The Series: Volume 1 follows the tales of the youth with in Voldemort's army. Their lives, tribulations, and social circles amidst war will be looked to for action. We'll see familiar characters interact from numerous points of view all working in their own areas with in Voldemort's growing number of followers. Older and darker character will taint the youth and the youth will see the consequences of their actions.

The Chapter: Envelope 312 - October 16, 1998. In the following chapter Antonin Dolohov and Walden MacNair will make an appearance, as will the contents of the envelope Millicent gave to Theodore in the previous chapter. Halloween treats will be discussed with excited planning and the progress of the wizarding youths will be mentioned.

Chapter 1: Envelope 312

The crackle of the fire from the large personal office of Antonin Dolohov was soothing against the howl of wind outside. Seated with his most trusted cousin, Walden MacNair, the pair sat in silence a moment as the guest read over a very impressive letter. A small grin was curled upon his lips while he read and turned the page – Antonin grinned in return knowing how pleasing the news was.

"I see Bulstrode is doing quite well for himself in Prague," Walden MacNair finally shared as he refolded the correspondence and stuffed it back into an envelope that read 312.

Antonin Dolohov smirked as he sipped on his brandy not finding it necessary to speak. Instead he simply nodded. Everything was going as planned and there was perfection to be had in the coming months.

"I take it his daughter is proving quite the useful little pawn, isn't she?"

"On the contrary," Antonin finally spoke up, "I believe Miss. Bulstrode will be more valuable to the cause then a number of the new recruits. She's smart like her father and incredibly conscious of where she moves her chess pieces."

"I've never actually spoken to the girl," Walden confessed with a passive shrug. "She's the ugly one, right?"

Antonin chuckled slightly, "Well, I met with her a few weeks ago. She's actually grown into her features quite nicely. It seems the year abroad has shown her just how to accentuate her… better features."

"Marriage material now, is she?

The host of this little gathering cocked his head to the side in consideration and sipped at his beverage in hand. "I've considered it…"

Walden found it quite interesting that Antonin Dolohov, of all people, was defending a woman of all things. Granted the girl was Dolohov's second cousin twice removed on his father's side – but… he'd rarely shown interest in any young woman's…legitimate talents. "Considered it for who?" the man asked with an obvious amusement in his tone, "Yourself?"

"Don't be and idiot," Antonin rolled his eyes. "If you paid any sort of attention – the girls promised to the Minister of Romania's son. Though, the girl may come in handy where Nott is concerned."

"Ah yes, your new boy," the other man nodded knowingly. "How's he fairing. I understand he's a very diligent young man isn't he?"

"Yes, he is. It only concerns me that he pays no mind to his social connections."

"He's engaged to one of the-"

"Davis girls," Antonin completed the other man's sentence with a particular dull interest. He shook his head in disappointment at the thought.

"Perhaps," Walden offered in an attempt to comfort. "The boys not even looked into their family history. There's a chance that all he sees is what they bring to the table - wealthy and in all the right social circles."

"Perhaps," the other man nodded. "Though that doesn't particularly make it alright."

"You're planning on meddling, aren't you?"

"Me? Meddle?" Antonin repeated with a theatrical mock sarcasm. "I don't meddle, dear cousin, I simply imply paths. It can't be helped if people follow them."

The two men grinned mischievously as they sipped from their glasses and turned there attentions back to the crackling fire. Silence fell a moment before Walden spoke again. "Is Parkinson still hosting the Halloween Gala this year?"

"Man, where have you been?" Antonin looked to his guest with a particular accusing brow raise. "Parkinson's wife is overly fickle we choose her family home to host this year. I believe they've organized a rather impressive function. It'll hold host too many an exciting new change for all of us."

"Will the Dark Lord be present?"

"No, that thing only need be present when we need him," Antonin instructed dryly. "Lestrange was very vocal about our Lord being absent this go around."

"Ah," Walden nodded sagely, "And whatever the Prince of Walpurgis wants-"

"He gets…" the two men completed the sentence and then chuckled briefly at the simple fact.