Darkness… the absence of light.


She was my light… the only source I had ever known.


I’ve lost track of how long it has been. How long since she died.


Could it have been days? Months? Perhaps years now?


My dear Narcissa… how I’ve failed you. For all my power… I couldn’t stop death from claiming you.


I leap to my feet. “That’s it!!!!!”

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Power.


In the end it all boils down to power and how to acquire it.


I have power. But it isn’t enough.


I bonded with the Horcrux of Anubis. I have power that rivals that of the late Dark Lord. I have power, but I still can’t seem to destroy Harry Potter. I can’t seem to destroy the cursed Order of the Phoenix. I can’t seem to finally achieve my birthright to rule over the Wizarding World.


I need more power and now I have the opportunity.


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“Enough!!!!!” I shout across the room at my cowering followers. For the past hour all of them have been offering excuses as to why Potter isn’t dead like he should be. Some like the Lestranges have pointed at the small successes such as the death of the muggle born witch, while others have sought to turn my ire to the failures of those no longer able to defend themselves such a Bellatrix.


( No More Excuses )

Potter is dead!!!!!!


Finally he’s gone, out of my way, destroyed. If nothing else positive came from my machinations yesterday the elimination of the hero once and for all makes all the losses worthwhile.

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The fool probably never knew what he did. Switching the potions. However, the snivelling wretch has set my plans back. It has made my next move that much more difficult. I no longer control the Ministry of Magic and the Ministry will be much more vigilant with regard to me trying to infiltrate my people into the key positions I need without my puppet approving the moves.


( Death to a Blood Traitor )

I will give the bloody so called Order of the Phoenix some credit. They refuse to roll over and allow me my rightful place. As I stalk around my study like a caged animal I reflect upon all that has happened this week, the few successes sullied by the failures of my followers.


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Curse Bloody Bellatrix Lestrange to hell! I’m pacing my study in Castle Grindelwald. We are launching another night of terror on the full moon in six hours and she hasn’t been seen in the last 48. Repeated casting of the Cruciatus upon her husband have only revealed that the poor sod has no idea what or who is wife is getting up to nowadays.


( Blood Moon )

Thus far my plans are working nearly flawlessly. The reign of terror I’ve unleashed upon Britain has people feeling terror they’ve not felt since The Dark Lord reigned. After the big night of the full moon I’ve contented myself with having my followers making random strikes upon easy targets. My pawn in the Ministry keeps their resources misdirected. The fools of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement during the past couple of months have side lined many of their most capable witches and wizards and are using resources to track Potter for me.


( The Next Step )

Tonight is the night. All of my plans are coming to fruition. The pieces are in place and the opening salvo of my ascension to absolute power begins.


It has taken time to consolidate my power over those I freed from Azkaban. Some are willingly serving me: MacNair, Jugson, and even young Carrows. Others such my dear sister-in-law Bellatrix and her husband are going to bear close watching. Ultimately they will serve well. They are survivors and know that as things stand now if they don’t serve me I’ll destroy them.


( Terror in the Night )

Damn it all to hell! Once again Potter has eluded me. The last time I made the mistake of leaving him to die slowly. This time I simply underestimated him or overestimated my own abilities. I won’t make that mistake again.


( Post Battle Clean-up )

I’ve set the pieces for the battle in place. According to my intelligence, all of my primary targets are in the North wing of the prison. The plan is simple. The Inferi will be the shock troops. They’ll blast their way through the main gate and begin killing anything that resists as they release the prisoners.

( The Art of War )

“Fenrir! Will your people be ready!”


The old werewolf is moving slowly after his last transformation. Rothweiler isn’t able to supply both the Inferious Potion and the Wolfsbane in quantities like I need. As loathe as I am to do it I’m going to need to once again involve Severus. Why can’t I trust you to be loyal!


“Yes Lord Malfoy. My people will be fully recovered in time for your plans.” He bows despite the pain it causes him. He along with the others have learned the hard way to show me the appropriate reverence I deserve as a god among mortals.


The corners of my mouth twitch with a smile. “Excellent, you’ll be well rewarded for your service.” And he will be as long as I have need of him.

( Behold, the Reaper Cometh )

It is with both disgust and trepidation that I write the first of many missives for today. It’s become apparent during the planning of the raid upon Azkaban that I’ll need wands to arm the prisoners I free. I could potentially, have my resources within the Ministry release to me the wands of those that have the possibilities of ever being released. Unfortunately, many of the key prisoners I’ve targeted are those that have life sentences and as a result the Ministry snapped their wands. Fortunately I have a solid source for replacements.


( Deals With Allies )

For the first time in months I stand on British soil. Restrained before me is the key to the success of my plans. Given the events of the past few months no one will question any oddities of behaviour. However, without this wizard supporting the light, I shall be victorious.

( The Key to Victory )

I stare around the table at my allies I’ve assembled. Sitting nearest are my inner circle, including my beloved wife. My preference would be to keep Narcissa from dirtying her hands, but with Snape acting oddly enough to be less than trustworthy I need someone of capability and intelligence at my side.

( My Dark Order )

He’s succeeded! Snape delivered to me my first fully functional Inferious this morning, one Melinda Roberts. He was rather smug about his success when he arrived this morning with her in tow to present to me. Together we preformed a bonding ritual that linked her to the Dark Mark in my arm. About time that cursed thing was useful. I just hope none of my other followers realize that the control they have over my creations is due to their Marks and not just my whim. Severus is probably the only one clever enough to figure it out, but he unlike most of the fools I associate with seems to be above their petty power plays.

( Success )

My plans haven’t been moving along quite as I wished. I had felt certain that once I killed Potter that I would be able to rally the support of Dark Creatures and Dark Wizard throughout Europe. Unfortunately, it appears Potter leads a charmed life and he survived. That set back my plans for recruiting allies.

( Other Setbacks )

The vein in my temple is throbbing. That idiot boy! I've plotted, planned, bribed, and threatened for months to set things in motion to bring him back to England, to take control of the Malfoy Estate, and to be in position to use those assets to assist my cause.

( Foiled Plans! )

This week has been one of impatient waiting. For whatever reason of his Severus all but insisted we delay the ceremony until he could study the Tablet and the Horcrux. My oily friend is up to something. What I’m not certain, but in the end I think he remembers his place.

( Waiting Impatiently )

With Nott, Crabbe, and Goyle in tow I approach the researcher campsite surrounding the tomb. If my instructions were followed to the letter I should find all occupants in a deep magical slumber cast by my two pet curse-breakers, Burkes and Zeller.

( Plans Coming Together )

I now understand how The Dark Lord felt when we, his followers, were gathered. I look at my spy laying prostrate before me and a smile tugs. My servant, while slow, has done all that I’ve asked him. He shall be rewarded.

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I wad up the missive from one of my agents in Britain and fling it into the fireplace. Arrogant miscreant, who does he think he is.

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Four years! It has been over four years since the Dark Lord was vanquished.

I sit in the small study of the hidden villa that has been my home for the past six months sipping mulled wine while I reflect. I hold in my hand the latest reports from my various agents.

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