Harshing apparated into an icy woodland, hooded and masked in Death Eater attire. He moved slowly, checking surroundings. The coast was clear. With one sweep of his wand his mask dissolved into his face revealing himself.

He hoped Blaze had recieved his letter with the time and place. He waited for his old friend.

Blaze's iced hands were clenched around a letter as he walked towards the meeting place. he checked again that he was in the correct area, then looked back up again. he saw Coldstone in the clearing, and dissolved the mask in the same way his friend had done.

"its been a while Coldstone" he said briskly walking up to the man before him

Coldstone observed the man. It certainly had been a while. With both of them as convicted Death Eaters they were constantly on the run. Harshing had been staying in Russia, with easy access to Durmstrang, doing work for the Dark Lord. Blaze had been elsewhere.

"It has," He said. "The Dark Lord has given us orders." He broke the essence of meeting and turned back to business. "Our large friends in Eastern Europe are going to be transported to the London Docklands. We are to lead them..."

A smile flickered across Blaze's face when Harshing addressed the friends as being "large friends". he knew what it meant with no explanation.

"date and time?" he asked simply.

Harshing sensed his eagerness. The Dark lord would be pleased that Blaze was willing to help. He was glad that Blaze had accepted. He unclenched his wand from his pocket, if he had refused Harshing would have had to duel Blaze and try to kill him...

"This Tuesday, Dawn-break. The giants shall be controlled with advanced Legilimency which we both possess - that is why The Dark Lord chose us for this task. The task is simple: destroy the London Docklands, we have the giants everlasting fire as well." Harshing laughed, "That fool Dumbledore basically handed us the world."

Blaze's smile widened. he let out a sigh, then looked up at Harshing

"i fear i may be a bit rusty" he said with a sarcastic laugh. "will there be any defense, or are the ministry still as useless as ever?"

"The Dark Lord sent the aurors on a wild goose chase in an apparition resistant area in North Africa. We will face no real resistance." Harshing eyes glowed, the fact that there was no opposition made everything so much more fun. It was like taking candy from a baby then snapping it and slicing the baby's head off with the sharp edge. Sort of.

Harshing relaxed a little. Business had been sorted.

"So, where have you been for the last six months?"

"Argentina" Blaze replied "i happened to know a few... contacts... there, i stayed with them. they were happy to help out an old friend"

he smiled, thinking of the gang who he had been with, a bunch of murderers and thieves

"what about you?"

"Went up to my old house in Russia. It was dreadful there...to many memories of Bella and... Wittle," he said the last word with as much hate as he could create. "But it was a nice life, Russian Wizards are friendly with the Dark Lord - he gained there support during the Cold War."

"Well I can't say I miss teaching the little b*stards. Hogwarts was more trouble than it was worth..."

"the detentions were good though" Blaze replied with a sick smile, remembering all the students that they had nearly killed together in the detention hall. and for some strange reason, all of it was legal.

Harshing smiled, "Ah yes," he hissed. The joint detentions were the best. The pleasure of sharing enjoyment with a fellow sadist was just... unimaginable. Coldstone took a moment to recall the horrors.

"They were excellent. Its a pity we couldnt kill them. The only draw back."

"nah, i disagree" Blaze said "you see, they never learnt. you could guarantee that next week you'd get the same students back again for more fun. if we killed them, we wouldn't have that pleasure."

"Good point." There was a shimmy in a branch near by. With a quick flick of his wand, green light, a squirrel squealed then dropped to the floor. "Can never be too careful!" He pocketed his wand and sat on a stone.

"I took care of McArther's wife the other day." He smiled. "For such an old woman she had a lot of life in her."

"took care of her?" Blaze asked with a smile "you make it sound like rape, although i know that wouldn't be true with you Coldstone"

Harshing laughed. "There are other ways to garner pleasure." He said thinking of that sweet, sweet blood. He felt his gold dagger at his side. His trustworthy dagger. It had served him well. He flicked his wand and another squirrel died.

"indeed, and we would know about that better than anyone else" Blaze said with a sneer. "after all, why else would we be on the run from the entire ministry. we're nearly as notorious as the Dark Lord himself"

He smiled. Harshing had dreamed many times that he and Blaze overthrow the Dark Lord and power share a new regime. he had never shared this with Blaze fearing that he would laugh, dissmiss it or even tell the Dark Lord of his real plans. That would mean death. Alone, Harshing was useless against VOldemort. But together with skills combined, they could stand a chance.

"And together, we are more powerful."

"certainly, although without followers, more powerful means nothing. we'd be against an army, and we'd be almost asking for death" Blaze agreed. there would be much gained from being the most feared duo alive.

"True. My mind skills and your sheer power could topple any enemy. Afterall, we toppled Wittle a time or two." He had forgotten about the others. However, if Voldemort was to be killed discreetly, surely the others would rally around them.

"a gang of enemies would be suicide though, even our power is not a match for 10 death eaters and the Dark Lord himself"

Blaze sighed, as though a plan was hopeless, even though they weren't planning anything.

Harshing had thought about all these difficult perils. But, he still had a burning ambition to usurp the Dark Lord, a passion to become the most feared person in the world.

"If we were to gain support-?"

"how without him finding out? it's potential suicide just talking about it" Blaze said to Harshing, noticing yet another squirrel behind the man's head. with a flash of green light and a squeak, the small mammal fell to the floor, dead.

COldstone nodded. They were committing Treason really just discussing this. He could have spies anywhere and next time they met he would be able to detect what they had been thinking... occlumency would need to be tight.

"Thanks - never liked squirrils."