Disclaimer: Harry Potter, all places and characters, the names etcetera belongs to Mrs J.K Rowling, her publishers (there are so much of them, so, well …), and Warner Brothers™. All rights reserved. This is not meant as theft or insult – I wrote it for fun. I own the story.
Rating: G. I cannot see anything dangerous.
Author's Note: This is a drabble written for a challenge 'Death Eaters'. I sent it in rather late though. A drabble means the story (including title) is 100 words. No more, no less.
Word Count: 100 words
The Plan
'Lucius – Snape!'
Our Master's cold voice cut through the silence in the big room. My father had just been released from Azkaban, and my teacher had just killed the old man Dumbledore, a job originally planned for me. My husband had broken out from Azkaban. I heard the Dark Lord's cold voice continuing, 'The Ministry has not yet discovered my presence, which is nothing but good. But I need something in the Department of Mysteries, and it is only me or Harry Potter who can collect it. I need volunteers stationed there.'
Not could we imagine the end of this.