Dark Heritage

The night was cold.

An icy wind rustled through the trees, and the new moon's light shone down weakly. If you looked carefully you could still see the shadow of the full moon, as if it was cradling the new in its arms.

Deep in the unnamed forest, twelve figures in dark robes circled around a fire.
These were the first of the Death Eaters. More would come soon, when they were told of the Dark Lord's revival.

In the center stood the Dark Lord Voldemort himself and next to him the rat-like Peter Pettigrew. Voldemort waited until all of them were standing in the clearing before doing anything. He was still getting used to owning his own body, and not leeching off another's. It felt strange having so much freedom.

The Dark Lord waved his hand almost carelessly and all at once the pile of twigs beside him burst into wickedly burning flames. It was but an example of his power, showing his followers that he needed not a flimsy wand to do his magic. As expected, most jumped back in fear, not expecting him to be so powerful, so soon.

He watched as they brushed themselves down hastily and leapt back to where they had been -pretending nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all.

"Lucius," the Dark Lord called out suddenly, and from the circle stepped one of his most faithful and obedient followers, a man named Lucius Malfoy.

"Yes Lord?" he asked, bowing his blonde head neatly. The light reflected off his hair, turning it orange with the fire's flickering light.

"Your son. . ." Voldemort hissed, in his gravely voice, "What is his age. . .?"

"Sixteen, my Lord" Lucius replied, bowing yet again.

"Then he is nearly of age. . . Have you told him of my plans?"

Lucius shook his head. "No, but if you wish I will. Just say the word and I will obey."

The Dark Lord smiled, his face contorting into a deathly mask of pure ugliness. "No... Leave him. . . He does not need to know of his destiny just yet. . ."

"Very well my Lord." Lucius said and stepped backward, to his place in the circle. For the rest of the night they discussed their plans. Soon the whole world would know that Voldemort was back, and more terrifying than ever.

Or at least he would be, as soon as they found that one object. That one thing Voldemort needed to become whole again, and of course, they needed Lucius' son.

The Death Eaters left as soon as the first rays of sunlight filled the dark sky, all but one. He had ordered Peter to stay behind, and Peter had done as he asked.

Visibly quivering.

Seeing this the Dark Lord let out a harsh laugh. "You have nothing to fear from me right now Wormtail, I simply need you to do a little job. . ." And with that the Dark Lord proceeded to tell Peter what was needed of him.

Meanwhile, back at Malfoy Manor sixteen year old Draco Malfoy slept on, ignorant of the fate the would soon befall him. Oblivious to the dark decisions he would have to make.