A sense of anticipation filled the room as the group of Death Eaters waited for their esteemed Lord. Only recently the group had suffered some heavy losses, two of Lord Voldemort's lieutenants had been killed by the Boy who lived Harry Black, formerly known as Potter. Several Death Eaters had faces that were shadowed, these were people that infiltrated all walks of Magical life.

Lord Voldemort, the most feared Dark Lord to walk in the United Kingdom was standing in a side room listening the whispers of his loyal servants. The man, no, immortal, looked down at his hand noticing a slight tremor going through the long spider-like fingers. He clenched his pale fist to stop the twitching. The being once known as Tom Riddle knew there was something wrong with him. In the past month since the battle at Godric's Hollow, Voldemort had noticed his magic weakening.

Shaking the sliver of fear off, the being held his head up and opened the door striding into the banquet hall that belonged to Geoffrey Nott and had become his new home. He felt the loss of Nagini keenly as he looked around at his assembled followers.

"My Lord," greeted him as he passed those that were waiting until he reached the dais standing next to last lieutenant Nott Sr.

"My lord, everyone has gathered for your announcement," Nott proclaimed. Voldemort looked around taking note of the ones that did show their faces and the ones that hid in the shadows. A flash of blond in the back made him take note of Draco Black, the son of his former lieutenant Sir Lucius Malfoy. The being was still not sure of the teen's loyalty, but if proven true with his assertions then all of Voldemort's enemies will be killed.

"I expected to see your son, today, on his sixteenth birthday," Lord Voldemort whispered to Geoffrey. Voldemort's glee grew as he saw the slight bobbing of the man's adams apple and a pearl of sweat gathering on his forehead.

"He could not be with us, the boy has sought sanctuary with the Duke of Anglia," Nott returned swallowing.

"Mister Black, step forward," Voldemort called out. The teen stepped forward sweeping his hood back. Platinum blond hair was swept back on his head, his grey eyes looked at Voldemort almost defiantly. "What do you know of this?"

"Theodore came to Lord Rendlesham before we had gotten off the train from Hogwarts, apparently Harry had been talking with him behind my back," Draco shrugged reinforcing his Occlumency shields and planting false memories to distract the Dark Lord. If Voldemort were really determined he would break through Draco's shields, but Harry Black, the Lord Rendlesham, had used a spell on him to lock away his secrets.

"I am most disappointed, Nott, the next generation will continue our glorious work of irradicating the Muggle-born scum that are like a disease on our society," Voldemort began, "and they will help with bringing back the traditions of our forefathers."

"I will find him, my lord, and bring him back to the fold," Geoffrey bowed slightly.

"Now, we must mourn the loss of Lucius and Bellatrix. However, we have more recruits joining us each day," the Dark Lord told his followers. "Today, marks a special occasion when I will introduce you to my child and heir."

Gasps filled the room. Draco wondered if Cassiopeia LeStrange was about to be introduced to them all. He had met the girl last summer and knew she was as evil as her mother, Bellatrix No Name (once LeStrange). The dark-haired teen had announced on the train journey back from Hogwarts four days ago that she would be joining Harry, Draco and the others for their sixth-year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"I would like to introduce Prince Noah De Coeur, my heir and child who shall stand by my side as I raze the Muggle world," Voldemort whipped his hand out with a flourish. A person entered through the door that the Dark Lord had appeared from. Draco looked at the figure but could not make out any features, whether they were male or female. A black cloak surrounded the person, and a hood covered their face. Only a lock of black hair slipped from the cowl.

"Father," a voice came from within the hood. It sounded gravelly but had no masculine or feminine quality to it. Draco knew the person was using a masking spell to hide their voice. He wondered why the Dark Prince would need to hide their identity. The figure stepped forwards towards the platform, then knelt down in an old sign of fealty.

"You are most welcome, you and I shall rule all of the United Kingdoms," Voldemort spoke with relish, "Now, arise, my child!"