Disclaimer: Anything that looks like it belongs to J.K. Rowling does.

A/N: I've had this idea for a long time, but it's only my second fic. Any suggestions, comments, encouragement, even flames would be welcome.

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Avelynaptyra twisted a long, golden curl around her finger. It was a nervous habit, one she'd had since childhood. Her mother had always told her she'd ruin her hair and be ugly forever, and for the most part she had stopped, but today she had good reason to fall back on familiarity. A piercing scream echoed from the next room, and a fleeting look of pain flashed in her sapphire eyes, but she was quick to school her features. She didn't want her fellow Death Eaters to know she felt any sympathy for Draco, especially since it might make them suspicious, and that was the last thing the undercover Order of the Phoenix member wanted.

Tyra, as she liked to be called, had been planted deep within the Death Eater organization for the purpose of aiding Harry Potter. She knew he was the only one who could kill the Dark Lord because of the prophecy, but her job was to get as close to Voldemort (that's right, she said his name, well thought anyway) as possible so that, when the final showdown arrived, she could hold back any Death Eaters that tried to interfere. She was ideal for the task, since she could do wandless magic and had the ability to change people's emotion (kind of like ObiWan in Star Wars.) Thinking about this was all that stopped her from running into the room to rescue her true love.

Lyn pushed a limp, dishwater blond strand of hair from her plain blue eyes as she re-read what she had written. It was a great start to a great story. She hoped it would get even more reviews than Denial, one of her favorites. Her last attempt at posting on had been pretty lame, but now inspiration had struck.

Lyn started her next paragraph with, a resounding thud was heard, when, suddenly, a resounding thud was heard! It came from her bedroom. Sadly, she wasn't IN her bedroom at the time because her lamo parents kept the computer in the living room so they could "monitor the internet." 'I'm gonna kill whichever brother snuck into my room,' Lyn thought as she waddled to her room as fast as her overweight body could go.

Lyn opened the door, but no one was inside. 'Weird, that noise must have been in another room,' she thought, when it happened again. This time, there could be no doubt. Something had definitely thudded in her room. She looked around slowly, but couldn't see anything out of place. Suddenly, she heard a piercing scream…COMING FROM HER HARRY POTTER BOOKS! Specifically, Half Blood Prince, which she hadn't finished reading yet. (A/N: this will be important! If you haven't read HBP, there will be spoilers later on.)

Lyn, who hadn't seen enough scary movies due to her lamo parents, did exactly the wrong thing—she pulled the book off the shelf and opened it. A flash of blue light like the flash of a camera blinded her for a moment, and then, in a swirl of colors that blurred faster and faster, her room disappeared. When she finally landed, she could hear someone in the next room, screaming….

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A/N: So, now that you've read, it's time to review. I want plenty of comments, ya hear?