The Daily Prophet

Location Unknown, Evil Hide-Out, 6:30 A.M

It was early in the morning and so just a few death eaters were in the dining Hall when the mail arrived.
Most of them were low-level death eaters who had been on watch duty and whose shift had just ended, as inner-circle death eaters didn't usually arrive before eight o'clock. In only three ocasions had they arrived earlier than that: when their Lord first struck Diagon Alley, back in the First War, which had been the first real blow to the light forces; when their Lord had been resurrected, five years ago; and when the Potter brat had been imprisoned, some days after his resurrection.

They were thus surprised when Voldemort himself entered the room, accompanied by the inner-circle and some of his most important allies and followers.

They sat at the table quietly and it was soon flooded with delicious-looking dishes provided by the ever-helpful house-elves.
As they helped themselves, Voldemort took the newspaper a snow-white owl was offering him, and smirked as he scanned the front page, soon becoming engrossed in the reading of the article.

He was brought out of his musings by an startled yelp coming from somewhere in the table, far away from him, meaning it had come from one of the lesser death eaters or allies. This reaction was soon followed by Lucius, who had been one of the few death eaters that had bothered to open the newspaper and after seeing the front page had gracelessly chocked on his coffee.
Severus, who was sitting to his right, patted him awkwardly on the back, but soon became distracted as he too glimpsed the paper, his mouth forming a perfect "o" as he browsed through the article.

Voldemort stood gracefully and all the chattering around him died, every single person turning expectanly to him.
They had been told to come at such an ungodly hour with the promise of an explanation once they were there, and lots of pain if they weren't. It hadn't been a tough decision, but they were curious as to why they had been called.

'Today is a glorious day for all of us, the day that will mark, more thoroughly than any before, the triumph of the Dark!' he hissed, his soft voice carrying with little dificultly through the large room. 'Today the prophecy dies, as the last real bastion of the Light chooses freely to embrace the Dark, announcing a New Era! Today, my allies and friends, today' he whispered, his lips twisting in a enticing and sinister smile 'the World is ours.'

Silence followed his speech, and soon cheering and shouting ensured. Voldemort silenced them all with a wave of his hand, bringing their attention again to his imposing figure.

'For today, the World will see the errors the leaders of the Light have committed, and their greatest icon turns to us, seeking the Dark for all to see.'


--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

R&R?