A/N i don't own HP or anyone else otherwise i'd be a very happy person and rich, but i'm not so meh, i don't own them i just convert them to gays! please R & R

Lucius looked across at the figure of Lupin, Lupin had his wand out and waiting for an attack. No

attack came. They were in the department of mysteries. Through all the screeching and yelling

echoing around, the bodies tearing past firing spells behind them and people falling down to the

ground Lucius and Lupin had eyes only for each other. 'Love your enemy'. Lucius had always told

himself that, he never thought it would be literal. Lusius moved away, blasting a spell at one of the

Order of the Phoenix members.

OOo

'Who should we take?' said the voice of a dark red headed man who was fingering a sharp knife in

the basement of the Malfoy family House.

'Please don't ruin anything Malastar' said Malfoy's curt voice, 'they are, after all, priceless and I'd

rather you not beak them.'

The red haired man ignored him, continuing to look at the priceless items on Malfoy's mantelpiece,

'Who are we going to murder?'

'We aren't murdering anyone.' said Malfoy impatiently.

'Then why am I here?' said Malastar impatiently, 'I am an assassin, I'm meant to murder people.

You don't just go around hiring assassins if you don't want them to kill someone for you. So unless

you magicians have different customs…'

'I'm well aware of that muggle, but we don't want you to kill anyone yet.'

'Don't we?' said the voice Malfoy feared the most, Voldemort.

'How nice of you to show up.'

'The whole point of this is to let that stupid order of the bloody phoenix know that it's not over!' said

another man who was wearing a pair of jet black robes and a faceless mask.

'And haven't we shown them?!' said Malfoy angrily, 'we have murders done every day! We have

muggles being made into mince meat! is that not making them aware enough!?!'

'we need to hit a little close to home' said the snakelike voice of Voldemort.

'we should take one and the others will follow blindly' said the red haired man with the knife still

playing in his hands, 'the we kill them all' he said making a bloody gesture at the throat.

'A good idea Malastar' Voldemort said making Malfoy shiver, 'but who?'

'the werewolf' said the man in the faceless mask.

'no the idiot, Tonks or whatever her name is.'

'We could use the werewolf, Lupin, he is smart thought.' said Voldemort thinking, one of his long

spidery fingers propped under his chin with his wand laying lazily in the other fingers of the hand.

'you're going to murder the werewolf?' said Malfoy.

'Not murder' said Voldemort a cruel smile on his thin lips 'but he will die in the end, yes.'

The red haired man moved forward into the light, unlike the others in the room he did not wear robes

or hold a wand. He had on a pair of jeans and a black long sleeved shirt. His face was mauled and

twisted with ugly red scars lining his face, his red hair long and lanky. He continued to flick the knife

in his hand up into the air and catch it again and again with ease.

'The werewolf will do then?' he said in his gruff voice looking directly at Voldemort.

'Yes.' said Voldemort with a cunning smile.