The Manor

I was standing on the rooftop of a dark manor outside of the skirts of London. Scar was doing the same standing to my right and Jessi was on my left. Blaze was around the outside scanning the perimeter. For the past couple of weeks my team and I had been scoping out this manor. This particular place had beens in my sights long before I was transferred to London, but I couldn't do anything other than concentrate on the mission I had at hand. After I was transferred, our Master granted me the privelage to do a couple of missions of my own priority. This was one of them.

After looking after the placenight and day, observing its activity, we decided it was time to enact a plan of action. We each had our own reasons ,of course, me in particular. But in similarity we were all just curious. Ever heard of 'Curiosity kills the cat'? Well for us, curiosity lets us do the killing.

Putting on a devilish smirk, I looked to my right at Scar. She had strawberry blonde hair with the lightest blue eyes. In the sunlight you could barely see them but at night, they shined really bright. She and I were also the same height: 5'6". She wore the same smirk as I which meant that we were both hoping for the same thing. I looked to my left at Jessi. He was only an inch or two taller than me. He had sandy-blonde hair and Hazel eyes that changed color every time the sun hits them. I motioned for him to make the first move.

Jessi nodded, smiled, and whispered, "Let the games begin." He then jumped off the rooftop of the manor. Scar and I watched as Jessi did a 180 turn in the air and caught himself on a window ledge. He pulled himself up and disappeared into the window. It was a good thing that was part of our training. An idiot would try to climb up the house and possibly cause some sort of ruckus. If you trained, it could be affective, but, if you weren't, it was a good way of getting caught.

Two seconds later, silent as ever, Blaze took Jessi's place by my side. Blaze was six feet tall with dark black hair and blue eyes. Except his eyes were so dark that at night they almost look black. With my nod, one by one, we jumped off and did the same as Jessi, hauling ourself into the window. Once we were all inside the dark manor, we had completed stage one. Holding up two fingers, we moved forward.

We went straight down a dark hallway until we came across an intersection. There were three different ways to go. Left, right, and straight. I pointed in both directions, silently commanding us to seperate. Jessi went left, Scar and Blaze went Right, and I continued Straight.

As I walked down the narrow hallway, I realized tht the manor had a rather somber feeling to it yet it was still dark and nefarious. That alone would probably leave any normal muggle in the mist of trepidation. But I wasn't normal nor was I a muggle.

I continued down the hallwy until I reached the end where there was a balcony and a staircase to the side. I looked over the railing of the balcony and at the bottom I could see wooden floors. I jumped over the railing and landed silently in a crouch at the bottom. Then I heard a deep voice coming through a doorway. I put my against the wall besde the door and listened.

"I believe these are the ones you felt go through the wards, my Lord." said the deep voice.

"There were four of them Lucius." said another voice. It sounded like hissing.

Shit. They had my team. Who the hell were these people? We were never caught in a mission.

Another voice spoke. " I believe the fourth is right outside the door my Lord."

"Fetch her, Severus." One hissed.

I quickly looked around seeking a way out but I couldnt leave my team behind. I decided that I would hold a rescue mission but I need more teams. I ran back up the stairs and tried to head back to the window but then appeared black smoke and then a person.

He wore a black cloak and black clothes underneath. He had dragon hide boots on and had black hair down to his chin and obsidian eyes. In his hand was a wand. He was a wizard. Fuck.

I didn't have time to react when he grabbed me. We were then enulfed in black smoke and I immediately knew what we were doing. We were apparating. I quickly close my eyes.

When I open my eyes again I was on the floor and around me were people in black cloaks standing in a circle. To my left, Scar, Jessi, and Blaze were being held by men who each had a wand at their throats.

"Nice of you to join us," said a hissing voice behind me. I quickly turned around to see a pale bald man with no nose, but slits to breathe through. He was also wearing a black cloak and he had a white boned wand in his right hand. His wand hand.

He spoke again. "Very good, Severus." The man walked around me, as if he was observing a subject. Soon he was in front of me again. "Dear girl, do you know what we are?"

I knew exactly what they were because I was one myself. However, these were a different kind of wizards. Dark Wizards. I looked at the snake-like man in front of me. I spoke one word. "Wizards."

"Good, good." he hissed appreciatively.

I looked at my team. They looked fearless, no expression at all just like we were taught. I turned to the man. Judging by the he acted, he was the leader. Good.

I could tell what kind of leader he was. Territorial, he was a dictator. He expected everyone to fear him; to drop at his feet and beg for mercy. With his red eyes, he could put you in pain. He reveled in pain, in the screams of people in danger, engrossed in fear. He could have a pool of blood at his feet from his many victims and feel no remorse. How do I know this? Because he was exactly like me, my team, and my Master. The Tri-arcs in general. We were merciless unless you were one of us. Then you might be spared.

I looked right into his red eyes. "I don't know what you want but I will answer any questions you want, just get the wands back into the pockets away from my team's throats and leave them unrestrained. They won't go anywhere or do anything unless I say otherwise. As if you have anything to fear, they are just muggles. They can't do anything."

"And if they were to try anything? What then?" asked a tall dude with platinum blonde hair. He stood to my left.

I looked at him. "They know the definition of punishment." I sounded venomous. But then again I had too. I was the commander of my team. When it came to punishment, I had to carry it out.

The leader nodded. I watched as they put their wands away and let my friends go. I looked at each of my team in the eye. They nodded, understanding their orders.

The leader spoke again. "How do you know what we are and our world?"

I had my wand in my boot. I always had it on me, I just didn't always have a reason to use it for missions. I didn't usually get conflicted with wizards. Keeping eye contact with the leader's red eyes, I reached down and pulled out my wand to show him. "Because I am just like you."

The leader's eyes narrowed just as a high-pitched psychotic scream from behind me echoed through the room. "A mudblood?! What a surprise."

I growled with venom. "I am no mudblood." In my eyes, a mudblood was a vile thing. "My father was a powerful wizard, so I've heard."

The leader hissed. "What's is your name, girl?"

I did expect this. Wizard families were separated by Pure-bloods, half-bloods, and muggleborns. Most pureblood and half-blood families were well known. But I wasn't able to find much about mine.

I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding during my thoughts. "My name is Victoria Alena Riddle."

Throughout the room, I heard gasps form from the other wizards. Once all was quiet, the leader spoke. "Welcome home, my daughter."