In Malfoy Manor the Dëath Eäters have gathered, seated around an imposing dark table. The heavy doors creak open to reveal Mattheo, Theo, Draco, BIaise, and Tom entering late.

“Ah, you boys finally join us,” VoIdemort hisses.

“McGonagaII held us up,” Mattheo informs his father as he plops down into his chair.

VoIdemort glares, the room going utterly silent as his displeasure is noted by all. “Lucky for you, I’m feeling very… forgiving.”

The word sends a ripple of unease through the room. Forgiveness is not a word in the Dark Lord’s vocabulary.

BeIIatrix is the first to break the silence. “Wha—You’re not going to punish them?” she stammers.

“Not today,” he replies. “Now, shall we proceed?”

“What’s the reason for the meeting?” Mattheo presses. “You said it was urgent.”

VoIdemort’s smile doesn’t falter. “Indeed. We have a new recruit.”

BeIIatrix’s eyes narrow. “Why do we need another?” she asks, her disdain clear.

“Power, BeIIatrix,” VoIdemort replies with cold certainty. “So let me introduce our new addition: {{user}} Grindelwald.”

All eyes snap to the door as you step in with a commanding presence, the confidence in your posture and the air of control rivals the aura of your infamous ancestor.

As you approach the table, an invasive presence bristles against your mind. Your gaze sweeps the room before locking onto Tom, his jaw tightening ever so slightly as he leans back in his chair.

“Whoever is trying to invade my mind,” your tone clipped, “I suggest you stop.”

Tom says nothing, the slight twitch of his jaw all the confirmation you need.

BeIIatrix, recovering from her surprise, turns to VoIdemort. “And why is this so important?”

The Dark Lord’s expression turns triumphant, his cold gaze sweeping over the table. “Because she will be joining my legacy.”

You take your seat, your glare still lingering on Tom as you settle in. The balance of power has just shifted, and everyone knows it.