“Victory is assured, dark lord. Potter’s resistance will be futile.” Lucuis Mafloy said.

Magnus considered the names on his new list. The death list, as his new followers called it. Whomever entered the list would not leave until they were dead. The list had been free of names after the deaths of a few aurors, none of which survived a week. Now, it was almost full again. Mad eye moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Rufus Scrimegour. So many aurors, all fated to die.

He stopped Lucius as he tried to write the name Lily Potter. “Not the mudblood. We will need her alive for our plans.” He said. Voldemort screamed in his head again, ranting of revenge or retribution of some sort. Magnus pushed him back, deep as he could within the recesses of his mind.

Magnus saw a few confused looks and sighed. His followers were fools. “The woman is Dumbledore’s creature, wearing a leash he is all too happy to hold. If she dies another will wear the collar in her place, until Dumbledore takes the position of minister himself. Until then, he would be willing to put up pretenses, and blame others for his orders. Let him, it favors us.” He said.

He did not say the real reason, of course. That being a need to appease his fellow self. If he took a liking to the boy’s mother he could keep her. He would not concern himself with these storybook characters. He would focus on those that mattered, create a world to rule before bringing them back. But not before Dumbledore died. No, he couldn’t afford such weakness.

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“Our true enemy is and always has been the old headmaster. Kill him, and our victory is complete. Fail to do so, and the war drags on.” He said, picking up the list.

“The plan to defeat this ministry will not be a difficult one to execute. We outnumber the aurors. Find four death eaters for every one we hunt, and have them dead by the end of the week. If the eagles refuse to leave their nest, find a few muggles to kill. That will be sufficient bait. They do not know our locations, we are safe.” Magnus scanned the death eaters with his eyes.

“Any questions?” He asked.

“How do we handle Dumbledore, dark lord?” Lucius asked. The question on every death eater’s mind, Magnus assumed.

“The old fool will not leave his precious chosen one unguarded. We can expect him to be teaching him early and never letting him out of his sight. The two will be watching chaos unfold from the safety of their castle, no need to pester them. A single man cannot hold the rebellion together. Until he moves our concern is the aurors and the ministry.” He replied. “Do not fear, death itself cannot hinder us.”

He saw a flinch in many within the ranks. Did it bother them that much? These were men and women who could kill without blinking. Weird how they got cold feet when souls were involved. Yes, it created dementors, but why should they fear them? The creatures were well under control.

Voldemort protested with a burning ferocity when he had shown the death eaters the ritual. None of them could perform it, but he protested nonetheless. Part of the reason Magnus had tucked him away in his head when he had no need of him.

Magnus rose from his chair. “The wizarding world will be mine when this year ends. Your reward is close at hand. Show them the treaty, and kill until they agree. Not all will resist as Dumbledore will, and even he will submit once enough are dead.”

“Go, finish your targets. I will seek out mine.”