and when she does it's little more than gibberish while all her actions are so based upon her hormones you probably have her locked up in whatever private quarters you and your wife possess so she doesn't fuck the first boy to flirt with her openly."

James hand twitched as his grip on his wand tightened. "What do you want monster?" he bit out with a harsh tone bordering on a growl.

"I do a single act of kindness once every four centuries or so. I missed my last one so I thought to myself 'Milenko, that little bitch you made stupid would make for a wonderful challenge. Why, you ought to return her intelligence to her and entice her to seek you out'. Petty revenge is such a fun game to play and beat" Milenko said with a smirk that revealed razor sharp almost fang-like canines. "Of course, I won't take away her scar. Oh no, the little bitch is going to live with that for the rest of her life. But for my kindness to go into effect Lord Potter, we need to make a deal."

The portraits of the previous Headmasters looked on in a mix of horror and awe as the young man that was Milenko was surrounded by ghostly eldritch sigils of powers that seemed to flicker in and out of existence. The last Eldritch Class Mage was a terrifying man from The Orient only known as The Master, a man who had been dead for nearly six hundred years. He was a man of such vile repute that his speaking his name or title, both cursed as a taboo that was still in effect to this day, was a death sentence for the speaker. The Master was infamous for imbuing every deal, every action he ever made where it concerned other beings, with warped eldritch magic that stole the sole and magic from his victims. No one was safe from his fury, his rage or his warped desires to see the world burn. Knowing all that they did, the portraits were horrified to see such a blatant use of eldritch magic again. Eldritch magic of that type, lost to time or so many had hoped, was at its a core a dark and sinister force that was as parasitic as it came.

"What's the catch?"

Milenko's eyes seemed to twinkle with a malicious glint. "Oh no catch but one teeny tiny little favor to be paid at a time of my choosing. That's all and I snap my fingers returning your daughters intelligence. All you have to do is" he extended his free hand to the side with palm up "is shake my head and seal the deal."

There was a tension in the air as Dumbledore tried to speak but a sharp snap of Milenko's fingers sewed the mans lips shut instantly with sharp edged silver wire not unlike barbed wire.

"Do we have a deal Lord Potter? Or are you as stupid as you look?"

Dark maniacal laughter and foul magic swept across the entirety of the Hogwarts ground when the two hands met, clasped and shook. A deal with the devil had been struck and for better or worse, it was most definitely worse for the remaining Potters though they didn't know it yet, there was a newly crafted vacuum of power that would soon be corrupted in the favor of an entity that might as well have been the Grim Reaper incarnate.

February third brought out an ominous dark cloud over the castle of Hogwarts. Over a startlingly short time Rosalind Potter was back to her old self albeit slightly more violent than she was previously. Watching her hex an idiot boy who thought he could be inappropriate with her like they could while under the effects of the degenerative spell was the highlight of any day though not many people would publicly testify to such sentiments; the Slytherins would say that the most guilty parties, Gryffindors to the shock of those who put the red and gold on such a noble pedestal, of the offensive were by far the stupidest and funny to watch their due suffering.

"STUPID INBRED PIECE OF SHIT! IF I HAVE TO BEAT ANOTHER MOTHERFUCKER LIKE YOU I'M GOING TO SLIT YOUR WORTHLESS FUCKING BODIES TO RIBBONS STARTING WITH THE FUCKING VOICE BOX AND END WITH YOUR MISERABLE LOT OF EXCUSES YOU CALL DICKS!"

The fact that the beyond infuriated Potter Heiress was seconds away from slitting a Hufflepuff boys throat ear to ear was beyond funny to Milenko. The fact he was clutching onto a wall for support while laughing hysterically while the Hogwarts staff and Potter parents were beside themselves with what to do made it even funnier to the mad mage. "Of all the unho-unholy things above and below, I knew it would do something to her but not this!" he managed out between almost painful sounding guffaws of laughter.

That admission turned the Potter parents, Hogwarts Headmaster and its Deputy Headmistress on him at once. Lily, beyond her wits ends by now, had the nastiest look on her face as she drew her wand and fired a vicious purple colored spell at Milenko.

Recognizing the spell at a glance Milenko let it hit, the flesh rotting off his hand and revealing the muscle underneath as a result without so much as a sign of pain on his face. "Give and take your ginger bitch. I gave your daughter her intelligence back and it seems her sense of compassion has left her because of the spell. Alchemists refer to it as the law of Equivalent Exchange. I could of left her as a brainless little bimbo but I did you and your worthless bloodline a favor in exchange for a favor I can redeem at any given time. Like right now for instance." A sickly black aura enveloped his hand before the flesh and his fingernails grew back perfectly though the stench of iron from his blood dripping into a large puddle was heavy in the air.

Lily's nasty glare turned on James and the Headmaster. "You allowed this!?" she snarled with a black hatred in her eyes.

"Oh the old fool tried to stop it but you see, this was a choice your husband made. It's too bad he didn't think before shaking my hand and sealing the deal. He left the favor open ended so I can ask for anything and Mother Magic will enforce it no matter the request I make!"

You could feel the temperature in the room drop to below zero as all the students sans Rosalind fled the room the adults and monster in human flesh were in. As cold as it was, it was silent enough to hear the earth rotating on its axis as Lily's black hatred filled glare went supernova in an instant. Watching James Potter, the famous Lord Potter and decorated Hero Auror of the war against The Dark Lord Voldemort, dodge the spell fire from his wife was comical as literally every category and grade of spell was tossed at the pale man. The redheaded woman's word were unintelligible in her fury and it seemed that the gravity of having a completely open ended favor with a monster like Milenko was deadlier than deadly. The fortune of the Potters could be gone in an instant, the entire Potter bloodline could be murdered by his hand on the order of the mad mage.. anything was possible and he, meaning James, was his own damnation.

Growing bored Milenko simply Phased out of the room after grabbing a seemingly 'empty' pocket of air. Reappearing on the astronomy tower he dropped the 'empty' pocket of air earning a whining yelp. "Spy on me now Luna? I'm not sure if I'm to be flattered or annoyed" he said rolling his eyes.

Luna huffed being found out and threw off the invisibility cloak she'd stolen from Filch's office. She had suspicions of who the owner was but the fact no one had claimed it for three years had her not quite caring since Wizengamot laws were clear on matters of 'Abandoned Pureblood Artifacts' and the laws of possession when it came to new owners. "I'd say flattered because I found it" the teen witch said with her arms crossed under her chest.

"The Clitoris?" Milenko asked. "I assumed all women knew where that was. Then again this century has turned most young into closeted finger sluts who wouldn't know how to have a good time with a real dick if it slapped them in the face."

"The Clitoris? What's that, some kind of muggle toy or something?" Luna asked with a confused head tilt. "No, a way to get around your little hangup about my age."

Milenko facepalmed at the fact Luna had no idea what he was talking about. "I have nothing about your age."

"You clearly do and have said so on more than one occasion."

"It's a manner of speech!" Milenko bit out with narrowed eyes. "It isn't about your age but your age. Torturing Riddle is one thing, she's a fucking immortal for the time being so turning her into an experimental torture doll is all never ending fun. Frankly, with all the lifetimes I have lived I have seen girls like you. You do not have the guts for casual murder. Prove to me that you do and we can revisit the discussion."

Luna opened her mouth to speak but Milenko was gone less than a blink. Milenko didn't think that she had the stomach for murder, casual murder, and the unspoken extension of Dark Magic? If he wanted to see her step up to bat she'd show him! The blonde Ravenclaw exited the tower with a dark contemplative look on her face. Who could she reasonably take and kill to prove just how capable she was of the things to make him reconsider how capable she was? A sudden idea made her smile sinisterly. Now that was most certainly an idea she could get behind wholeheartedly. It would prove to Milenko she not only had the stomach and was very capable but also solve one of the schools, no magical England as whole, biggest issues. Ending the dynasty of one of the most reviled men would certainly be a feather in her blood stained cap.

Nearly seven days exactly later the castle was filled with horror as Aurors and the White Paladins, the highest law enforcement in all of England directly under the rule of the sitting Monarch, stormed the Great Hall. Stripped naked, skinned and crucified to the cross was the form of one Draco Malfoy. The blonde ferrets eyes were gouged out, his belly slit open hip to hip and what remained of his 'manhood' was not only cut off from his groin but shoved through the hole in his neck so that the mushroom head was peeking out between the dead lips. While the Aurors and White Paladins tried to reign in order Milenko took in the scene with an amused sort of stoicism.

"Still think I don't have what it takes or that my stomach is incapable of handling it?"

Milenko turned his head just enough to see Luna licking something red from her fingers.

"Strawberry jam, I was quite hungry by the time he stopped spasming for the last time" Luna said seeing the raised eyebrow.

"You really want this don't you?" Milenko asked noting a previously unseen blonde man appear from the antechamber where he knew a poor mage like the current brand could travel into by fireplace.

"Call it my innermost hearts desire."

"Why?"

"I've seen things to come. You need me."

"I don't believe in foretelling the future." Milenko pushed off the stone and past Luna. "But I do believe in intrigue and that you have done. Prove yourself to me, truly prove you want it so badly, and I might make you immortal like me. I might take you with me. After a couple of rituals of course, I am a lot of things but not a pedophile." Then he was gone.

Luna smiled serenely but if one were to look closely, really closely, they would see the malice bubbling up into her blue eyes not a few shades darker and tinged with a dash of near black green around the pupil.