Hana quietly crept through the Malfoy manner. She had planned on telling the Order the whereabouts of the Dark Lord, however, she had not planned on telling them so soon. Her rash decision had left her without an escape plan.
Hana had always thought that she would be able to wiggle her way out of becoming a death eater. Her father knew of her distaste towards their ways, and punished her greatly every time she spoke her dislike in front of others. Though when they were alone he only gave her a disapproving glance. Their debates about her becoming a Death Eater were long and heated. Always coming to the conclusion to wait until she was of age, she planned to disappear after she graduated from Durmstag anyways, free of the dark mark, and free of her overpowering father. However, her father did not wait for her to graduate. He had dragged her out of bed one night, in the summer before her seventh year, and forced the dark mark upon her. She was not going to let him win this battle. "Drastic times come for drastic measures."
A week after she had gotten her dark mark she had gone to Dumbledore and asked for his help. She became a spy. And for that short month that she passed information to Dumbledore about the meetings and names of important death eaters in the ministry, she was happy. She was content with her life, and had seriously considered a life as an auror. But she was careless, and got found out. Her father was furious, and he had locked her up in her room for days. She was almost certain that he was going to kill her. The Dark Lord had killed all the traitors before her, what made her any different? That is why she had made such a rash decision to send an owl to McGonagall. She figured that the Aurors would be there in time to save her. Surprisingly, her only punishment was the word Traitor carved on her arm, starting from the bottom of her dark mark to the palm of her hand. Though it was very painful, she found that it was quick, and bet that the owl had not even arrived at Grimmauld place by the time the Dark Lord was finished with her.
The wound she had received just hours ago was now wrapped hastily by one of her old shirts. She knew that The Order would be coming soon, but then, that was only if McGonagall was going to consider the letter. No one but Dumbledore knew that Hana was a spy. Thus, Hana came to her next dilemma, one that had not even crossed her mind until that moment. Where was she going to go? Now that Dumbledore is gone. She can not just walk into Grimmauld Place. What will they say? They'll probably send her to Azkaban without even a second glance.
She knew that Snape would be able to vouch for her, he knew, but then, maybe that was why she was found out. He had killed Dumbledore. Hana wondered if he was even on The Order's side to begin with.
As if on cue Snape turned the corner and ran down the hall towards Hana.
"It was you wasn't it!" he demanded, finally coming to a stop in front of her. His face was so close that their noses were touching. "WHY!" he demanded. "You idiot!" His voice became quieter, in an attempt to control his temper, "do you realize what you have done?" Hana's eyes were wide with fear. She had never seen Snape this angry. Deciding to say nothing she tore her gaze from him as several death eaters ran past them in the narrow hallway. Frustrated he shook her by the shoulders, "Answer me damn it!"
"They are here then?" She asked in a calm and quiet voice. Just then another death eater ran by.
"They're coming this way!" he shouted pulling Snape by the shirt.
Snape made to grab Hana, but missed. Before he could even attempt to grab her again she ran the opposite way. Hana now ran blinded by fear. She had to hide. The Order only knew her as an enemy. Hana quickly turned the corner and collided with (and knocked over) someone. She quickly rolled off the person and made to get up, but he grabbed her by the foot and she fell over again.
"HEY!" he demanded, crawling over to her, "Miss Riddle?" he asked, his voice suddenly becoming urgent. His eyes widened with realization. "Miss Riddle!" he said in a panic. Lowering his voice he grabbed her by the shoulders, "Your father is looking for you."