The Rise Of An Empire

Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Harry Potter or any of the Harry Potter characters or concepts, however I wish I did because… well damn I am broke and a large amount of money would be nice right now. However in the story are some original characters which are mine, most of them are based off of people I have met, some friends and others not to friendly, but all names have been changed.

Summary: An alternate reality set ten years after Harry Potter was killed by Lord Voldemort after being captured in the Ministry of Magic. Lord Voldemort’s control over Great Britain and most of Eastern Europe is virtually unchallenged (muggles still do not know of the existence of magic) and out in the open. The Dark Lord has now set his eyes on the wizards across the Atlantic, seeking to extend his growing empire North America. Anticipating a great deal of resistance plans to recruit an army of young wizards from the four magical academies in the United States, selecting key students already at the schools to work as his emissaries while his Death Eaters recruit adult wizards in positions of power.
Category: Darkfic
Warning Codes: Abuse, Anal, BDSM, B-Mod, Death, D/s, MaleDom, M/F, MC, Minor (not extremely young, mostly between ages of 15-17), N/C, lots of OC, Slave, WIP, (others will probably be added later, this is a WIP so I don’t know what twisted path my muse will lead my down but I will do my best to add codes as they apply)

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Pushing open the dark iron gates a lone figure in a dark green robe slowly made his way up the long driveway toward the massive manor before him. The moon was full and a vivid orange color on this night, making the manor seem sinister. The robed figure smiled a little bit at that thought, as if what he knew awaited him inside did not make the house sinister enough.

“Identify yourself.” Called a voice from ahead as a young man stepped from the hedges that bordered the driveway, his wand casting a bright light toward the robed young man. It was to dark to make out any of his features and the hooded robe cast his face in deep shadow.

The figure very slowly pulled back his own hood, revealing a pale, handsome face with messy black hair cut just above dark green eyes. “Joseph Delaney.” He called back. “I am sure that your master informed you that I would be coming.”

The young man with the wand pulled down his own hood and slowly approached Joseph, not lowering his wand yet. “You are late…”

For a brief instant concern showed in Joseph’s eyes but then it was gone, repressed before it could be seen. “I couldn’t help it.” He explained. “I had to come here by muggle airplane, my countries ministry is keeping a very close eye on people coming and going from lands controlled by your master, if I had come by magic there would have been questions.”

The young man sneered at the excuse, obviously not caring. “Lucky for you the Dark Lord is busy at the moment interrogating a prisoner. That always puts him in a forgiving mood.” Then as if just realizing that he had not introduced himself he held out his left hand as he lowered his wand. “I am Draco Malfoy, I am here to escort you to see the him.”

Joseph did not even bother to hide his relief at the news that the Dark Lord would not be to upset at his tardiness, he had heard rumors about what happened when the Dark Lord was displeased with you. “Malfoy…” He murmured as he grasped Draco’s hand firmly. “I know I have heard that name before…”

“Well your father is an old acquaintance of my family.” Draco explained, “Of course it could also be the fact that you were involved with my cousin before you left her for a mudblood.” Rage showed in his eyes and his jaw clenched when he mentioned Joseph’s relationship with his cousin and how it had ended and it was obvious to Joseph that if not for the fact that his master wanted to see him Draco would no doubt kill him where he stood.

“We all make mistakes Draco,” Joseph whispered calmly, not at all worried but definitely annoyed that Draco knew that detail, no doubt The Dark Lord had been informed of it. “Leaving Sierra for Carrie was one that I made.”

Without another word Draco turned and walked into the manor, obviously expecting Joseph to follow him. Inside the entrance hall Joseph gazed at his surroundings in shock, his own family was one of the most wealthy in the United States but this was beyond anything he had ever seen, golden candlesticks floated in mid air and many high quality and obviously incredibly expensive paintings hung on the walls, there was even a massive mirror edged in diamonds as big as his eyes.

His admiration was interrupted though by a loud cough from Draco, who pointed toward a doorway at the end of the hall. Taking a deep breath Joseph slowly walked through the doors, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the massive room which was lit only by a roaring fire. Before the fire, seated in a large throne like chair was the Dark Lord, his wand pointed at a beautiful red headed woman roughly the same age as Draco, who withered in agony on the floor, her mouth open in a silent scream. After a few moments Lord Voldemort looked up from his victim and into Joseph’s eyes.

As his eyes met the Dark Lord’s Joseph felt his soul be stripped bare, he knew he would be able to hide nothing, that his every memory was available to Voldemort.

A thin smile crept across Voldemort’s face as he raised his wand from his victim, who lay sobbing on the ground. “Have a seat Joseph.” He hissed in a high voice that chilled Joseph to the bone as a chair appeared before him. As Joseph sat down Voldemort watched him carefully, as if deciding whether or not to kill him. “So you are the young man I heard about, do you know why you are here?”

Joseph knew that his father, a supporter of the Lord Voldemort, had informed the Death Eaters about his son and had told him what use he could be. “My father told me that you are looking for young wizards and witches who will be recruiting new followers for you in the academies in the United States… you must think that I would be a useful follower.”

Voldemort’s smile grew slightly larger upon hearing this. “Of course you would be useful, brilliant, talented, top of your class, adored by your teachers and fellow students, your family wields quite a lot of influence and above all your blood is pure.” There was a pause, the smile faded and Voldemort’s eyes narrowed. “However there is the disturbing fact that you were romantically linked to a mudblood this past year, something which I do not approve of.”

Joseph knew that if he lied or tried to deny his relationship with Carrie he would be killed on the spot but to brush it off like he had with Draco would not do either. “My lord,” he said, moving from the chair to fall on his knees, bowed before Voldemort in what he hoped was a position humble enough, “I cannot deny that I made a terrible mistake, my parents taught me better then that, the only excuse that I can give is that I was being a rebellious fool, doing what I knew was wrong for no good reason at all, I beg you to give me a chance to prove my worth to you. I swear that I have no feelings for her save hatred and disgust.”

There was a long silence, broken only by the quiet breathing of Voldemort’s victim, and at any moment Joseph expected to die. Then came high pitched, cold laughter. “Rise.” Voldemort commended him. “And hold out your left arm for me.”

Joseph did not hesitate as he got to his feet and drawing back the sleeve of his robe offered Lord Voldemort his left arm. The Dark Lord placed the tip of his wand against Joseph’s bare flesh, halfway between his wrist and his elbow. At first there was nothing, but then came the pain, it felt as though acid had been poured onto his skin and was eating down to his bone. Closing his eyes and biting his tongue Joseph struggled not to scream or cry out as the pain threatened to overwhelm him and make him black out… then just as quickly as it had started the pain was gone. Glancing down at his arm Joseph was pleased to see that his skin had not fallen off but instead a black tattoo of a snake emerging from the mouth of a skull where the wand had touched him, the dark mark, sign of the death eaters.

Lord Voldemort waved his wand and a small black notebook appeared in the air before Joseph. “In the notebook you will find your instructions from me, I will be able to communicate with you through writing in the note book and you will make weekly reports to me in it. Once you are at your academy an agent I have in the staff will contact you. Now if there is nothing else you may leave.”

Joseph turned and began to walk away before pausing and turning back. “My lord.” He said bowing his head. “If I might make one request… I have heard that Death Eaters are allowed to keep mudbloods as slaves and playthings.”

“And you were wondering if I might allow you to have the mudblood Carrie.” Voldemort interrupted. He paused and seemed to consider it for a moment. “I have seen in your mind what you intend to do to her if given the chance… consider her yours, now go.”

Chuckling to himself Joseph left the room, a cruel smile on his face as he thought of what he had in store for Carrie.