I'm so, so sorry I've taken so long in updating this story. Basically, my plan for this story is to rewrite it altogether as I think it could be a lot better than what it could be. So please give me a chance, keep following me and I shall keep updating as much as I can. It will be worth the patience, I promise! So without further ado, here is the first official chapter. Enjoy! :)

The forest was paved in grey underneath a full moon. It was summer. But the clearing felt cold as the tall man with bare feet stood, waiting.

Another man stumbled forwards. He was short, with small eyes, a pointed nose, and thinning, grey hair. His teeth were uneven too. He looked middle-aged and anxious as he stepped forwards, fiddling with his hands.

"M-my lord? He's here."

"Well don't just stand there, Wormtail. Bring him forwards."

"Y-yes, my lord." The man stuttered, bowing his head, before quickly scampering away again.

He was back a second later, a man by his side. He was taller, with short, dark hair, bright eyes and pale skin. His left ear was pierced.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lord."

Voldemort had white skin and red eyes. He didn't look quite human, and he watched the man with an unnerving closeness. Amusement danced in his eyes as he watched the man bow before him.

"I hear that you wish to join our ranks."

"That's right, my lord." The man said. "I share many of your views and beliefs, I believe. For example, I also cannot stand the existence of Mudbloods. They are an abomination and should be rid of all together. I believe I have the strength to help you with that."

Voldemort looked almost surprised. The man seemed genuinely comfortable in front of him. Most of his followers were simpering cowards.

"Is that so? Tell me then. What could you offer me exactly?"

"I work at the Ministry. They would never think of me as being a spy."

"That's not much of an achievement considering that the Ministry is run by a pack of fools." The man with red eyes said loudly and spitefully.

His followers, all lurking around him, laughed loudly in response.

But the man didn't look phased. He shrugged. "Perhaps you're right. But I've been working there for five years now. A trusted employee. That puts me in a perfect position to help you take over the Ministry. Already, I have been overhearing rumours. Just yesterday, there was talk of Harry Potter being moved to Grimmauld Place within the next month."

Voldemort almost smiled. "That is interesting news. Though, it's hardly the most precise news I've heard. A month is a long time. So unless you have other news, your presence is so use to me—"

"Wait!" The man exclaimed, an anxious look crossing his features. "I can find out more information for you. I'm practically in Scrimgeour's pockets, I could easily get him talking."

Voldemort halted, watching this man with a curious look. Perhaps he could be of some use after all. "Congratulations. As it turns, out, I have a job just for you."

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