He stood, tall and handsome. Black hair fell across his slightly tanned skin and eyes shone brightly. There was still, however, something slightly foreboding about the tall, muscular transfiguration teacher, even as he stood there outside of the classroom he seemed to scrutinise everyone, looking for little faults.

He couldn't help it. It was how he was. Everything, everyone had to be perfect. He ran a hand through his hair, and then it dropped to his side. The black figure on the hill at midnight, waiting.

A tree rustled nearby. It twisted and began to invert on itself, curling and transforming until it span into the shape of a man, a lot older than likes but shared some of his qualities. It was the figure of Coldstone Harshing in less glamorous robes, his eyes bloodshot and his hair a complete mess. Sleepless nights planning and operating had caused him to become like this. Not to mention the whiskey.

He held out his wand and cast security around them before placing it in his leather belt.

"Thankyou for coming to my little party Lycs. I have a lot to tell you."

He paused and sat on a rock on the hill. "As you will have noticed I am no longer Headmaster and I no longer am Dictator of the Ministry. I have lost everything, I own nothing and as of today I am a marked kidnapper and murderer." After he spoke he paused then smiled.

Lycs looked over calmly, undisturbed by the tree which curled and twisted as it transformed. His eyes watched it with apparent mild interest, but he knew what was happening, he'd seen it all before. As he watched he couldn't help but wander why he'd been called here in the middle of the night on a day which was no less than average. He walked towards it eventually and put a hand on the man's shoulder.

"Ah, cousin Coldstone how nice to see you." he said. "And why wouldn't I come, when the Flame girl seemed to think it so important." he paused, smirking. "Come to think of it, she seemed rather distressed to. What have you done this time, cousin?"

He stood next to hsi cousin as he sat down and nodded every now and then. "Yes. I know you lost everything. But what happened to your money- your esates and houses? Someone said you'd lost those to. But how can I help?"

Harsing smiled, "Just before I was dismissed I transferrd everything to Flame." Harshing recalled the story of kidnapping his own Grandson from Flame, he told him about Valdez and he also told him that he was responsible for the mass murder in Diagon Alley earlier today.

"The reason we are here however is not so I can replay my sob story. I have reformed the death eaters. We are now the NDE - the Neo Death Eaters." He said it with such simplicity but his voice held so much passion. "Grendal is on board and I am currently scouring Europe for remaining allies. We must take a vicious stance against the degenerates that have infiltrated our society and are rotting it from the inside. The impures wll die this time. We can accomplish what Voldemort only dreamed of."

Harshing's eyes were swimming with pure desire. He would make a powerbase. He would unleash the greatest terror that he world had ever seen.

"Are you in, cousin? Will you join the brotherhood once more?"

Lycs smirked. "I see cousin. It seems that even in your downfall you had your head screwed on tight and I can only wish to one day gain your ways in that manner, for there is no way I can become a mensmage for the only one anyone knows of these days is you." Lycs sighed but soon his eyes were bright, as Harshing spoke of how he had reformed the death eaters. His smirk grew and he rubbed his hands together not because he was cold but because his mind was swimming with the possibilities. "Of course cousin, you can count on me to be there. But can I ask if Flame knows? I know she's death eater... She showed me the mark Coldstone."

Harshing laughed and patted his cousin on the back when he agreed. Lycs shared his passions. "Flame does not know yet Lycs but I am most anxious to involve her. Of course, she is in your care at Hogwarts, I cannot get to her because of the traitor Valdez, he always has Flame in his sights." Harshing looked up at the moon.

((wrong account but in a rush, I apologise Adam))

The terrible duo were back. Lycs knew he could trust his cousin with everything, but then there were things he was sure neither had shared with the other. With his cousins mind skills they were strong, but he wandered if perhaps it would be better to see a conversation than just hear it, and he had the perfect way to do such, if his cousin agreed. But that could wait, they needed to be straight on how everything was going to go down first,
"You wish for me to speak with her, cousin? Perhaps keep her back after class for a word about her last homework? And yu may or may not have forgotten that Flame's home soon. School breaks up on the 14th- andwhere I should tell her to go at that time, or should she return to one of her many places?" Lycs was curious, he felt this was going to get interesting.

"Yes, that sounds good. Just keep her back and explain the whole situation." Harshing smiled and stood up indicating that Lycs should do the same. "I have set up the base in one of my properties outside this country. It is called Torre Delgi Diablo - the Tower of Devils," He smiled at the name, to many people it was exactly that - to Harshing it was a perfect home. "She knows where it is - you also perhaps should come. I am reuniting everyone there."