The Burrow - 19/08/1996
"Where is Harry Potter?" Screeched through the Burrow.
"I assure you Molly, he's being rounded up as we speak, the boy shall not slip through our fingers and you may have your marriage of convenience." Spoke a voice smoothly. The woman bustled to the door with an air of deflated dignity and held it open for the man. "I'll take my leave then...""My Master will be pleaser with this development," whispered the bushes.
Unknown Graveyard - 19/08/1996
In a dark graveyard, a figure stood, cloak flapping in the wind, hood drawn over their face. Five cracks distrupted the warm summer night as five figures appeared in a semi-circle around the figure. There was a pregnant pause whilst several hundred miles away in a hospital ward unused muscles stirred, readying themselves to be awakened when the time arose... soon, soon their world would be flooded with anguish and fear. And oh how they would laugh. "My loyalists," drawled the cloaked figure in the centre of the semi-circle, "our time has come to take the spotlight. You bear my mark and allegiance on your skin, now I ask you to test it and walk beside me from the shadows into the dark. It is time we showed the world true fear, and soon my loyalists, the world shall quiver at our names and kneel at our feet." All five other figures rose their index and middle finger together to their right upper arm in salute. "Await my call," was the last sound to break the silence before a loud crack. The lead figure wove his way through grave stones before coming to sit on a long, flat marble tome. The graveyard was bathed in shadows, ivy protruded from every tome stone and cracks broke the stone of many tombs. The dry grass snapped beneath kicks and even the weeds that littered the floor were wilting. A large oak tree stood in the far left corner opposite the rusted entrance gate. It made for a beautiful viewing, haunted but beautiful.
Hogwarts - 19/07/1996
In an office tucked away at the tops of a tower in a castle the master moved his chess pieces, but they were moving back... "this nonsense must be stopped," he mused. "What do you suggest Fawkes, my old friend? Perhaps he needs a nice girl to bring him back to our side. He may have cut ties with Miss Weasley but Miss Chang...she merits thought." The bumbling old fool nodded to himself, "oh yes, a love potion here and a love potion there and all will be under control."
Plans were being drawn, players were being moved but only one side will win.
Malfoy Manor - 20/07/1996
"Father, there's been a letter from the Gold Prince." Drawled Draco entering the drawing room at a sedate pace. He walked across the dark oak floor and over to the fireplace where his father sat in a large green armchair. He stool his hand out backwards for the letter and read it. "Hmm, yes. You understand what this means Draco?"
"Yes, Father."
"There will be many suitors fling at the Gold Prince, you must stand our ground and be righteous. We cannot be seen on the wrong side of this. You may be marrying for love, my son, but there will be others that doubt you. Win over the public, show them you love each other, that is the only way to ensure this sticks. If you win over the public any attempt of sabotaging your relationship will be a public scandal." Pressed the elder Malfoy.
"I understand the stakes Father."
"Good, do not let me down." Draco tilted his head in recognition and moved swiftly out of the room. 'Sabotage' he scoffed in his head. 'Anyone who tries is as good as dead. The Gold Prince will mince them and serve them for dinner before even I, a Malfoy, could ruin them.' Draco strode through the wide, painting lined halls of Malfoy Manor before arriving at a dark oak door and twisting the snake-head door handle. Inside the dark room, opposite the door, lay a large, mahogany, four poster bed draped in dark green silk with long, black, silk curtains. On the left was a fireplace alight with a roaring flame and on the right were two doors: one to a bathroom and another to Draco's wardrobe. Immediately before the bed lay a chaise longe with a figure draped on it, "no problems?" It purred softly. Draco crossed the room till he stood beside the figure and then sat down on the chaise longe in the allocated space and leaned in for a kiss. Their mouths met softly as the figures hand lifted from where it held up its body to cup Draco's cheek then slide into his hair, tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss. They pulled back several minutes later breathing heavily, "Father took it perfectly, he will not resist us. However if he knew you were here now..."
"Then he shall not find out," he promised stroking Draco's hair. "Come lie with me."
"Do you not have work to be done and servants to be ordered?" Asked Draco.
"They can wait, my love. You are far more important and as of now I wish to enjoy your presence and our precious alone time." Draco nodded softly and curled into the figure, who in response wrapped his arms around him and pulled him into its chest. Oh yes, things were going very good for Harry Potter. Dumblefuck would never see this coming. Harry was not evil per say, but betrayal of everyone you consider family can push even the gentlest heart into a sadistic monster.Malfoy Manor - 28/08/1996
"Greetings, my loyalists. Today marks a monumental dawn in our birth. Much like the Death Eaters before us I have decided it beneficial for us to have our own uniform...a distinct way for us to be recognised. When I call you will each wear a set of black, basilisk skin battle robes, of which I will provide you with, and black dragonhide boots and your faces shall be hidden by a gold half-mask. The mask is as much a statement as to hide your identity. I have chosen to only use a half-mask so as to avoid any confusion with our ally Death Eaters and to ensure we have our own brand. Now, do not mistake me the Death Eaters and their master are not our friends, of this I cannot stress enough, however for now they are our allies until such a time when we do not need them. I trust you to work civilly with them and do me proud. Each of you stood here today is a member of my Inner Circle, you will be called The Dark Knights. Wear your badge, your robes and your identity with pride and help us form a new world. A world built around acceptance and opportunities. Please take a set of robes, dismissed." Each came forth, bowed, took a set and walked away. He nodded as he turned to look out the window, oh yes the tides were changing. Let the tsunami begin.
Results of the vote:
As you can see Drarry has won the vote, Tom Riddle and Luna were close so I've decided that Tom will become somewhat of an Uncle to Harry -someone to guide him and teach him things. And Luna will be like Harry's little sister and guardian.

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Aurum Princeps
FanficAurum Princeps. No one ever thought that there could be two dark lords. No one ever though that things could change so drastically. It's Harry Potters 6th year, and a lot is about to change.