Author's Note:

I am so sorry if this chapter isn't very good, I think I got what I was trying to say into it  Hope you don't mind it 

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The dark crimson banqueting hall glistened in the fluorescent light of a thousand suspended candles, each one hanging spectrally in mid air, casting long shadows across the gathering mass. The hall echoed with the primeval, angry screams of the congregation, all awaiting their chosen leader. The man in question glided to the head of the throng, his long silver hair cascading over his shoulders, accentuating the power in his sleek upper muscles. He stood on a prepared stage, his tall slender frame seeming to rise above the shifting crowd and establish instant authority. His silvery eyes swept the room calmly, the ancient portraits of family hanging gracefully against the bloody red walls. He tapped thrice upon the box and the room instantly fell to silence. This was his power, and he grinned menacingly at them.

"My dear and ever faithful friends, today we begin to enact the plan which has been our main focus for these long and stress filled years!"

He waited for a lull in the throng and, raising his voice ever so slightly, he continued:

"We have wished for this day since the time of the great disgrace…"

Once again, the baying crowd, their anger seeping from every pour like a bad smell, interrupted him. He scowled at the gathering, bringing them to a hiss.

"We have suffered! We have been exiled! Ostracised! Removed from all that we held dear to us! Our jobs! Our homes! Our FREEDOM'S!"

The crowd roared in agreement, their wild eyes searching to meet the man's in this dark place. He simply continued.

"We were hurled from our paradise! And for what?"

From the crowd came the choral response he was looking for. Muggles!

"Yesss friends! Those filthy Muggles have controlled us for far too long! They are the reason we shrink from the sun! It is our time and where are we? We are under the rock that our own kind have thrown us under!"

The crowd, now angrier than ever, began to move and rock, as if under a sort of trance, all focussing on the same area of the room. There, in the darkness behind their spokesman, stood hooded, clocked figures. They had just appeared out of the dust, no one had seen them enter.

"Friends! Good and Noble Comrades! We must take back what is rightfully ours! Reclaim what was taken from us! We must regain our positions in society. It is the only way that we can begin our lives, the way they are meant to be lived! In a Muggle and Mudblood free world! Who is with me? Who wants our justice?"

Now the man's silvery grey eyes wheeled widely around the room taking in the crowd. They were starring beyond him to the figures behind him. 'Morons' he thought and turned to the hooded figures, holding out both arms to a particularly tall figure standing directly behind him.

"Friends! If we are to succeed in our mission, we must have help. We cannot do this alone. We are separated by our mortality, friends. So, I have asked for an alliance with an older magic. One that the dark lord himself could not procure!"

Three of the hooded figures removed the caps and their eyes pierced the crowd. A cold shiver ran through the assembly, shock mingled with fear engulfed each member. Vampires. The room was so silent that a pin drop could be heard. The two flanked a single female, who looked up at Lucius, eyes ablaze.

"To you, Sir Malfoy, and your cause, my men and I are fully in agreement. We will follow you sir, until you are victorious."

Lucius reached for the cold hand and shivered at the icy chill. Still he kissed it, eyes always entranced by the beauty of the woman's face. Raven hair flowed in a long braid down to an hourglass waist. Full red lips parted slightly revealing perfectly set teeth, as white and brilliant as the ivory skin. The eyes were a piercing blue, but every now and then flashed a dazzling red that hypnotised the viewer. Elizabeta. Her outstanding beauty was beyond compare. Her scandalous birth and tendency to enjoy the human attention had cast her aside as a rebel from the ancient vampire family, the Volturi, and she had accepted this. Joining Lucius Malfoy's cause would be profitable for both parties. The Volturi were growing weaker, their respect being dashed to the winds with the rise of outlaws such as the Cullens and the Denali covens. 'Disgusting freaks', thought Elizabeta, and heard a chuckle from behind her. Brutus, her second in command, was not exactly clever, but he was an excellent fighter with a special talent for reading the minds of other non-human creatures. Always useful when fighting against other covens. Gregor, the other man flanking her, was also her mate. He was of a slender build, but his strength was incomparable, and his wit devilishly charming. At strategy, he had no better, and Elizabeta was proud to stand beside him.

Elizabeta's coven grew stronger by the minute, being organised in a militaristic fashion. It spanned across most of the British Isles now, only chosen from the select few who would be of use to her cause. Many recruits came from armies training for overseas missions. All who stood in that hall had heard of the terror that had been unleashed at a secret training facility in the muggle world. All knew that there would be nothing to stop the trouble moving inwards, towards home and the wizarding world, so having this dangerous creature and her coven on their side would intensify the strength of their cause. To be able to carry the great Dark Lord's will, they needed strength and power. Slowly a crashing roar echoed through the hall once more. All whooped and cheered at the masterful decision of their great leader, Lucius Malfoy, who had thought to incorporate two great strengths. Now they were impenetrable! Now they were invincible!

"WHAT NOW?"

A strong voice echoed through the hall. Lucius looked out and tried to pin name to voice.

"Now? Now we begin to move in. First, we show penitence, we show meekness and humiliation and regain a footing in the Ministry. Then, when the time is right, WE ATTACK!"

Roars, claps, cheers and cries at the promise of violence.

"YES, BUT WHY DON'T WE JUST ATTACK NOW? WE HAVE THE BLOODSU…."

"Because…" Lucius injected smoothly before offence to be taken, "We need to have power, and we need to show that we are truly sorry for our great mistakes. Do you understand? The Ministry will allow the ones of us who have the influence to regain footings in the Ministry ladder. Others of us may try begging if it is necessary, pleading with that headmistress at Hogwarts to be heads in the parental council. Choose small jobs that seem to them to be simply handouts for us poor deluded souls. But, with that small influence, we will have enough to penetrate the inner sanctum."

"Leave the violence to usss," Elizabeta hissed, quiet and yet clearly audible above the throng.

Both Lucius and Elizabeta locked in a fiery stare and began to laugh as if some private joke had been shared, causing the mass hysteria to fall into mass laughter.

From the far corner of the hall, cowering in the darkness away from the eyes of the mob of angry wizards and witches and the hoard of bloodsucking vampires stood Narcissa Malfoy. Her long silvery hair, which she had held so dearly before the wars, was now a short bob cut, shaping her beautiful, stern face. She saw the looks her husband shared with the beast and shivered, her disgust riddled across her face. For the sake of her son, she had to do what she had planned. She had to be brave and carry out her task. She tried not to think of it around these vampires, no one could trust them. Who knew what they could do to a persons mind if they wanted to. She knew about that Jane from the Volturi, who could make you feel pain. She had overheard her husband and Elizabeta speak often before the plans for alliance were revealed to the Deatheater Council, tales of how Elizabeta planned on rising above the 'petty riff-raff' and establishing 'the old world'. Even if Lucius did not understand, Narcissa knew what Elizabeta meant. When the Muggles were only slaves of the vampires, it would be the wizards who would next fall. The world would plunge into the Dark Ages all over again. She could not allow that. For Draco's sake, she had to do it. She had to find the Potter boy, the Boy Who Lived, and tell the wizarding world what was going to happen.