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Through a shadowy mist, a grassy hill stands among a circle of ancient stones. At the center point, there are two stones standing upright and one on top of it, muggles knew it as Stonehenge. It was said to be the door to another realm. All of these were lies, of course.

Yet for wizards, the circle held another name, Magicae Lapis, meaning stone of magic or magic stone. For the stones marked the precise location where wild, ancient magic gathered. Though since then, the muggle governments had since transformed the sacred location of pilgrimage for wizards into a muggle tourist destination. Was it any wonder that purebloods held such hatred for muggles?

Still, it was surprisingly easy to get into at night with a bit of magic. The moon was high as the mists covered the grassy hills. Moving shadows gathered all who wore orange masks except for one that wore an ancient pale stone mask of Zeus. The pale stone-masked wizard stood in the middle of the stone circle, while the remaining wizards and witches came to stand in between the stones until it was a complete circle.

"I am many and we are all one," the pale stone-masked figure said as the rest of the orange-masked wizards and witches repeated the words in perfect unison.

The night goes silent as the Zeus pale stone-masked wizard asks, "What have we found?" The dolls under the Imperius Curse and who have unwittingly gathered information in a monotone voice respond first while the rest remain silent. Nothing much is learned except irrelevant details of no consequence.

With the reports finished, one of their own speaks. "Wilkes was slain," a witch with a very soothing voice rather matter-of-factly said.

"Yes, he was one of us," the Zeus pale stone-masked wizard replied. "But by whom? We did not see at the time."

"The Prince girl?" Vaguely inquired, a wizard with a dreamy voice as if he was not present at all.

"No, the chit does not have it in her," barked a woman's shrill voice that normally was hoarse from shrilly weeping. "But what I don't know is how the girl escaped. Might there have been a spy among the Death Eaters?"

"That is always a possibility," they all said in unison.

A cool male voice says, "Sanderson is leaving to find the Rain Man. His raccoon heard everything including Black's dying message."

"Then we must find the Rain Man first," whispered, the witch with a soothing voice.

"And we shall," said the wizard with the dreamy voice, "I've seen it in the stars. The Spirit Walker must die."

A witch with a low voice swiftly asks, "And what of Hogwarts? A spy must be placed there that is not a professor among the students."

"Leave that to me," hummed the dreamy, voiced wizard. "I've found a potential doll and vessel. Younger students who won't be easily noticed."

A harsh male voice says, "Ever since we lost the Minister of Magic position to Eugenia Jenkins, our plans have become derailed."

"No, it's more than that," said the wizard with a cool male voice. "Ever since the Prince's emerged things have begun to unravel."

"They must be killed," they all whispered in perfect unison again.

"Indeed," muttered a wizard with a strong scent of tobacco and alcohol. "I've been sidelined within the Order of Phoenix to an inconsequential position. We need to find someone to replace me."

"We will," whispered the witch with a low voice. "I'm good friends with Vance. When the time comes, we'll offer our-self in place."

"Good," they whispered again so very creepily in perfect tune.

A mournful wizard's voice says, "And what of the prophecy hall? We are after all assigned to the Space Chamber. It's been difficult entering the Hall of Prophecy. The new keeper was well chosen, and the hall is completely warded."

"And who is the new Keeper of Prophecies?" They all asked.

"We don't know yet. It's difficult to find any clues," the mournful Unspeakable responded. "But we'll keep searching. The keeper sooner or later will let down their guard."

"Yes, we need to find that which led Alphard Black to us," they all said. "A prophecy, no doubt. We must find it!"

"And what of Riddle, where has he gone?" Pointedly inquired the Zeus pale stone-masked wizard standing in the center of the circle.

"Albania," replied the shrill-voiced witch. "Riddle's only taken a few with him his most devoted. Odd though, Lestrange was left behind, but then again, Lestrange is a tricky man. He burns hot and cold. He's dangerous."

"Dangerous," they all echoed.

"Let us tie up the loose ends," they all said. "We shall start from the end to the beginning."

In unison, the orange-masked figures walked into the mist in every direction except for the white stone-masked man in the center. "And I looked, and behold a pale horse, and his name that sat upon him was Death, and Hell followed him." Striding away in the mist the last dark shadow vanished into the fog as Stonehenge returned to her usual peaceful self. But the silence was fake for it was full of unspoken whispers of things to come. And come they would.

*

In the depths of the Albania forest, a green snake with a flat viper's head slithered through the forest. There were diamond patterns on her skin, and she was as thick as a man's thigh. Vastly poisonous and deadly, twelve feet long, she numbly made her way through the forest. There were so many things she'd forgotten, but there are some things she'd never forgotten as she chanted to herself, "My name is Nagini."

Nagini, who was that? She didn't know anymore, but that was her name. And she was so all alone and very lonely. At times she could still remember who she desperately missed, a pale young man with dark hair and equally dark eyes. Tragically, she couldn't even remember his name which had been stolen away by time. But he had made her heart sing, once, but he was long gone. Gone, gone, gone. He had left her.

Nagini raised her head as she scented the air, there were plenty of new scents on the wind. Food? No, something familiar, man. Man? She had hunted them before, and they had pursued her. Flashes of old memories flash through her mind, but they quickly flee like flocks of sparrows, before she can lunge at them and firmly clasp her fangs around them.

Curious and for some other unknown reason, Nagini slithered closer. She could see they all wore dark things to cover themselves. Men were so very strange, they had no hide, no fur to protect themselves. The one with crimson snake eyes drew her as she slithered closer tasting him. The darkness around him was unpleasant, but it so very much reminded her of the one she couldn't remember. Him. It'd always only been him.

Nagini, was about to slither away, when the crimson-eyed with serpent eyes spoke, "Don't be afraid come out."

Nagini's snake eyes blinked as something compelled her to slither out of the bushes. There were cries around her, but she paid them no mind. This man, this man could understand her!

"How exquisitely sublime," Voldemort said in parseltongue in rare praise. "Come. Join me."

Nagini did not know what compelled her to follow, whether loneliness or the magic in his voice, followed she did. She did not know what would become of her nor did she care anymore. She was tired and so very lonely. This was infinitely far better.