Dark Repercussions

Chapter 01

Striding through the dark halls, Sang Lys smirked as everything seemed to still be in a thick state of fear. A midnight black cloak billowed behind him as he went, a shadowed hood covering his head and showing only a coal black mask that occupied the top half of his face. The mask was plain except for a blood-red lily covering the left eye, and Avada green eyes pierced through, showing power and freezing terror in your very soul. Although heavily cloaked, it was easy to tell that the body was lithe, sharp, and deadly, with the grace of a cat on a silent prowl. Throwing open the great doors, the figure glided up the centre of the room, looking towards the only other occupant of the grand room.

"Ah, Sang Lys, just in time. I had thought you would be a late, assassin." A chilling voice rang out, and Sang Lys raised an eyebrow, even if it couldn't be seen. The assassin Sang Lys was known for his eventful torture sessions and lack of mercy. When he came after you, he gave no signs and left no evidence; he was someone who interested Lord Voldemort greatly, and that is why they were working together. The Lord and the assassin left via a side door to a study. Sang Lys threw up locking and silencing spells with a flick of his wand, and he dropped himself down in front of the desk, kicking his feet up and showing his black basilisk hide boots. He let out an undignified sigh, causing the Dark Lord to raise an eyebrow now that he had removed his snake-like Voldemort guise.

"Trouble, young assassin?" Voldemort asked with a smirk, and the assassin pulled off his mask and threw Voldemort a withering look.

"One would think being a trained assassin I would have some patience, but apparently spending time with you has made me have a very low tolerance for fools." Running his hands through his midnight black hair that stood out against his snowy skin, his full red lips curled into a sneer of disgust.

"Soon I think I will end up killing the mudbloods or the blood traitors; it makes me laugh how they think I'm going to fight their pathetic battles for them as they sit back and spend my money." he said as he remember how he found out about it.

 
Harry was walking in the dark corridors of Hogwarts under his cloak, trying to clear his head, when three very familiar voices came into his hearing range.
 
"Now that Black has been dealt with, the boy is in the perfect position to be moulded for death in the upcoming battle." Dumbledore said in a low voice. Harry's interest perked. "What was going on?" he thought curiously. Hermione's voice interrupted his musings.

"Are you sure that Harry won't catch on that Sirius was set up for death?" She asked worriedly, and Harry's breath hitched—that couldn't be true, could it?

"I'm sure as long as you keep him ignorant, we can marry him to young Ginevra, and when he dies in battle, all his money, even the stuff he doesn't know about, will go to her." Dumbledore replied in a matter-of-fact tone; by now, Harry was fuming.

"What is the estimated fortune Potter holds, and what about us?" "Will we still be paid monthly?" Ron questioned intently

"Potter is the richest person in the whole wizarding world, as he doesn't know that his mother was a pureblood with a lot of money and an heir to two of the founders, just like his father, and yes, Mr. Weasley, you will still get your monthly 5,000 galleons as long as you and Miss Granger continue your excellent spying and dumbing him down, as his so-called relatives are doing a fine job of beating him into submission; that is all that is required of you." The only thing left to do is remove Lupin from the equation, but that will have to wait until he has a tragic accident.

"Ok, sir, as Potter is coming to the order this year, when will our private meeting be with all the trusted members?" Hermione simpered, and the sound made Harry feel sick. He listened to them arrange their meetings and watched as they split. Harry decided there and then that he was going to unleash the hell he kept bottled up and bring everyone who stood against him down; they would pay a steep price and wouldn't know until it was too late; summer was going to be interesting.