JKR owns everything. I own nothing but my imagination. This drabble is dedicated to attack09.
FEAR
He is back. After thirteen years of uncertain hope the Dark Lord is back, Diggory dead and Potter a numb witness of his murder.
We need to act, we need to protect. And everybody will be taking their risk. Including me.
Still, cold and icy fear washes over my body when Albus says: 'You know what I must ask you to do. If you are ready… If you are prepared…'
'I am,' I say and the icy fear almost drowns the red hot pain of the dark mark. I turn and leave. To be a spy, to live a lie.