Wayfaring Stranger

Tom Marvolo Riddle was furious. Not only had he lost two of his inner circle, but the Black's had pulled their financial support ever since the duel between Abraxas and Theseus. 

He had the Nott heir spy on said duel and what he saw chilled him. From Nott's memories he saw the way Theseus moved and the ease in which he dispatched Reinhard Lestrange afterwards. That sort of power was potentially dangerous to him. Especially since he didn't know where the boy came from. 

According to Nott, Theseus was a muggleborn who was claiming to be a god. He dismissed this as hubris of youth. He was the strongest wizard after all. Not even Dumbledore could stop him as he was right now. A knock on his door pulled him from his musing. A new recruit opened the door and in walked Walburga Black. 

"Lady Black, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" 

"He's at my family home, my Lord. Along with the rest of my family." 

"You wish for me to strike?" 

"Yes my Lord. Killing them all would give me access to the Black vaults again." 

"You're willing to betray your whole family? What would Arcturus and Orion think?"

"They're all blood traitors dancing to the tune of a mudblood my Lord. They all deserve death."

"Even your children?" 

"They have been corrupted by their father, they consort with filth every day." 

Lord Voldermort grinned, this could all work out to his benefit. Walburga was devoted to his cause, should he succeed in killing the important members of House Black he could have their financial backing and all of Britain would be his. 

"Very well, call Avery in. We have plans to make." 

Moments later the aforementioned man was kneeling at his feet. 

"Gather the men Avery, we're going hunting." 

"Yes my lord." 

He would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. Pushing down those feelings of weakness he smiled at the gathered men. This would be their first true battle. House Black was full of powerful duellists, but he had the numbers. He had also been training his men by attacking muggle villages for the past two years. 

"My faithful followers, tonight will mark the night that we make the first move in taking back what's rightfully ours. Tonight blood will be spilled, tonight we will show the wizarding world what we are capable of." 

Cheers broke out through the men, they donned their black cloaks and drew their wands. He turned to Walburga who nodded. 

"Take them through the wards. I will follow behind." 

Walburga started handing out portkeys. The groups started teleporting out. Voldemort had made plans, half would attack the Black's estate and the rest would travel to Scotland. There they would further split up and attack Hogsmead and Diagon Alley. With how disorganized the DMLE was he had no doubt at least two of the attacks would bear fruit.  He twisted on the spot and apparated to his target.