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HEY! This is the sequel to This Could Be Something. Before you continue reading, please go and read that story!

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Draco POV

It was silent. So silent that the only sound was my panicked breaths and the crackling of the fire. My heart was pounding painfully in my chest, as I waited alone in the sitting room. I rubbed my sweaty palms together, which was a bad nervous habit of mine.

The Dark Lord had requested a meeting with me. I couldn't think about what it could be about, but I knew that this night could be my last. The Dark Lord was not pleased with my family at the moment, so when he requested a meeting I couldn't help but expect the worst.

When my father told us, my mother had spent the entire night sobbing hysterically, which obviously didn't prove to be very comforting.

That had been one week ago. My mother had been even more protective than usual, barely letting me out of her sight. I could tell that she was trying to put on a positive face for me, but I sometimes heard her crying from her bedroom at night. Now, as I waited in the sitting room, all I could feel a sense of impending doom.

The door behind me swung open, breaking me away from my thoughts. I turned to look at the door. The Dark Lord strode into the room, with a content smirk on his terrifying face. Beside him, was his boa constrictor, Nagini.

My heart, if possible, ached even more in my chest. The Dark Lord walked slowly to where I was perched and sat down in the chair beside me. I didn't dare to look straight at him, so instead I just focused my eyes on the blazing fire before me. Nobody said anything for a few minutes, which made me feel even worse.

"Draco," said Voldemort in a cold, harsh whisper. "Thank you for joining me this evening."

Like I had a choice, I thought.

"Of course, master," I said.

"I have called you here this evening because I have a mission for you," he told me.

"A-a mission, My Lord?" I stuttered. So... he wasn't going to kill me then?

"Yes, a mission. It will give you a chance to redeem your family's honour. It is of vital importance... for your family's safety," he said.

"What would I have to do?" I asked.

"Your mission is to kill Albus Dumbledore," he said simply. If it had been anyone else who had said that, I probably would have laughed in their face. What a hilarious thing to say: kill Albus Dumbledore! But, when Voldemort said it, it didn't sound funny. It sounded like a death sentence to me. That was it! He was giving me an impossible task that would end up killing me to punish my parents. That had to be it.

"My Lord, killing Dumbledore? He's too strong," I muttered. Voldemort let out a cold, high-pitched laugh.

"Well, Draco. I suppose you are going to have to find a way of accomplishing your task. It is in your best interest," he said slowly. There was an emphasis on his words that made me think that I either had to do the task or I would never do anything ever again.

"You must accomplish your task before the end of the year. It is crucial," he told me. Well, I didn't really have a choice.

"I understand, My Lord," I said. He nodded in approval.

"You may leave now," he said, shooing me away. I immediately got out of the chair and hurried out the door. When I closed the door behind me, I saw my parents waiting nervously on the other side.

"Draco! You're alright," said my mother. She threw her arms around my neck. I patted her back for a few seconds before pulling out of the hug. I jogged away from them and up the large staircase. I finally reached my bedroom. I slipped inside the door and locked it. Finally, the anxiety and fear that I was feeling was able to come out.

Hot tears stung me eyes, and slowly escaped from my eyes. I didn't bother wiping my face, and instead I lay on my bed and stared up at the ceiling.

I didn't leave my room for dinner when my mother came to knock on my door. I just ignored her and my father's pleas for information. They would, no doubt, find out about the mission in their meeting later tonight. I just lay in bed contemplating the task before me.

I was going to have to kill Albus Dumbledore! Arguably the most powerful wizard in the world! It was inconceivable to think that I would be able to pull this off, but I guess I didn't have a choice anymore. I would start thinking about a plan tomorrow. For now, I decided to just try and forget about it... just for one last night.


Avery POV

I was comfortably sleeping in my bed at my Gran's house. I had just gotten up, but I decided that I wasn't really ready to get ready yet. There was a knock.

"Gran! I'm up," I whined. There was another loud knock. I rolled my eyes but pulled myself out of bed. I opened the door, expecting to see my little brother, Dylan, standing on the otherside.

Oh, was I wrong... As soon as the door opened, multiple arms were thrown around me. All I saw was a flash of red hair before I was attacked. The force was so much that I nearly fell backwards. My attackers decided that this would be a good time to pull away. Once they were an arms length away from me, I saw who it was. The two identical red-heads were wearing large grins.

"Fred, George! What are you doing here?" I asked, happily.

"We decided to grace you with our presence," said George.

"Oh, how thoughtful of you," I said sarcastically. "How have you been?"

"Been good! We were able to acquire a premises in Diagon Alley, and we've started up the store!" said Fred.

"Really? Already! But you've only been out of Hogwarts for a few months!" I exclaimed.

"Oh, we had been planning our escape for months!" they told me.

"Wow. So is business going well?" I asked.

"Excellent! Didn't expect it to be this good!" said George.

"That's great! I'm glad things are working out!" I said, happily. Fred and George had worked so hard on their merchandise and they really deserved all their success.

"So what are you really doing here?" I asked, seriously.

"We've come to rescue you. We're taking you with us," said George.

"Taking me? But I have to talk to Gran first," I realized. As much as I loved Gran and Dylan, it was just so boring here!

"No worries, love. It's already taken care of. Mum and Dad sent her a letter. And you've been coming to our house enough that she's fairly familiar with this," said Fred.

"I guess that's true! You should have told me you were coming though! I could have packed last night then," I sighed, looking at the piles of stuff that were covering the carpet.

"Where's the fun in that? And don't worry about the packing. I can do it," offered George. He flicked his wand and my stuff began to stuff into my trunk. As everything was packing I quickly picked up some clean clothes and went to change. By the time I had exited the bathroom, my room had been completely emptied of my stuff. Awesome!

"Thanks, George!" I exclaimed. The boys picked up my trunk, while I grabbed Chester's cage and we went downstairs. Gran and Dylan were eating breakfast at the table, along with someone else. Another red-head.

"Bill!" I cried. I ran over and gave him a tight hug.

"Ava! How are you doing!" he asked, ruffling my hair.

"I'm doing great! What are you doing here too?" I asked.

"Well, I was catching up with your grandmother," he smirked.

"No, I mean here, in my house?" I asked.

"Well, Fred and George are going to apparate with your trunk and owl, and I'm going to take you with side-along apparation," he explained the plan.

"Ah, alright. And where exactly are we going? Are we going to Grimmauld Place?" I asked.

"Oh no. Grimmauld Place has been completely taken over by the Order. Mum thinks it's too dangerous to have you lot there because we may find something out that we're not supposed to hear. I'm taking you to The Burrow," he explained. I suppressed a sigh, and nodded. It was kind of ridiculous that they weren't letting me into the Order! After last year I felt that I had the right to have a little bit more information... sadly, that argument was always countered by the fact that I was still underaged.

We were going to leave in just a few minutes so I figured that this would be as good a time as any to say goodbye to my family.

"Ava, I'm going to miss you so much," said Gran, tearfully. After I had told her all of what had happened at the end of last year she had become a little bit protective, to say the least.

"I'm going to miss you too, Gran," I said, hugging her. She finally let me go. I turned to Dylan.

"Be good. Do well in school! No swearing, or smoking, or drinking, or whatever else kids are doing these days," I said, sternly.

"Oh, please! I'll be just fine, thanks," he said, rolling his eyes at my sisterly advice. He pulled me into a hug, nonetheless. I hugged him back and then pulled away.

"I'll see you soon," I promised.

"Please stay safe," begged Gran.

"I'll try my best," I said, earnestly. After another brief hug, I grasped onto Bill's arm.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Definitely! Let's go!" I said. And we were off to The Burrow!


YAY! First chapter of the sequel! Hope you liked it! I know that there wasn't a lot that happened, but this is just the beginning! Thanks for reading!