The crave of power ୨ৎ

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May 21st 1943

A group of teenagers sat at a long squared table.
One might say they looked a part of a dark organization, who's to say they weren't? They sat at the table looming over a magazine.

Grindelwald strikes again. Leaving ministry in shambles.

"What a pathetic excuse of a leader. Even us teenagers could rule the wizarding world better than this." a dark brown hair boy spoke with a hint of distaste

"Please Grindelwald is only doing it to provoke that oaf, Dumbledore." another young boy spoke up.

"Silence. Benjamin and Parker, we have bigger matters to discuss." a threatening voice spoke, causing the room to go silent.

"We all know Grindelwald is days before getting infiltrated, then Albus Dumbledore will become the wizarding world's savior. We cannot let that happen not if our prophecy of our existence will rule over the wizarding world. Not some brainless silly old man." the boy continued.

"Now as we know, our names and legacies have carried each and everyone here a long way. We have connections to another group that share the same aspects. The knights of walpurgis."

"Riddle needs more recruitments, and in order for that to work without being suspicious, the group will divide over time. Starting with Belle you'll be staying at ilvermorny, Parker and Benjamin you'll stay at durmstrang, and Artesia you'll come to hogwarts. Over time the rest of you will be transferring to hogwarts. "

"Black you're enrolled in Hogwarts, right?" Artesia inquired

"I do, so I'll be with you for the beginning till I drop you off to Dippet, in which then you'll meet Riddle as well. That is well, until the next meeting." Lance black bid the meeting farewell and soon apparated out of the room.

One by one they all apparate out of the room.

Artesia landed softly in her flat. How did she end up in this shit?

She then wondered about her future, she meets Riddle, or more formally known as the dark lord. Artesia couldn't say she wasn't a bit frightened, but she'll see soon how that works out for her future. Brushing that feeling off she continued to reminisce how her and Belle would not attend the same school for a while, considering they both attended ilvermorny.

A school known for its smarts and intelligence. Though not many know of the dark arts taking over that school making their students very intelligent. Thought ilvermorny was ahead in their teaching compared to other schools, Durmstrang was a bit more frightening to hear. The way they practiced dark arts was one to fear. But nothing was more frightening than the looming group of dark teenagers ready to rule the wizarding world.

Knocked out of her head by a mere tapping noise on her window, she looked up. Lance's Owl. She opened her window letting the owl drop the parcel and swiftly leaving shortly after.

These were the transferring papers, Artesia had to ask her uncle for help, cause she was well you could say parentless. After the papers were filled out she rubbed her temples before falling back onto her couch. Of course her uncle had helped her, after all he was the one to get Artesia to join the Cause.

What in merlin's name was she getting herself into.