Suppression of light... Obsession to light

Last time ~~~

As the news of Harry's supposed death continued to spread, the wizarding world was plunged into mourning. The streets of Diagon Alley were filled with somber-faced wizards and witches, all of whom were struggling to come to terms with the loss of the Chosen One.

Meanwhile, back in the special chamber, Harry was beginning to stir. He was groggy and disoriented, but as he slowly regained consciousness, he realized that he was surrounded by an eerie, pulsating energy.

Marvolo's voice echoed in his mind, "Welcome back, Harry. You're just in time to begin your new life... as our servant." Harry's eyes snapped open, and he saw Marvolo and Tom Riddle standing over him, their eyes gleaming with malevolence.

With a surge of adrenaline, Harry tried to sit up, but he was unable to move. He was bound to the bed by powerful spells, and he realized that he was completely at the mercy of his captors.

Unbeknownst to Harry, Marvolo and Tom Riddle had set in motion a sinister plan to eliminate the remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix. Death Eaters, led by the two Voldemorts, began to hunt down and kill the Order's members one by one.

Kingsley Shacklebolt was the first to fall, killed in a surprise attack on his home. Next was Emmeline Vance, who was ambushed while on a mission to gather intelligence. The deaths continued to mount, with each member of the Order being systematically hunted down and eliminated.

The wizarding world was in chaos, with fear and panic gripping the hearts of all who opposed the Dark Lord. And at the center of it all, Harry Potter lay helpless, a prisoner of the very people he had sworn to defeat.

Continues after Some time 

As time lost all meaning, Harry's world became a never-ending cycle of darkness and despair. He had no concept of how much time had passed - weeks, months, or even a year. The only constants were the cold, damp walls of his prison and the twisted faces of his tormentors.

Marvolo and Tom Riddle took turns tormenting him, using every trick in the book to break his spirit. They cast spells to manipulate his memories, making him doubt his own identity and sanity. They used Legilimency to extract his deepest fears and desires, and then they used that knowledge against him.

Despite the overwhelming darkness, Harry's spirit refused to be extinguished. He clung to the memories of his friends and family, using them as a beacon of hope in the darkness. He remembered the words of Albus Dumbledore, who had always told him that love and sacrifice were the greatest powers of all.

One day, or what felt like a day, Harry summoned the last vestiges of his strength and turned to Marvolo, his eyes blazing with defiance. "Leave me alone," he spat, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let me go to my friends. They'll come for me, they'll find me."

Marvolo's smile was like a cold, mirthless laugh. "Your friends are gone, Harry," he sneered. "They think you're dead. They've given up on you."

Harry's eyes welled up with tears, but he refused to give in to his despair. "No," he whispered, shaking his head. "They'll never give up on me. They'll always come for me."

Tom Riddle stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with malevolence. "We'll never let that happen, Harry," he hissed. "You're ours now. You'll never see your friends again."

Harry's face twisted in a snarl of rage and desperation. "I'll never give up," he spat, his voice echoing off the cold walls of his prison. "I'll never give in to you. I'll always find a way to escape, to get back to my friends."

Marvolo's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with excitement. "We'll see about that, Harry," he whispered. "We'll see just how long you can hold out against us."

As the days blurred together, Harry's determination never wavered. He continued to defy Marvolo and Tom Riddle, refusing to give in to their twisted games. But despite his bravery, Harry couldn't shake the feeling that he was losing himself in the darkness.

Marvolo and Tom Riddle sensed his weakness and pounced, unleashing a new wave of psychological torture. They created illusions of Harry's friends and family, making him believe that they had abandoned him or worse. They whispered cruel lies in his ear, telling him that he was worthless and that no one cared about him.

Harry's mind reeled under the assault, his grip on reality beginning to slip. He started to doubt his own memories, wondering if everything he thought he knew was just a lie. The darkness closed in around him, threatening to consume him whole.

And yet, even in the depths of his despair, Harry found a spark of resistance. He remembered the words of Albus Dumbledore, who had always told him that love and sacrifice were the greatest powers of all. He remembered the love of his friends and family, and the sacrifices they had made for him.

With newfound determination, Harry pushed back against the darkness. He focused on the memories of his loved ones, using them as a shield against the cruel whispers of Marvolo and Tom Riddle. He repeated the words of Dumbledore like a mantra, reminding himself that he was not alone and that he was stronger than his tormentors.

As Harry resisted, Marvolo and Tom Riddle grew more and more frustrated. They had never encountered a prisoner as stubborn and resilient as Harry Potter. They began to argue among themselves, their alliance starting to fray.

"We need to break him," Tom Riddle snarled. "We need to make him surrender."

Marvolo's eyes gleamed with excitement. "I have just the thing," he whispered. "A little trick I learned from my... future self."

Harry's heart sank as Marvolo raised his wand. He knew that he was in for a new level of torture, one that would push him to the very limits of his endurance. But he steeled himself for the challenge, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

Marvolo's eyes gleamed with excitement as he held out a delicate, velvet-covered box. He opened the box, revealing a magnificent collar, crafted from the finest silver and adorned with a massive, green emerald. A small, ruby-red gemstone glinted at the emerald's base, like a drop of blood. The collar itself was made of a beautiful, fine silk and material, intricately woven with dark magic.

"Recognize this, Harry?" Marvolo asked, his voice low and husky.

Harry shook his head, unsure of what to make of the collar.

Marvolo's smile grew wider. "This was your collar, Harry," he whispered. "Or rather, it was your collar in the future. When I first began your reeducation, you wore this very collar. It was the symbol of your submission, the key to unlocking your true potential."

Harry's eyes narrowed, sensing the dark magic that emanated from the collar.

Marvolo's eyes seemed to burn with intensity. "You see, Harry, this collar is not just a simple adornment. It's a tool, a key to unlocking the deepest, darkest recesses of the mind. And once you put it on... there's no turning back."

Harry felt a shiver run down his spine as Marvolo held out the collar, inviting him to take it. He knew that he had to resist, to fight back against Marvolo's twisted games. But a part of him, a small, treacherous part, was tempted. The collar seemed to whisper to him, promising him power, promising him freedom.

"No," Harry whispered, trying to shake off the feeling. "I won't wear it. I won't fall for your tricks."

Marvolo's smile never wavered. "Oh, but you will, Harry," he whispered. "You'll wear the collar, and you'll surrender to its power. Just as you did in the future, just as you will again now."

Marvolo's words hung in the air like a challenge, and Harry felt a surge of defiance rise up within him. He knew that he couldn't give in to Marvolo's twisted games, no matter how tempting the promise of power and freedom might seem.

"I'll never wear it," Harry spat, his voice firm and resolute. "I'll never surrender to you, Marvolo."

Marvolo's smile never wavered, but his eyes seemed to flash with anger. "We'll see about that, Harry," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "We'll see how long you can resist the collar's power."

With a flick of his wand, Marvolo sent the collar floating through the air, until it came to rest around Harry's neck. Harry felt a jolt of fear as the collar's dark magic began to seep into his skin, but he refused to give in.

He tried to shake off the collar, but it seemed to be stuck fast. He tried to cast a spell to remove it, but his magic seemed to be blocked by the collar's powerful enchantments.

Marvolo's laughter echoed through the chamber, a cold, mirthless sound. "You should have taken the collar willingly, Harry," he whispered. "Now, you'll have to endure its power, whether you like it or not."

As Marvolo's words faded away, Harry felt the collar's dark magic begin to take hold. He felt his mind begin to cloud, his thoughts growing foggy and indistinct. He knew that he was in grave danger, that he had to find a way to resist the collar's power before it was too late.

But as the darkness closed in around him, Harry couldn't shake the feeling that he was already lost, that the collar's power was too strong for him to overcome.

Tom Riddle's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched Harry struggle against the collar's power. He stepped forward, his voice low and husky.

"Ah, Harry," he whispered. "You're so strong, so determined. But you're no match for the power of the collar. It will break you, Harry. It will make you mine."

Harry's eyes flashed with anger, but Tom just laughed. "You're so predictable, Harry," he said. "You think you can resist the collar's power, but you can't. It's already working its way into your mind, corrupting your thoughts and desires."

Tom's eyes seemed to bore into Harry's soul, and Harry felt a shiver run down his spine. He knew that Tom was right, that the collar's power was already affecting him.

But he refused to give in. With a surge of determination, Harry tried to push back against the collar's influence. He focused on his memories of Ron and Hermione, of Ginny and Luna, of all the people he loved and cared about.

Tom's eyes narrowed, his face twisted in a snarl. "No, Harry," he whispered. "You won't be able to resist. The collar will consume you, and you'll become mine, body and soul."

As Tom's words faded away, Harry felt the collar's power surge forward, threatening to overwhelm him. He knew that he was running out of time, that he had to find a way to resist the collar's influence before it was too late.

As the collar's power surged forward, Harry felt his mind and body begin to shut down. He tried to fight back, to resist the collar's influence, but it was too late. The darkness closed in around him, and he felt himself being pulled down into a deep, abyss-like unconsciousness.

Tom Riddle's voice was the last thing Harry heard, his words echoing in Harry's mind like a curse. "You'll never be free, Harry," Tom whispered. "You'll never be free from me, from the collar, from the darkness. You'll be mine, forevermore."

And with that, Harry's world went black. He fell to the ground, unconscious and helpless, as Tom Riddle and Marvolo looked on, their faces twisted in cruel smiles.

The darkness closed in around Harry, and he was lost, trapped in a world of shadows and nightmares, with no escape in sight.

As Harry's unconscious body lay on the ground, Marvolo, the future Lord Voldemort, gazed at him with a sense of triumph. The Chosen One, the boy destined to defeat him, had finally fallen into his trap.

Marvolo's eyes gleamed with malevolence as he remembered the collar he had placed around Harry's neck. The collar, imbued with dark magic, had been the key to breaking Harry's spirit.

Tom Riddle, the present Lord Voldemort, approached Marvolo, his eyes fixed on Harry's helpless form. Marvolo's superior presence seemed to command Tom's respect, and he nodded in deference.

"The collar will ensure his loyalty," Marvolo said, his voice dripping with malice. "And with him by our side, we will be unstoppable."

Tom Riddle's face twisted into a cruel smile as he gazed at Harry's unconscious form. "Together, we will bring about a new era of darkness," he said. "And Harry Potter, the Chosen One, will be our greatest triumph."

Tom Riddle's eyes gleamed with curiosity as he gazed at Harry's unconscious form. "Is he fully under our control, Marvolo?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Marvolo's expression was enigmatic, his eyes glinting with a hint of amusement. "It is only the beginning, Tom," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "The collar will break him, but it will take time. For now, he will rebel, he will resist. But as the days pass, he will grow weaker, his willpower crumbling beneath the weight of the collar's dark magic."

Tom Riddle's face twisted into a cruel smile as he nodded in understanding. "I see," he said. "And when he is fully broken, what then?"

Marvolo's smile was like a thin, cold line. "When he is fully broken, Tom, he will be ours to command. He will do our bidding, without question or hesitation. And with him by our side, we will be unstoppable."

Tom Riddle's eyes gleamed with curiosity as he gazed at Harry's unconscious form. "You also said that you used many potions and spells, or triggers, on the future Harry, didn't you, Marvolo?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Marvolo's expression was unreadable, but a hint of a smile played on his lips. "Yes, Tom," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "I used every tool at my disposal to break the future Harry, to mold him into the perfect servant. Potions, spells, triggers - nothing was off-limits. And in the end, it was all worth it, for he became the perfect pawn in my game of power."

Tom Riddle's face twisted into a cruel smile as he nodded in understanding. "I see," he said. "And you're saying that the same techniques will work on this Harry, the one from the past?"

Marvolo's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with malevolence. "Oh, yes, Tom," he said. "The same techniques will work even better on this Harry, for he is younger, more vulnerable. And with the collar's dark magic coursing through his veins, he will be even more susceptible to our control."

Tom Riddle's eyes gleamed with intensity as he gazed at Harry's unconscious form. "And in the end, Marvolo," he asked, his voice low and husky, "will Harry truly love us, or will he simply be a puppet, bound to our will by the collar's dark magic?"

Marvolo's expression was enigmatic, but Tom Riddle's response was immediate and fervent. "Oh, it will always matter to me that Harry loves me," he said, his voice dripping with an unsettling passion. "I want him to love me with every fiber of his being, to adore me, to worship me. And I will make sure that he does."

Tom Riddle's eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire as he continued, "After the obedience process is complete, I will use every trick, every spell, every trigger at my disposal to ensure that Harry's love for me is genuine, that it is real.

Tom Riddle's voice dropped to a whisper, his words dripping with an unsettling intensity. "I will make him love me, Marvolo. I will make him mine. And with him by my side, nothing will be able to stop us. We will be unstoppable, Marvolo. Unstoppable."

Marvolo's eyes burned with an unsettling intensity as he gazed at Harry's unconscious form. "Yes, Tom," he whispered, his voice dripping with obsession. "Harry will love us, body and soul. He will be ours, completely and utterly. And we will never let him go."

Tom Riddle's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with approval. "I will make sure of it, Marvolo," he said. "I will use every trick, every spell, every trigger at my disposal to ensure that Harry's love for us is absolute and unshakeable."

Marvolo's expression was twisted, his eyes blazing with an unnatural hunger. "I can already see it, Tom," he whispered. "I can already see the way Harry will look at us, the way he will worship us. And it will be glorious, Tom. Glorious."

Marvolo's voice dropped to a whisper, his words dripping with an unsettling passion. "I will possess him, Tom. I will own him, body and soul. And he will love me for it. He will love us for it."

Tom Riddle's eyes gleamed with approval, his smile growing wider. "Yes, Marvolo. We will be his everything. His masters, his lovers, his gods."

Marvolo's eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire as he gazed at Harry's unconscious form. "And he will never be able to escape us, Tom. Never. We will be his prison, his hell, his paradise."

Tom Riddle's laughter was low and husky, his eyes glinting with malevolence. "Yes, Marvolo. We will be his everything. And he will never be free."

As Marvolo sat on the bed, he gently pulled Harry onto his lap, cradling him in his arms. Harry's head lolled against Marvolo's chest, his eyes closed in unconsciousness, the emerald pulsed rhythmically to the all-consuming obsession. Marvolo's eyes gleamed with an unsettling intensity as he began to stroke Harry's hair, his fingers moving with a gentle, almost loving touch.

"Mine," Marvolo whispered, his voice barely audible. "You are mine, Harry. Forever and always."

As he spoke, Marvolo's fingers continued to stroke Harry's hair, his touch growing more possessive, more intimate. Tom Riddle watched from the shadows, his eyes gleaming with approval, as Marvolo's obsession with Harry seemed to grow by the minute.

Marvolo's lips brushed against Harry's forehead, his kiss gentle. But as he looked at Harry's face, his eyes seemed to glaze over, lost in thought. He remembered the scenes he had shared with the future Harry, the way Harry had looked at him with a mix of fear and devotion.

Marvolo's kiss grew more tender, more intimate, as he recalled the way Harry had surrendered to him, body and soul. He remembered the way Harry's eyes had looked, dark and haunted, as he had whispered "My Lord" in submission.

As the memories washed over him, Marvolo's kiss deepened, his lips moving to Harry's cheek, his jawline. Tom Riddle watched, transfixed, as Marvolo's obsession with Harry seemed to consume him whole.

Marvolo's lips lingered on Harry's, his eyes still closed in remembrance. Tom Riddle's gaze was fixed on the scene, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of fascination and approval.

Marvolo kisses deeply and passionately on Harry's lips as he remembered the times when Harry begs him to fuck him like the sweet needy little one he was..

As Marvolo pulled back, his eyes snapped open, and he gazed at Harry's face with an unnerving intensity. "Soon," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Soon, Harry, you will be mine, completely and utterly."

As the day began, Marvolo's fingers danced across the intricate mechanisms of Harry's collar, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light. "Tom, please, sit down," he said, his voice dripping with an unsettling politeness.

Tom Riddle obeyed, his eyes fixed on the collar as Marvolo continued, "I had given this very same collar to Harry during his..re-education." Marvolo's smile was twisted, his eyes glinting with malevolence. "He was still defiant, then. Still resistant to my will. But this collar, imbued with dark magic, helped to... persuade him otherwise."

Marvolo's fingers caressed the emerald gemstone at the collar's center, his touch almost loving. "This emerald, Tom, is a focus of dark magic. It amplifies my power, allows me to exert my will over Harry's. And with this collar, I can ensure that Harry remains... devoted to me."

Tom Riddle's eyes narrowed, his curiosity piqued. "And did you remove the collar from Harry's neck once he became... obedient?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Marvolo's smile was tender, his eyes gleaming with affection. "Sweety, yes," he whispered, his voice dripping with endearment. "Once Harry learned to love me, to worship me, the collar was no longer necessary. But," Marvolo's eyes seemed to glint with a sinister light, "I kept it as a reminder, a symbol of our bond. And now, with this Harry, this innocent, naive boy... the collar will serve its purpose once more."

Marvolo's gaze drifted towards the window, where the first light of dawn was creeping over the horizon. "Ah, morning is here," he murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of regret. "We should head to headquarters, Tom. Our... followers will be expecting us."

Tom Riddle nodded, his eyes flicking towards Harry's inert form on the bed. "And what of him?" he asked, his voice low.

Marvolo's smile was reassuring. "Leave him be, Tom. The spells I've placed on him will keep him... resting until nightfall. We can attend to him then." With that, Marvolo turned to leave, his movements fluid and unhurried. "Shall we, Tom? We have a meeting to attend."

Marvolo and Tom arrived at the headquarters, and Marvolo began to brief Tom on the day's agenda. "We have a meeting with to discuss the next phase of our plan," he explained.

Tom nodded, his eyes gleaming with interest. "And what of Harry?" he asked. "When do we begin his... reeducation?"

Marvolo's smile was anticipatory, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Ah, Tom, that's the best part. We'll begin Harry's reeducation as soon as we return. I have a few... surprises in store for him, to help him understand his new role."

Tom's eyes narrowed, his curiosity piqued. "Surprises?" he repeated. "What kind of surprises?"

Marvolo's chuckle was low and menacing. "Oh, Tom, you'll see. Harry will be... enlightened, soon enough. And when he is, he'll be ours, completely and utterly."

Marvolo stood up, his movements fluid and confident. "Let's attend to today's meeting, Tom," he said, his voice commanding. "Our followers will be waiting for us. We have much to discuss, and little time to waste."

Tom Riddle nodded, falling into step beside Marvolo as they walked out of the room. "Of course, Marvolo," he said. "I'm eager to hear more about our plans. And to discuss Harry's... reeducation."

Marvolo's smile was fleeting, but Tom caught the hint of excitement in his eyes. "Yes, Tom," he said. "Today will be a most... enlightening day."

Marvolo strode into the room beside Tom, both the Voldemort's together their presence commanding attention. "Let us begin," he said, his voice low and hypnotic. The Death Eaters seated around the table looked up at him, their faces relaxed, yet eager.

To one side of the table, Bellatrix Lestrange leaned back in her chair, a cruel smile playing on her lips. Next to her, Rodolphus Lestrange and Rabastan Lestrange sat, their eyes gleaming with malevolence.

At the far end of the table, a group of Death Eaters sat, their faces somber, as they pored over reports and documents. One of them looked up, a tall, gaunt figure with sunken eyes. "My Lord," he said, his voice dripping with reverence. "We have the latest reports from our... operatives. The wizarding world is in chaos, just as you planned."

Marvolo's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "And the numbers?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.

The gaunt Death Eater hesitated, before speaking. "We have... eliminated over a thousand wizards and witches in the past month alone, my Lord."

Marvolo's gaze turned to Lucius, his eyes narrowing. "How many months have passed since the Chosen One's demise was announced?"

Tom, seated to Marvolo's beside, spoke up, "A year is about to pass, Marvolo."

Marvolo's expression turned thoughtful, before he turned to Lucius once more. "And how many Order of the Phoenix members have you captured, Lucius? Were you able to apprehend the individuals on our list, such as Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Neville Longbottom?"

Lucius hesitated, before responding. "We have captured several members, my Lord. However, we were unable to capture certain... specific individuals who were on our list."

Marvolo's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he listened to Lucius's response. "I see," he said, his voice low and menacing. "And what of the others? The ones who have been evading us for so long?"

Lucius swallowed hard, his eyes darting nervously around the room. "We... we have had some leads, my Lord. But they have been difficult to track down."

Marvolo's expression turned skeptical. "Difficult to track down?" he repeated, his voice dripping with disdain. "I expect better from you, Lucius. You are one of my most trusted followers. I expect results, not excuses."

Tom's face twisted in anger as he turned to Lucius. "You are so incompetent, Lucius, that you can't even capture a few insignificant wizards and witches," he spat. "Get the specific individuals who are on our list, and get them now. We can't afford to wait any longer."

Marvolo nodded in agreement, his eyes flashing with approval. "Yes, Lucius. Tom is right. We need those individuals in our custody, and we need them now. See to it, Lucius. I expect results, not excuses."

Tom's gaze swept the room, his eyes lingering on each of the Death Eaters seated around the table. "And what of the rest of you?" he asked, his voice cold and commanding. "What reports do you have to share?"

Bellatrix Lestrange, seated to Tom's left, spoke up, her voice dripping with malice. "My Lord, I have news from the Ministry. Our... allies within the Ministry have informed me that the Order of the Phoenix is becoming increasingly desperate. They are scrambling to regroup and reorganize, but they are in disarray."

Tom's eyes narrowed, his interest piqued. "Go on," he said, his voice low and menacing.

Rodolphus Lestrange, seated next to Bellatrix, spoke up, his voice dripping with cruelty. "My Lord, I have news from the Hogwarts front. Our... influence within the school is growing. The Carrows are doing an excellent job of spreading darkness and fear among the students."

Tom's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Excellent," he said. "And what of the Hogwarts staff? Have we made any... progress in eliminating those who oppose us?"

Rabastan Lestrange, seated across from Rodolphus, spoke up, his voice low and menacing. "My Lord, we have made some progress in that area. Professor Slughorn, for example, has proven to be... cooperative. And we have identified several other staff members who may be... persuaded to see things our way."

Marvolo's gaze swept the room, his eyes lingering on each of the Death Eaters. "Continue," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I want to hear more about our progress. What of the other Hogwarts staff members? Have we made any progress in eliminating those who oppose us?"

Rodolphus Lestrange, seated across from Marvolo, spoke up, his voice low and menacing. "My Lord, we have identified several other staff members who are... problematic. Professor McGonagall, for example, has proven to be a thorn in our side."

Marvolo's eyes narrowed, his expression thoughtful. "Rodolphus, I want you to take care of McGonagall," he said. "You, and your brother Rabastan, will see to it that she is... eliminated. I also want Bellatrix, and Barty to assist you in this task."

Rodolphus nodded, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "It will be done, my Lord," he said.

Tom's gaze swept the room, his eyes lingering on each of the Death Eaters. "Does anyone have any more reports?" he asked, his voice cold and commanding.

There was a moment of silence, before Fenrir Greyback spoke up, his voice low and menacing. "I have a report, my Lord," he said. "Our werewolf packs have been successful in spreading fear and terror throughout the countryside. The wizarding community is on high alert, and they are beginning to turn on each other in fear."

Tom's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Excellent," he said. "And what of the Muggle-born wizards and witches? Have we made any progress in... eliminating them?"

Marvolo hummed thoughtfully, his eyes narrowing as he considered the reports he had just received. The sound was low and menacing, and it sent a shiver down the spines of the Death Eaters seated around the table.

The room fell silent, with all eyes fixed on Marvolo. Tom, seated to Marvolo's beside, leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Marvolo's humming stopped abruptly, and he spoke in a low, commanding tone. "It is time for us to take the next step. We have spread fear and terror throughout the wizarding world. Now, it is time for us to assert our dominance."

The Death Eaters nodded in agreement, their faces twisted with cruel smiles. Tom's eyes gleamed with excitement, and he spoke up, his voice eager. "Marvolo, what is the next step? What do you already have planned and done for the future? What should we do to further our cause?"

Marvolo leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with ambition. "Let's gain full control over the Ministry," he said, his voice low and commanding. "With the Ministry under our control, we will be able to dictate the laws and policies of the wizarding world. We will be able to crush our enemies and eliminate any opposition to our rule."

Marvolo's eyes seemed to bore into the souls of the Death Eaters seated around the table, his gaze burning with an unnerving intensity. "And once we have control of the Ministry," he continued, his voice dripping with malice, "we will be able to implement our own brand of justice. The blood traitors, the Muggle-borns, and all those who have opposed us will be dealt with swiftly and severely."

The Death Eaters nodded in fervent agreement, their faces twisted with cruel smiles. Tom's eyes gleamed with excitement, and he spoke up, his voice eager. "My Lord, with the Ministry under our control, we will be unstoppable. The wizarding world will be ours to shape and dominate."

Marvolo's gaze swept the room, his eyes lingering on each of the Death Eaters. "It is time for us to take our rightful place as the rulers of the wizarding world," he declared, his voice dripping with arrogance. "And I will be the one to lead us to victory."

The Death Eaters nodded in fervent agreement, their faces twisted with cruel smiles. Tom's eyes gleamed with excitement, and he spoke up, his voice eager. "Marvolo, with the Ministry under our control..."

Marvolo's gaze swept the room, his eyes lingering on each of the Death Eaters. "It is time for us to take our rightful place as the rulers of the wizarding world," he declared, his voice dripping with arrogance. "And Tom and I will be the ones to lead us to victory, as I have done in the past and will continue to do in the future."

Marvolo's expression turned thoughtful, his eyes narrowing as he considered the question. "We will need to move carefully, but decisively," he said. "We will begin by placing our loyal followers in key positions within the Ministry. Once we have a foothold, we will be able to manipulate the Ministry's policies and decisions to our advantage."

He paused, his gaze sweeping the room. "And, of course, we will need to eliminate any opposition to our rule. The Order of the Phoenix, the Weasleys, and any other groups or individuals who dare to oppose us will need to be dealt with."

Marvolo's eyes gleamed with malevolence. "But, for now, let us focus on the Ministry. Tom, I want you to begin making arrangements for our followers to infiltrate the Ministry. And, Rodolphus, I want you to start gathering intelligence on the Ministry's current leadership and security measures."

Marvolo's gaze swept the room one last time, his eyes lingering on each of the Death Eaters. "This meeting is at an end," he declared, his voice cold and commanding. "You are all dismissed. Leave now, and do not forget the tasks that have been assigned to you. Our plan is in motion, and I expect nothing but success from each and every one of you."

With that, the Death Eaters rose from their seats, their faces twisted with cruel smiles. They bowed low to Marvolo, before turning to leave the dark, dank chamber. The sound of their footsteps echoed through the room, growing fainter as they disappeared into the darkness.