Anthony Dolocelli quickly apparated from his office to his flat in downtown London. "Hey, mate," his roommate greeted him from the couch as he flipped through The Daily Prophet. "Get held up at the office?"

"Can't talk," Tony replied curtly as he ran into his bedroom. "I have…exactly three minutes to get there," he said as he returned with a large duffel bag, quickly glancing at the watch on his left wrist.

Understanding immediately, his roommate stood and walked over to him. "Anything I can do to help?" he asked as he watched his friend put on solid black robes.

"My mask on straight?" Anthony asked the other man as he placed a mask that resembled a human skull over his face.

"Perfect," came the reply.

"Good. Last time I was put under for two minutes because it was crooked," the dark man said as he kicked the duffle bag out of the way. "I'll be home late I expect." Without another word, he turned on the spot and disappeared with a loud crack.

Standing alone in the room now, the pureblooded man sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He wasn't a Death Eater nor did he have plans on becoming one. He was, however, fully supportive of his friend and what he did every day. 'He does so much to help the cause,' he thought proudly in his head. 'If only there were more like him.'

Miles away Tony Dolocelli reappeared at the bottom of a small grass covered hill. Around him were other witches and wizards, also dawning the black cloaks and white masks. None spoke a word to each other, as was the routine. They walked up the hill in silence until they reached a large manor.

The manor was a beautiful one that was seemingly located in the middle of nowhere. In all actuality, it was just outside of St. Ives, located at the very bottom tip of England. The Victorian house was surrounded by ornately carved silver gates that seemed to glow in the dark evening. These gates were simply stunning and had 'La Magia è Forza' written in what appeared to be the most precise cursive. When opened, the gate split perfectly down the center, splitting La Magia and è Forza.

There was not a place for a key, but three small panels and a larger fourth one. If one was to closely inspect the first three panels, he would realize that in each panel there was a small letter inscribed. M in the first, S in the middle, and D in the last. These three letters were written in beautiful calligraphy, true works of art. Directly under the middle panel was the fourth. This panel had no letters, but a tiny imprint of some shape.

Stepping forward, Dolocelli recited in a deep voice, "La nostra anima è pura. Le nostre intenzioni sono buone. La nostra lealtà si rivela fondato." Facing his fellows, Dolocelli called out into the crisp evening air, "Veruchia. Step forwards."

A tall prominent witch by the name of Giselle Veruchia emerged from the crowd of people. She was so honored – tonight she had been chosen.

Kneeling down, she lifted her left arm and pulled back her sleeve. Presenting her wrist to Dolocelli, another wizard in a mask stepped forward and handed him a small blade.

Anthony reached out toward the woman and removed her mask. Taking off his own mask, he looked the fair haired woman right in the eye. "Giselle Veruchia," he rumbled in a deep voice. "Is your blood pure?"

"Yes Dolocelli, member of the most honorable house." Tony took the blade and made a small horizontal cut on her wrist, directly below her mark. Taking the blood, he rubbed it onto the first panel. The blood automatically took to the M, filling it in, making it glow in the night.

"Are your intentions good?"

"Yes Dolocelli, descendant of the great Marcello Saverio." Using the knife he made another small horizontal cut underneath the first. Smearing the blood onto the second panel, a glowing red S joined the M.

"Does your loyalty prove true?"

"Yes Dolocelli, heir to Merlin himself." A longer, vertical third cut was made, connecting the previous cuts. Taking the final amount of blood from the woman, Dolocelli turned to the panels once more and added the last part. The M S D burned brightly through the night like a fire.

Reaching under his robes, Tony pulled out a thin silver chain. Attached to the chain was a gorgeously preserved artifact. It was a large tiger made of pure silver with dark onyx for the stripes. The eyes were glowing red rubies, as was its collar. Dangling from the collar was a beautiful D, exactly the same as the letter on the third panel.

Taking his chain, Dolocelli pressed the tiger to the fourth panel. A deafening roar came from somewhere inside of the manor and the gates swung open. Removing his necklace from the gates, Dolocelli turned back to the crowd.

"Friends. My home is now open to you. Our Lord awaits us in the drawing room. I advise you to go straight there. And please, mind the pets. Last time we lost three or four to them."

Umm...Hi? Lol. It was only 3 months this time not 5...? Sorry!

Isabel