1 Chapter 1: Betrayal

"CRUCIO"

A man with a wicked smile on his handsome pale face yelled as he shot his right hand in the direction of the victim. In his hand was a long black wand, approximately 11 inches made of the wood blackthorn and its core was made up Horned Serpent horn.

From his wand erupted a red light which touched the victim who screamed feeling pain, which was unbearable, after doing this a few times. He stopped his magic as he asked the victim again.

"Now tell me, where is the orb of prophecy?"

The victim simply spat at him, making him angry. The man was already short tempered so what happened next was expected. He popped his knuckles as he tugged at his midnight black hair as his deep brown eyes twinkled with rage.

And this time he didn't use Crucio, instead he simply stated.

"Accio"

A large nest of wasps appeared out of thin air and soon wasps begin to emerge out it. The victim looked terrified, and he begged for mercy but when asked again about the location, he kept mum.

The man simply sighed at his failure and walked out of the room closing it. Since he didn't want the screams to disturb his master, he simply used Silencio on the victim.

"Another day another failure" The man thought to himself as he gazed at his dark mark on his left arm.

But as he was looking at the mark with a gaze which held only contempt, he didn't notice the beauty Bellatrix Lestrange standing behind with her wand pointed right at him as she uttered the spell.

"Petrificus Totalus"

The spell hit the man successfully as he fell on the floor with a hard thud injuring his head. He couldn't see who casted it as his eyes were only able to look at the metal floor underneath.

"What the-?"

He was terrified but someone grabbed his hair tightly and started to drag him. It was painful but due to effects of the spell he couldn't scream. Due to the dragging his already wounded head was bleeding heavily as some of his beautiful long hair was getting removed from the scalp.

Bellatrix smiled as she continued dragging, thinking about how her master would reward her. OH, she can't wait.

After a while, finally she stopped her dragging. She quickly took his wand before releasing him from the spell. Feeling his senses returning back to him, he jumped in anger but what his eyes befell upon, he couldn't believe.

His master was staring at him with his red snake like eyes but that's not what shocked him. The most shocking thing was how every death eater just stared at him with a sadistic smile on their face.

He felt something was wrong but still he asked his lord Voldemort.

"Master, why are they all here? And why was I dragged here so violently?"

It was a stupid question; he knew that but still his heart wasn't ready to accept that his lord who he dedicated most of his life to was going to betray him.

A smile graced the demonic face of Voldemort as he got from his throne and held in his hand was the wand of the man.

"Well, you see my dear Marcus, you were simply getting too powerful, and I can't have that can I?" This simple explanation was offered to the man known as Marcus who simply stared shocked.

The tears were simply dried up, as he silently fell on his knees totally broken but since he is about to die, he will go with a boom. Concentrating he observed his mana orb.

"Well, it's time to use my trump card" He uttered to himself though it was heard clearly due to everlasting silence inside this dark room. Voldemort was confused but using this to his advantage, he simply overloaded his orb causing a huge explosion to occur.

Voldemort knew that if he stayed, he would die. So, he quickly apparated away with his followers who were too shocked to do anything.

The explosion spread wide and far, almost like it was trying to catch their master but ultimately it ended up in a failure.

Slowly the blast receded, fire and destruction were the only things which remained in the air making the air taste like explosion. [Bad Joke Counter: 1]

Marcus laid on the ground bleeding and burning from every part of his body, but he still had some strength inside him. He drew a symbol X and surrounded it with a rope drawing.

He focused and infused the rune with little amount of his destroyed mana he had saved up in his almost destroyed orb. He infused all of his knowledge memories and soul inside it as his body slowly turned into ash.

"I will get my revenge" This was the last thought which went through the mind of Marcus but as his body faded away, a memory came along with his thought.

["My boy, please don't. You are better than this" Dumbledore uttered as he started at Marcus who glared at him with his wand pointed at him.

"SHUT UP YOU OLD FOOL, YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING" Marcus yelled in anger as he tried to charge up a spell but didn't because some piece of familial love restrained him.

Dumbledore stared at him with tears in his twinkling eyes. He considered Marcus as his own son and loved him a lot so only sadness stayed instead of anger at his argument.]

The dried-up tears again emerged as the memory concluded.

"I am sorry father. If my plan works, I will be the best son and give you the love that I didn't give in this lifetime, even if you forget me." 

<Hogwarts, Headmaster office>

As Dumbledore slept on his chair, a nightmare played in his mind which was happening in reality too. He woke up screaming with terror a name.

"MARCUS"

Quickly he got up, grabbing his elder wand, a spell he uttered which would tell him about the status of the people he considered close to his heart. But as soon as he did so, the dawn of realization struck.

"Marcus...... he is dead" thought Dumbledore as he fell on his knees, breaking down. This was the first time in this age when the calm Dumbledore again broke down. 

<Author Note>

Yep, this chapter was just an emotional introductory chapter, but the main story will start from chapter 2. Also please tell me if you loved it or not through power stones, comments, collection and review.

Also Please tell me who you all want in the harem. For now, bye, happy new year and have a great day.