Disclaimer: I own the plot. Everything else belongs to the wonderful and extremely talented J.K. Rowling

Prologue: Death to the Eater

Lucius Malfoy was laughing to himself. His Lord just liberated him from prison. After just a little punishment for allowing the prophecy to be destroyed, Lucius was back in the Dark Lord's inner circle. 'And the best part,' Lucius thought to himself, 'is that nobody will be able to find me here.'

No sooner had he formed this thought, then a regal looking eagle owl swooped in and dropped a letter onto his desk. "Hmmmm…" he muttered, "How did this owl find me? This place is supposed to be unplottable." The only person that should be able to find him here should be the Dark Lord himself, and he always used ravens to deliver his missives.

Lucius quickly pulled out his wand and performed several magic detection charms on the letter, but couldn't find anything suspicious about the letter, aside from the magical address on the front.

Deciding to risk it, Lucius picked up the letter for a closer examination. The parchment was very nice, and rather official looking. The parchment was addressed to: Lucius Malfoy, wherever he is, the world. That explained how the owl could find him. Whoever sent this had no idea where he was; they just needed to get him a message. Lucuis then turned his examinations to the wax seal in the parchment. He didn't recognize it. The sealing wax was a shade of dark purple, and had a dragon impressed into it, biting it's tail to form a circle with a capital letter 'I' in the middle. 'Strange seal.' Lucius thought.

Finally deciding that whatever the letter said, it couldn't hurt him, Lucius broke the seal and unrolled the parchment. As he read it, an amused smirk grew on his face.

Lucius Malfoy,

The Imperial Dragon Circle has reviewed your recent and past criminal history, and after many hours of careful deliberation, we have decided that your presence in the Wizarding World is having a negative effect on society as a whole.

You have been found guilty of crimes against the Wizarding World, and sentenced to execution.

The Imperial Dragon Circle

It was absurd! This group that he'd never heard of before thought that they could bring him to justice! Lucius smiled to himself, and couldn't help but chuckle at the letter. These fools couldn't possibly subdue the most powerful of the Dark Lord's Death Eaters, especially while he was in this house!

"Something amuses you?" said a voice from about 10 feet in front of the desk. The tone sent chills up Malfoy's spine. It was soft, cold, and deadly. Lucius' head snapped up from the letter to survey the source of the voice.

Standing in front of him was a man. He was wearing blood red combat robes, and a black open-front cloak. The cloak was fastened to his robes at two points near his shoulders with clasps bearing the Circle Insignia. The hood of his cloak was pulled up over his head, making it impossible to see whom he was.

Lucius regarded the man coolly. He didn't know how the man had gotten inside the house without tripping the wards, but he knew the he had not apparated in. Only himself and the Dark Lord could do that. Never the less, Lucius knew that the wards inside the house prevented anyone other than the Dark Lord or himself from using magic. "Yes, something amuses me. This Imperial Dragon Circle thinks it can execute me. I find that highly amusing." Lucius sneered at the man.

"Oh?" said the man. "Well then, allow me to introduce myself. I am called Flame. I am the chief assassin of the Imperial Dragon Circle. I will be your executioner this evening."

So, they were starting right away. Lucius knew he had a magical advantage over the man, so he really wasn't worried. "Really?" Lucius smirked at the man. "I think you'll find that it's the other way around." Lucius pulled out his wand and leveled it at the man.

Not even a moment later there was a soft whooshing sound, and a small throwing knife  embedded itself in Lucius' hand. Lucius screamed in pain and dropped his wand.

"Oh! Please forgive me Lucius. I completely forgot my manners. Allow me to introduce my second in command. Her name is Blade." The man said, his voice dripping with false remorse. A woman stepped out of the shadows on the man's left. She was dressed exactly the same as the man, right down the the insignia.

The tide had turned. It was two against one now, and the fact that he could no longer grip his wand negated any magical advantage he had. Still he was a Malfoy, and he could find a way out of any situation. Add to that, these two still couldn't use magic inside the house.

"Lucius Malfoy, you have been deemed a danger to the community by the Imperial Dragon Circle. You have been sentenced to execution, to be carried out immediately." The man pulled from his robes a Chrome-plated 9mm handgun, and leveled it at Lucius. The gun reported 5 times, and Lucius Malfoy fell to the ground, with five holes in his chest.

The two assasins looked at each other, and then turned back to the body. The man gathered up the body, and wrapped it in a deep purple shroud. He then carried it out the front door. The woman looked through the desk, and searched all the papers, finally finding something useful. She then pocketed the document and followed the man out.

Once outside, the man and woman linked hands, raised their wands, and started to chant a spell. Almost immediately, the house erupted in blue-white flames. The fire was intense, and consumed the building rapidly, but the pair of assasins did not wait around to watch. They had a statement to make.

The next morning, Lucius Malfoys body was found, hanging upside down from a streetlight outside the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade. A note was found, pinned to the purple shroud that he was wrapped in.

Courtesy of the Imperial Dragon Circle

Authors Note: So, what do you think? Should I continue? Comments and suggestions welcome. I'm really not sure exactly where this story is going to end up, but I have a basic outline