Tonks stood frozen in fear as Y/N glared at her. The Minister was right, her little cousin, her little brother, was a Dark Lord. He had just formed his own army. He could control the Diabolica for goodness sake. His grandfather had killed hundreds with it- Tonks had only discovered it when she read about advanced anti-Dark Arts reading for her auror training. She was pulled from her thoughts as Y/N's wands descended into his hands and he growled in anger:

"Now you die!"

As he started majestically orchestrating the Protego Diabolica.

A Phoenix rose from the blue flames and lifted into the air before swooping down through a Knight spy. He screamed in agony as the flesh melted from his body and finally his skeleton turned to ash.

Y/N stood with his eyes closed, continuing to conduct the flames to a silent tune in his head. The remaining Knights tried to fire spells at him but couldn't penetrate the Diabolica shield. One tried to apparate out but couldn't and was struck in the air by a whisp of blue flame. Y/N laughed loudly as a darkness seemed to emanate from him throughout the amphitheater:

"No cheating children. Play by the rules!"
Y/N chuckled menacingly as arm like tendrils shot from the main body of the diabolica circle and destroyed any spies they came in contact with. Any who managed to avoid them were ripped through by the fire Phoenix flying through the air. Tonks saw a tendril come straight for her and closed her tear filled eyes.

Y/N lowered his wands as the blue flames magically extinguished. They were dead. All the spies.

Except her.

He walked up to Tonks with a look of rage mixed with dread on his face as she opened her eyes on his approach. She gasped in tear filled relief she was still  alive which quickly faded as she saw Y/N approaching her.

"Y/N, I-"

"You're my cousin Nymphy. My sister" Y/N said with tears streaming down his face at what felt like a gross betrayal.

"You chose to come here Tonks. You did. You've left me no choice Nymphy. You did this. Not me!" He yelled tearfully as he raised his wand. Tanks began raising her wand in self defence but in less than a second it was nonverbally blown from her hand, leaving her defenceless.

"Y/N- N/N-no. Please" Tonks begged, choking out her words through her tears.

"You. Not me" Y/N said again as his face hardened. Tonks closed her eyes.

Obliviate

Y/N apparated away. Tonks slowly looked around confused. Her eyes were watering. Was it the dust. Why was she her wand on the floor? She was such a klutz.

She picked up her wand and looked around the empty mausoleum disorientated before she remembered- earlier that day an informant told her where the meeting would be. She came here after a prank on Tulip but nobody was here. The whole meeting was just an underground game of Chinese whispers. There was no new Dark Lord.

"I better still get promoted for this" Tonks chuckled as she wiped her eyes and apparated to Dean and Penny's apartment for the Christmas party.

—~—

Y/N apparated outside of the manor. He looked up and saw the lights inside as the windows on this cold winter's night illuminated across the manor grounds. The newly purchased cows mooed in their paddocks, the farmyard noises were juxtaposed against the sound of a hundred muffled voices inside the manor. There was no going back now. Y/N composed himself, burying his emotions deep down and apparated onto the stage area where he was quickly noticed in front of his Acolytes. All in attendance bowed to one knee, demonstrating their humility to their new Lord. Y/N smiled:

"I thank you my children. This was my families ancestral home. Now it is our home. This ballroom will be our main training area, there are numerous courtyards when the weather improves. For the time being rest, find your bearings and get used to your new lives as Phoenix Bearers. I know many of you haven't eaten, some for a while. I want you to go out the door behind us when we finish here to the mess hall. The elves have prepared food for you. There are over two dozen free elves who are members of staff and will deal with the day to day running of our facility. They are our equals and will be treated with respect."

He let that hang momentarily.

"Once you have eaten you may find your rooms on the upper floors. Firstly, are there many here with children, families, elderly or frail family members who need to be cared for?"

About a third of the Phoenix Bearer hands raised.

"We have the facilities here to provide the care they need. Those who have families that need to come and live with you here, our elves will be on hand to help transport everyone here tomorrow. Not all of you will need to fight. But you will all work towards our goals, one way or another. Which leads me to my next point. Behind me are my acolytes."

Y/N stood back motioning to the five with an open hand.

"Jackson, Benny, Vinda, Clayton and Torvus. Jackson is my second in charge. They speak for me when I am not here. Any questions so far?"

A man raised his hand.

"Your name?" Y/N asked with a smile.

"Bruce. Bruce Abernathy, my Lord"

"And what is your question Bruce?"

"Many of us couldn't help but notice... the mark we have on our chest."

"You are Phoenix Bearers now. That is your mark. Wear it proudly" Y/N commanded. Bruce turned to a stammering mess.

"No no I'm sorry my Lord I didn't mean to I just meant-"

Y/N held his hand up to calm the stammering man and asked in a reassuring tone:

"Bruce breathe. What is your question?"

Bruce smiled and inhaled, asking more calmly:

"I heard when Death Eaters were given the Dark Mark it was agonising, but all I felt was a tingle."

"Are you asking why it wasn't painful?"

"Uh... yes, my Lord" Bruce answered. Y/N chuckled:

"Voldemort was a sadistic son of a bitch. You have all sworn fealty to me. Why would I wish to cause you unnecessary pain? You are my children. Make no mistake the training going forward will hurt, it is necessary to make you strong enough to fight in the coming war, but to cause you pain needlessly... never. Besides-"

Y/N pulled his shirt and sweater over his head in one motion. The hall gasped as one at his physique and his scars before noticing, on his right pec, above the lower half of his angled Leviathan scar.

".... Voldemort never took his own mark either. To him it was symbolic of his dominion over his followers. As you see I have. This mark is, to me, symbolic of our unity, of our brotherhood. I would fight and die for anyone of you. Now Chiara if you could please follow me and the Acolytes to the war room, the rest of you please go and eat apart from... you."

Y/N raised a pointed finger to someone in the back of the hall. The Phoenix Bearers turned back to look in surprise at a woman standing there being pointed at.

"Did you truly think you could hide from me. Did you really think I wouldn't notice you pass through my flames and take my mark...

Char?" Y/N chuckled.

Charlie approached and was hugged by Chiara tightly. They were good friends having worked at Mungos together.

"Finally that reminds me I am in need of a Potions Master. Are there any here who qualify?"

"I do, my Lord" a stunningly beautiful brunette said as she stepped forward with her hand up.

"And what is your name my dear?"

"Evie my Lord. Evie Frye" the woman replied.

"Well you had best come too, Evie Frye. The rest of you eat and rest. Tomorrow you will start your lives as Phoenix Bearers."

Y/N walked out of the ballroom the opposite way to the mess hall and was followed by the three men, four women and a Centaur. He came to a door and stopped.

"Evie, this is your potions lab. We will need quite a few of the usual medical based brewed, along with others such as wolfsbane and polyjuice. Your store cupboard here..."

He opened the room next to the lab.

"... has every ingredient you will ever want or need. You will have one of my loyal free elves to assist you with whatever you require. Chiara will give you a list of potions to start in the morning. I thank you for your pledge and your loyalty, now go eat and relax with the others."

Evie pulled her new Lord into a tight hug and squeezed, overwhelmed by the resources now at her disposal. She was a Potions Master, the new facility was like DisneyWorld to a child. Y/N chuckled and hugged back as she thanked him.

"You're welcome, now go relax."

As Evie walked off Y/N crossed the hall and opened a large double door. Chiara took in the room and her mouth dropped open, Charlie was likewise stunned.

"You two my dears aren't fighters. You are healers. This is your job here. Starting tomorrow Chiara I want every Bearer given a full check up. Many have been living in or close to poverty. Likewise Charlie I want everyone given a full psychological assessment. Many have experienced significant trauma. I want you to help them, as you have me."

Both women were overwhelmed as Chiara spoke up.

"Y/N... my Lord... is Tonks...."

She was afraid to ask.

"I had no choice Chiara, I had to obliviate her. She remembers nothing of the meeting, nor seeing you there. She thinks it was a dead end, that no meeting took place. I didn't do it lightly, but I couldn't risk having those memories in her, she could have betrayed us accidentally, she could have been tortured, she could have been fed veritaserum. It was the only way."

"I understand. Thank you" Chiara smiled hugging her young Lord and friend.

Following this the Acolytes followed Y/N to the war room, the four humans sat at the large circular table with a map of Britain on it while the centaur stood.

"Jackson you will assess each Bearer for their combat readiness and capabilities. Acolytes you will break them into teams. I want a list of who is in each team and their strengths following Christmas and we will go from there. I'm going to fight all of you now, show you the standard I expect. Jackson, we begin."

Y/N closed his eyes and Jackson followed his lead. Jackson looked around in shock. They stood in an early Japanese looking dojo. Jackson walked up and touched one of the katana's wielded by a mannequin to his left. He recoiled at the cold touch of the steel.

"If it cuts you, you will bleed" Jackson heard behind him, turning to see Y/N smiling.

"My Lord, where are we?" Jackson asked puzzled.

"This is the duelling room at Mahoutokoro, Jackson. I always found it to be beautiful" Y/N smiled.

"Did we apparate? I didn't feel us apparate" Jackson asked in confusion as Y/N smiled.

"No, Jackson. We are in a mental construct within your mind."

Jackson's jaw dropped. That kind of power was almost unheard of, and only by the most powerful of wizards, like the fabled yogis of Tibet and India-

"I was trained from twelve by Lord Dhalsim. Now are you ready my Acolyte?" Y/N asked, his wands descending to his hands.

—~—

Ten minutes later they both opened their eyes. Jackson gasped and instantly looked exhausted.

"Very good Jack. Well done. Vinda, your turn" Y/N smiled.

—~—

Each acolyte was duelled and tested in a mental construct and given a demonstration of Y/N's true power. Without fail all were now even more in awe of their new Lord. As Benny finished Y/N smiled.

"Now I wish for you to meet Dobby"

At the mention of his name a small elf in a smart suit appeared next to Y/N.

A/N: ignore the cap

"This is Dobby, he is my chief of staff. He holds the same rank as Jackson in our operation but where Jackson is concerned with the militaristic aspects of the Phoenix Bearers, Dobby controls the logistical. Both speak for me when I am not here. Make sure all understand this."

The Acolytes nodded in agreement.

"Finally take out your wands all of you. I want you to learn this".

Y/N unsheathed his wand and held it upright.

Sacvindicta

A Phoenix appeared in the air above them, fiery and translucent with a shattered skull in one claw and a dead snake in the other.

"This is our mark. The Mark of Vengeance. Voldemort and his supporters used his dark mark over homes in the last war when they had murdered someone. When we extract vengeance against Death Eaters or Knights this will be left behind to bear witness. They used their evil to inspire fear. We will use our darkness to give evil the same back in droves."

Y/N turned to his personal assistant:

"Dobby, I wish for you to find all Free elves or elves for sale and bring them here to help the other free elves with the duties of running the manor and estate. Grant freedom to all we purchase. Let me know if there are issues and I will speak to them directly."

"How many elves do you want, my Lord?" Dobby asked, wanting more than anything to do a good job for his Lord.

Y/N smiled and replied:

"Every last Elf you can find, Dobby. Money isn't a concern. Their freedom is."

The elf grew teary eyed and nodded as Y/N stood:

"We each have our jobs to do. I will be back in a few days but until then I bid you farewell my Acolytes, I must return to Lady Granger."

"With all due respect ma Lord, she's a firecracker. Saw that how she handled you the other night" Benny chuckled.

Y/N smirked at the vampire and replied before apparating:

"Benny my friend, you have no idea."