The Chosen

The Chosen

Chapter One: Prologue

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Torrents of rain fell mercilessly to the ground as a lone figure donned in black robes from head to toe made her way up a cobblestone path to a manor that overlooked its surroundings forebodingly.

A bolt of lightning shot through the stormy black sky and struck a tree just a few feet away from her. The tree burst in flames and Nyx hurried up the rest of the path to the manor, which opened for her as though expecting her arrival and then slammed shut behind as she entered Malfoy Manor a.k.a. the Death Eaters' Headquarters.

Most of the Death Eaters who had participated in the battle between the Dark Side and the Light Side for the battle of some prophesy or other who lived at this Malfoy Manor were absent as those ones had been sent away to Azkaban. But no matter, Nyx knew the Dark Lord was planning on breaking into the wizard's prison and take control of the Dementors presently controlled by the Ministry of Magic.

Nyx walked through the Entrance Hall of Malfoy Manor, glancing around at the grand interior. The only source of illumination in the main foyer was an enormous crystal chandelier which was attached at the centre of the high ceiling. Portraits of late Malfoys dominated every space of wall in the foyer not taken by a door. The grand staircase facing the ebony door that served as the entrance to Malfoy Manor was carpeted entirely with a rug of forest green and silver trim.

She reached a door that was nearby the grand staircase and walked trough it towards the end of a dark hallway. It was pitch-black here and lacked of any of the grandeur that the main foyer held. So dark it was in fact, that Nyx could barely see anything within a one-foot radius. The penetrating darkness did not unnerve Nyx Nerezza at all. After living in Malfoy Manor since she was five, Nyx had begun to grow accustomed to the darkness of the dungeons in Malfoy Manor as well as the darkness of the cells that took over most of the dungeons. In fact, Nyx chose to prefer darkness over light.

A door in front of her swung forward and she entered the room it revealed. Just like the hallway she left, it was also pitch-black in here, save for the pair of gleaming red eyes that watched her every move from their spot somewhere on the other side of the room.

She walked briskly towards the owner of the eyes until she was right in front of him. She kept her eyes to the ground, remembering how skilled Voldemort was in the art of Legillimens, and bowed low.

"You may rise." She nodded and stood back up proceeding to take a step back from the wizard seated ominously in front of her who reeked of power and darkness.

"What have you found out from listening in to the Order's' recent meeting, Nerezza?"

"From what I have heard, that Potter boy is not with his muggle relatives of his. Apparently, they do not have any idea of where he is at the moment."

"So you are saying that Potter has left what protection the wards surrounding the home of his muggle relatives have?" Nyx nodded in response.

"Good. By the way, I have another mission for you. In order for you to complete this mission, I enrolled you into Hogwarts..."

"Oh, wait, so now I have to study under the nose of your sworn enemy now?"

"Yes, and do not interrupt me again, Nyx."

"Now, seeing as we can't get that Potter boy yet as of late and he shall be back under the old fool's nose in a week, your mission will be placed into effect then. Once you begin at Hogwarts, you must dispose of Potter and Dumbledore, and recruit Malfoy. Speaking of which, I have your acceptance letter from that place right here." A second later and an envelope with a purple wax crest (four animals-- a badger, a raven, a lion, and a serpent-- surrounding a large H) in her hand.

"You may leave." Nyx nodded and bowed low to her master before leaving the room, a pair of gleaming red eyes piercing into the small of her back sending chills down the course of her spine.