Black Plague

Chapter 16

I followed as we walked through the doors and into the entryway. The inside of the house was just as impressive as the outside. I struggled to keep my expression off my face, not wanting to look dumbstruck. No wonder Draco behaved as he did. This explained so much about him. He didn't live a life of pampering and excess. No, that put it mildly. He lived a life of royalty. I followed them up some stairs and through a hall before we came to a quiet sitting room on the second floor, away from the main living area. It was quiet. Too quiet. As we all stood before a giant calderon that was streaming. Slow bubbles rolled over the surface. The Professor walked around the front of the calderon and everyone stood perfectly still.
Snape began stirring the mixture a few times.
"Bones of the father unknowingly given, you will renew your son." Snape's deep voice reverberated throughout the room. He pulled the bones out and unshrank them. Lifting them, and carefully dropping them into the large bowl.
"Flesh if the Servant, willingly sacrificed, you will revive your master." A proud aristocratic man walked up next to Snape. He was tall and lean. His blonde hair cascading down his shoulders. He looked every bit how I imagined Draco would when he becomes an adult. He held his hand out and Snape grabbed his hand and sliced off two of his fingers. 'his beautiful fingers' reverberated through my head making me laugh inside my head. But he was right, his hands were as gorgeous as he was. Such a shame.
"Blood of the enemy, forcefully taken, you will resurrect your foe". Snape took a large vial and poured the blood into the calderon. The ingredients began bubbling and hissing more violently.
"Hadrian, place the book into the calderon." I nodded and gently pulled the diary out of my pocket and set it into the volatile potion. It slowly sunk into the liquid. I watched it sink until it could no longer be seen.
Then I backed up next to Draco again. The hissing and popping reverberated through the room. Then I watched as a man began to stand up out of it. He was tall, and lean. His eyes were a dark brown, with ember flecks. There was a stern, serious set to his face. He would have looked like a teenager, but his eye held the truth that he'd seen all the evils and horrors of this world. His long black eyelashes encased his dark jewels. And his perfect, straight nose came as a relief. His skin was a porcelain perfection. He had black wavy hair that dripped with liquid. His high cheekbones gave his face an aristocratic look,and he was so beautiful. Snape hurried to hand him a robe. Snape, Mr Malfoy and Draco all kneeled before him and a "my Lord" echoed throughout the room. I stood in awe at the ethereal beauty before me, he took my breath away. I refused to bow. I wouldn't be his servant. No. I had decided that from the beginning. But I would be more than happy to follow him. 
"You may rise." His velvet voice spoke. I blushed. Something about him drew me to him. He ran his long delicate fingers through his wet hair. He looked everyone over and then walked to me. As he lay a hand on me, my eyes burned from the pain shooting from my head. "Your scar hurts to be near me." It wasn't a question. "Yes sir." I spoke softly.
He sighed. "I will have to do something about that. I can't have my most trusted being tortured every time I come near. I will research, and see what solutions I can find." I nodded. My eyes watering from the shooting pain pulsating in my head. He backed up a step then looked around the room. "does anyone know where my wand is?" Everyone shook their heads.
Voldemort looked into my eyes. "Hades, You have two wands correct?" I nodded. "Yes sir." I responded quietly. "can I Barrow your Phoenix wand?" I nodded and handed it to him, feeling very honored. He took it and inspected it before walking to Mr Malfoy. "Lucius, give me your hand" Lucius raised his hand and placed it into Tom's grasp.  He said some incantation I didn't know and waved my wand then flesh began to grow. Soon, you couldn't even tell that he had lost a couple fingers. I marveled at the wonders the Dark Lord could perform.
"Severus, give me your arm." Snape lifted his sleeve and held his arm out. I saw Snape flinch slightly as Voldemort pressed my wand against the dark mark. Then he relaxed at looked perplexed at the Dark Lord. Voldemort chuckled. "No, it shouldn't hurt to use your Mark. I was just being an asshole." Voldemort seemed to find that fact incredibly funny. But after a short chuckle he just smirked. "Well, come on lets head down to meet the rest of my followers. Hades stay as close as you can." I nodded and followed the Dark Lord down the steps and out the door. There were a dozen or so followers all kneeling before us.
Tom's voice projected with authority over the group. "I am disappointed to see so few faces.  Though I will admit my goals and actions became quite disjointed towards the end of my reign. I will be reestablishing myself and setting clear goals and objectives from hence forth." He slowly paced in front of everyone. His voice ringing through the morning stillness. "We as a people have been hindered for too long. No longer will we cast our beliefs and honorable traditions aside. We will not let our Muggle loving brothers throw away our time honored ways just for peace. We will demand our customs be followed. We will not reject half of our spells and magic in the belief that our emotions and desires be evil. We will join in with the rest of the world and teach our children all magic. For it is not right or wrong. Good or evil. No, Magic is magic. For, there is only power and those too weak to seek it. We have allowed ourselves to become weak against the Wizards of the world. As they seek power and magic. We limit our knowledge. Only using a portion of that which has been allotted to us. I say, no more. We will train up and become strong in our knowledge and power. Using the Magic Hectate has gifted us, to the fullest. We will train our children to know our ways. And no longer bow to the muggle gods and muggle traditions. We will be strong. And stand firm on our beliefs and we will begin training up our children from childhood to value these things. No longer will we allow those gifted with magic, by Hectate herself, be raise amongst the muggle. We will bring them in and train them in the ways of our people. Showing them their heritage from the beginning. We will not let muggles taint our customs with wayward beliefs. We will enforce total separation. For we are not there people, and they are not ours. It is time we held our heads up high and walk in the fullness of who we were meant to be."
I watched in total rapture. As Voldemort commanded we listen, with his presence alone. There was no doubt, he was born to lead. And everyone hung on every word that spilled forth from his mouth. His charisma drawing us in. His words sparking long forgotten desires. And his command dictating we listen. Nobody would be fool enough to deny his demands.
"I want you to send word to those who fear showing their face. I am back. And I am better than ever. I am no longer sick. And I ask they return to me. Ready to restart a revolution. Send word to those who feared joining me because of my erratic behavior, that I have found myself again. And spread the word about my goals and what I hope to achieve. We will no longer be killing, for the sake of killing. Though you must know, this is a war. And in war, people will die. Let us train together so as to make sure that death does not come to our people. I will be training Hades every weekend, if others would like to join in our training, you are more than welcome. We need to ready ourselves, remain focused, and make sure we are never caught unaware again." Voldemort pointed to me as he mentioned my name. Everyone looked at me. At one point this would have caused me to cower, but no more. I stood tall. Confident in my place amongst them.
After he quit speaking everyone murdered quietly. Finally someone stepped forward. "Who is Hades? He is but a child?"
Voldemort smirked. "You know him as Harry Potter. He is my most trusted. And one day, he may very well rule by my side." I smiled at this. Everyone else gasped in shocked. "Yes, he is small. Even for his age. But he is powerful. And has the drive and focus I wish for you all to have. Hades, would you mind giving a demonstration." I blushed and nodded.
I pulled my Hawthorne wand out and stood in a dueling stance ridged and waiting for Voldemort to make his move. At first, the spells being thrown at me threw me off, but soon we were throwing spells back and forth. He caught me a few times. I needed to work more on my reactions and volleys. But we quickly picked up the pace. I spun and dodged, as I sent hexes and curses silently back at him. The feeling was exhilarating. And my blood buzzed with adrenaline as I gave the best fight of my life.
After a long dance between us, I eventually misjudged where the next spell would be thrown and was hit dead on, with an expellermus  and he held my wand in his hand as I flew back and crashed to the ground. He walked up and handed back my wand. "As you can see, even at twelve he is a prodigy in the making. And having him on our side will be of great asset to us. With some training and his determination, our rivals will have no option but to bow down to our will."
The whispers became a quiet rumble as everyone contemplated what they saw. Discussing what was to come.
I dusted myself off and tried to tame my hair. As the curls became erratic and stuck out everywhere.
I removed my glasses and begun clean them, when I heard a gasp. I looked up and saw a pudgy short man looking at me. He was quite hideous to look at "You're Black's kid!" I looked at him curiously and smiled. "I am." He laughed. "holy fuck, that sleazy bastard! He stole his best friends girl, right from under his nose." I nodded. It was true. "I am Peter Pettigrew. I was friends with your parents as a child." I nodded indifferently. But trying to be polite. "Of course, I'm also responsible for their death, and incarceration. But that's besides the point, I suppose." I looked at him closer. He's the reason I grew up without family. Interesting. I'd have to keep that in mind. I just nodded stoically, giving no indications of my opinion one way or another.
Voldemort walked up to me. And lay a hand on my shoulder. I felt the pain shoot through me but ignored it. I looked up into his beautiful brown eyes with admiration. "That's right. You did mention you were a black the other day. Without your glasses it's quite obvious." I nodded. "Infact, you look very much like Regulus Black. Your late uncle." I watched him. I was intrigued but ultimately the words meant nothing to me. I didn't know my father, or my late uncle.
I placed my glasses back on and a thin man walked up to me. He had light brown hair and his eyes were a bit crazed. "If you're a Black, as you say, why do you have glasses? I've never known anyone in the family needing them?" He asked doubtfully.
I sighed at looked at him. "My eyes were damaged from a head injury, as a small child." Not really wanting to relive my violent past.
"Ah, that must have been quite the blow to the head." I nodded in agreement. "Yes sir"
"Oh, the names Barty Crouch Jr."