It was dark, as if it was before morning, but after midnight. A dark figure sat in a Yew rocking chair, thinking thoughts, that were spoke to him long ago. You must kill Potter, my brother. If I should fail, and that is a very vague IF, you need to carry out what I wanted to do. The Riddle family shall triumph. He knew he had to do this, and, differing from Harry, he actually knew where his rival was located. A hiss came from behind him, but he did not fear. It was his snake, for he wanted to be like his brother, and thus named it Naginous. A dark figure walked in the room, a Death Eater by the name of Mirgroff, newly recruited by his master, and quickly gained respect among the rest.

"My Lord," said Mirgroff hesitantly, "we have been keeping an eye on Potter. He was seen in the Floo Network yesterday, apparently he had a meeting with the Minisry."

"And what do you suppose that's all about?" asked Geoffrey.

"My Lord, we believe they, the Ministry, knows of your existence."

"But, that doesn't explain why Potter went in there." Voldemort's brother was never the brightest thing. Many Death Eaters could outsmart him, but none feared to try.

"My Lord, some of the others, myself included, believe that Harry now knows of your existence. Apparently they had kept your files after the commission was disbanded, and I'm sure Harry had read it."

"And how, Mirgroff, did you come to that assumption?" asked Geoffrey in an angry, hasty voice.

"Well, Harry killed your brother, as you know, and that Kingsley must have thought Potter could do the same to you."

"My brother died of his own curse," yelled Geoffrey.

"Yes, My Lord, I'm sorry…"

"Leave."

And, at that order, Mirgroff buffed out the door, and slammed it shut as he stepped over the threshold. Geoffrey sat in his chair, angry at his own brother, to let him be killed by his own Killing Curse. It had been a little less than six months since he found out, and ever since then he had despised his brother. Hated the fact that he couldn't block his own curse, and it took his life. "Despicable piece of dirt," he said to himself. He sat in thought for hours. What am I going to do about a wand? I don't believe my petty Yew-Unicorn wand will do much to Harry, since he has the Elder Wand. But, Geoffrey didn't know that Harry had tossed aside the Elder Wand, deemed its power too great for its own use. And he didn't know that Harry had reverted back to his own wand. "Come, Naginous," he said. The snake slithered up his leg, then it rested its long body around Geoffrey's neck. He rubbed his hands on its head. "We must practice." They walk out of the room, and Mirgroff was setting in an ivory chair in the hallway.

"Mirgroff, gather more Muggles, I must practice again. I feel weak. I must be sure that I still have my powers."

"Yes, my Lord," said Mirgroff, staggering to his feet.

And on that note, Mirgroff trotted off down the hallway, and down the stairs. Geoffrey continued down the hallway, but turned off into a dark room. He lit the firelights setting around the room. The room was covered in ancient symbols, runes for transfiguration and transformation of an ancient kind.

A knock came on the door, and Mirgroff came in, with several Muggles behind him. He made them stand in the middle of the room, and then walked out, giving Geoffrey a faint smile as he left. Geoffrey stood their, smiling in the most evil way possible, rubbing the head of his snake. The Muggles had frightened looks on their faces, as if they had just seen a ghost. But, they knew what was about to happen. Geoffrey closed his eyes, and pointed his wand towards the Muggles.

"Avada Kedavra!"

And at that moment, he heard screams, and a loud bang. A Muggle was hit with the spell and crashed into the wall. He opened his eyes, and the rest of the Muggles were crying for help, they knew they would die soon. Once again, he closed his eyes. And they started screaming again.

"Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra!"

And then the room fell silent. Every Muggle that was brought in had been murdered. Their bodies lay on the floor, lifeless and pale. "Pathetic Muggles…I can't wait to rid the world of them…they are useless." He let out an evil laugh, and it could be heard throughout the entire house. Geoffrey left the room, and called to Mirgroff in anger.

"Yes, my Lord, what do you need?" he asked.

"Fetch the others. I need to speak with them."

"Right away, my lord."

Mirgroff walked down the stairs, and out the door. He mounted his broom, and strode off to retrieve his other companions.

Meanwhile, Geoffrey went down to the meeting room, and sat at the far end of the table, where seven other empty seats awaited him. He had brought one of the dead bodies down, and used magic to hang it up on the wall, to further practice his spells.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The body shook, but it was still lifeless. Geoffrey got an odd sense of humor from doing this, it felt to him like he was re-killing someone.

A few hours later, Mirgroff returned with his fellow Death Eaters. The scene was quite frightnening. The house was an old house, looking nearly one-hundred years in age. It's outside had vines crawling up the surface, and even mold in some places. A single light was shining through a window on the second floor, where Geoffrey had planned on meeting them. They all went into the house and slowly made their way up the rickety stairs. They arrived at the door, and they heard Geoffrey yelling curses for no apparent reason. They heard a whisper, an evil whisper, say, "Come in." The death eaters feared Geoffrey, just as they had feared his brother. No one wants to double cross a dark wizard, because they could expect a flash of green light to follow. They came in quietly and sat down at the long, corner-curved table.

"Ah, Geoffrey, still training, eh?" asked the Death Eater setting to his right. He had blond hair reaching down to his ears, and a face that would scare young children. He had no faint smiles upon his face. There was a scent of death in his midst.

"Yes, Wallem, I was. There is no better training then a dead body," said Geoffrey.

"To right you are, I get the best sense of pleasure whilst doing it," said Mirgroff.

"So, what have you called us here for, Geoffrey," asked the Death Eater on the other side of the table next to Mirgroff. He wore a mask, and a black cloak to hide his appearance. Geoffrey could tell he had a good Death Eater on his side.

"Potter." They all gasped, and Geoffrey gave them a wild look.

"What's the problem? It's just a name," he said.

"But sir, he defeated Lord Voldemort," said Wallem.

Geoffrey stood up, and pointed his wand at Wallem. "You fool, Potter did no such thing! My brother was killed by his own damn spell! How dare you presume that Potter could actually kill someone!"

"M-My apologies, sir. I-I did not mean to offend t-the family name," said Wallem in a scared tone.

"Good, don't do it again," Geoffrey said, and sat back down.

"Now," said Geoffrey, "Potter has become a problem. Mirgroff believes that the Ministry of Magic has informed him of my existence."

"But, how is that possible?" said a Death Eater.

"Jayson, I wasn't aware that you were here. As you all know, I was put through the Muggle Registration Commission and marked as a half blood. But my brother was told to put me in hiding. So into hiding I went. But, after the fall of my brother, the files in the Registration Commission were kept, in secret. And they had to have searched them, and recognized my name."

"But, sir, how do you know all this," asked Wallem.

"I have connections all over the place, Wallem. Fellow Death Eaters in the Ministry that had just been recently 'converted'. They were nice enough to inform me of what has come to pass."

"So, why is Potter a problem, exactly?" asked Mirgroff.

"Well, the Ministry isn't dumb. I'm sure they assume that Voldemort taught me everything he knew, and they assume that Potter would be the best choice to…kill me."

A sudden silence fell in the room; no one spoke for a few minutes. They all exchanged ghastly looks.

"But sir, you are stronger than Lord Voldemort ever was, ever could hope to be. Potter couldn't kill you!"

"Calm down, Jayson. It's true I posses skills that Voldemort didn't know existed, but my unicorn horn wand couldn't match to that of a phoenix feather. I need a better wand."

"Well, sir, you could always get your brother's old wand. It is the brother of Potter's."

"I understand that, but the wand is not rightfully mine. According to wand legend, the owner of the wand is now Potter. Along with the Elder Wand, and not to mention his own, I'm sure he'd be unstoppable," said Geoffrey.

"Actually," said Mirgroff, "the Elder Wand is no longer Potters. It has been hidden away. No one knows where it is. And as for Voldemort's, no one knows where it is. But sir, you're newfound powers can remove the wand 'legend' and you can become the owner of Voldemort's wand."

"Well, Mirgroff, we still have no idea where it is," said Jayson frantically.

"Don't worry," said Geoffrey, "I'll find it. It shouldn't be too hard. There are countless with information on its whereabouts, especially at Hogwarts, where rumors spread like a disease."

"You can't go into Hogwarts, I'm sure someone knows who you are."

"Not likely. Remember, I've been hid from the world. The only ones that know of my existence are the Ministry. I doubt anyone at Hogwarts would believe that I was real, they never believe the bad things, as you may well know. I can go for a visit, to discuss the battle that took place six months ago. I can act like I have no idea what happened, and then I can ask the question of where the wand might be."

"Very well, it seems we have a plan," said Mirgroff, who stood up. The other Death Eaters followed, and soon the room was empty again. Geoffrey sat there in silence, thinking. I need a name, as my brother had. I too, am ashamed of my father's name. He wrote his name in the air from fire, and stared at it. Geoffrey Amorvus Riddle. He sat for hours thinking of a name. He wondered how his brother had rearranged the letters of his own name to fashion himself a new one. I am Lord Vogedus. It sounds good, but it doesn't use all the letters of my name. Lord Vogedus, feared dark wizard in the world of magic. That sounds good. And so, Geoffrey had changed his name, to Lord Vogedus.