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The bed that surrounded my body was absolutely luxurious. The soft pink sheets curved around my fingers and toes like unwanted visitors, holding me weak within its clutches. There was nothing to scoff about this holding cell, but that was it; it was where I had been kept captive for the past week unable to take a look into the outside world besides what was read in the Daily Prophet. I reached over to the latest pile that sat tattered on my nightstand. Amycus brought the paper up to me every morning. I am not sure if he actually admitted to reading it but it always came to me in pieces. Today the headline read

Funeral Fit for a Lifetime

Headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore's death was a surprise to all, well mostly. Draco never once admitted to his plot against the Professor, yet he wanted it to be bypassed just like any other occurrence that was mentioned in the paper. "He is a coward" the rumors groaned throughout the walls of the house. I had to agree with them, although not for all the same reasons.

Draco had tried to approach me several times over the course of the week. He even had me transferred to this room shortly after the night at the astronomy tower but I still couldn't muster up the right words to say to him (let alone look at him without setting his platinum blonde hair on fire). Hogwarts seemed to be a distant memory since then. Classes and exams had been canceled due to the tragic death and students were dismissed until the next school year. I couldn't help but worry about Harry, Hermione and especially Luna. Multiple deaths seemed to blast through the paper as I kept watch for their names. I hadn't been able to even send one owl out to Luna since my capture. My gut dropped every time I thought about her and how worried she may be. Merlin knew I felt similar.

Just then the door shuttered in its place. The doorknob jostled briefly and I heard a low growl emerge from outside of it before the lock turned in its release. Swinging the door open, Amycus appeared disgruntled with a tray in his hands.

"I thought I told you not to lock this door!" He belted, spit flying from his mouth.

I groaned in frustration and wrapped the pillow around my head. What part about LEAVE ME ALONE did he not understand?! I suddenly felt a weight on the pillow as his hand grabbed it from around me, throwing it off the bed.

"Do you hear me?" The crackled voice said again. My eyes shifted towards his direction. The expression that rested over his face was strained as if he had been fighting sleep for a while. That would make two of us. I rolled my eyes in response and buried my face back into the bed, not wanting to entertain any company.

Amycus set the tray down on the bed next to me. Warm smells of chamomile tea and lemon wafted through the air, mixed with a sweet tartness of fruit filled pastries. On any ordinary day, my stomach would have lurched to attention of the delicious smells but not today. My appetite had been all but ordinary over the course of the week and the peculiar cravings for raw meat had sprung back to life. The pungent smell of blood rested through the house like an old, lingering scent that had seeped into ever crevice of the wall. It made my mouth water, much to my dismay.

"Please leave," I mumbled into the sheets.

"You have to eat," my uncle replied. I could feel the shift in the sheets as he pushed the tray closer in my direction. Taking my arm from under the covers, I shoved it back towards him.

"I told you, I'm not hungry!"

Amycus growled at my ignorance. His quick temper rose. We had been over this same routine multiple times already and I had had it. From the looks of it, he had too. Within moments the tray of nutrients left the bed and displayed itself nicely against the adjacent wall, the metal surface clanging to the floor.

"Fine! See if I care!" I heard him get off the bed, mumbling "Per request of Mr. Malfoy anyways."

Ugh! That was it! I flung the sheets off the bed and stared angrily into my uncle's deranged eyes.

"Even more of a reason to lose my appetite. Why don't you PEOPLE leave me alone!" Amycus's lip quivered at my adolescence tantrum.

"Why don't you just drop the attitude and be thankful for your gracious accommodations?" he shot at me sternly.

I could feel my eyes stinging with rage.

"Thankful? Thankful for being a prisoner in this ghastly house again?!"Hot air fumed from my nostrils.

"You are NOT a prisoner Lyra."

"So I can come and go as I please then? And where are my belongings? Prisoners are usually shafted of their possessions just like this." The silence that radiated from the next few moments was thick with tension. Amycus ground his teeth as he chose his next words wisely.

"The way I see it, you don't have anywhere else to go, so I suggest you fix this cocky demeanor." The cold air spread through his words and into my veins. He was right. Where would I go? My parent's were gone and my house was destroyed temporarily. My closest alive next of kin was staring coldly into my eyes right in front of me. A smiled started to creep over his face as he saw my anger fade.

"Besides, I am fairly certain that without me, you'd be long dead."

I took in a deep breath. "Well, thank you for 'sparing' me but I know why you did it. You need me."

Before I knew it, Amycus was on top of me, hand twisted tightly around my throat. His rancid breath spun violently through my nose and into my chest. Behind him voices sounded from the yard, whooping and hollering.

"I am helping you escape your once inevitable death. If you would like to leave, be my guest. Just look what lays ahead of you." He got off me and within a swift motion, slammed my body up against the window. Down below jumped a figure with mangy dark hair, cackling loudly; her wand flung spells and hexes frivolously into the air. Bound and tied in the arms of another death eater lay a limp, grey haired man, blood dripping from his withered chest. I gulped at the destruction the Death Eaters had caused to this poor being, knowing that it could've easily had been me. It almost was once until Amycus took me in.

"What do you want from me?" I managed to say through my pressed lips. Amycus loosened his grip from the back of my head, dropping me to the floor. I sat, rubbing my face at the slight pain he had caused.

"Your friend Potter, he was surprised about this event in Hogwarts was he?" Actually no, he wasn't in the slightest. Harry had thought it had been Draco all along.

"No. He always has had suspicions over Draco. I offered to help find out what he was up to but…" I was too late.

"Did Draco tell you anything?" I shook my head. He bloody well should have! The idea was still beyond comprehension to me.

"Yet, you figured out what he was doing? How?" Amycus continued to drill me with questions. I spilled out the answers he wanted, speaking lightly of my knowledge of Legilimency. He sat in anticipated wonder at my ability to pick up new traits.

"And a brain to match. Well done, brother. Well done." Amycus murmured to seemingly no one. Another sickening smile erupted from his stubbled face.

"How much has Harry told you?" He questioned next. I looked at him wearily, not sure how much I should confide in this criminal.

"Enough," I protruded, general in an answer with hopes for him to drop the subject, but he didn't.

"That answer will not be sufficient when the Dark Lord asks you these questions. You must sound convincing. I've heard Potter has gone out to find a horcrux, is that true?" I looked at Amycus in surprise. How did he know?

"Did you tell Voldemort that?" My uncle shuttered a little at the mention of his name from my lips.

"He is suspicious after the destruction of the ring, which makes his involvement in the ministry more crucial. Harry is the most wanted wizard alive right now. You need to help keep him safe."

What? Me?

"I've told you, staying in this Manor has its benefits Lyra."

"Won't that be a bit suspicious?" There was no way I could just be a spy here in the manor without no one asking questions.

"Of course, which is why you need to learn how to be more convincing. Soon we will have a small army to help within the pack but for now you need to listen to me and follow my every lead. Find a way to communicate with Harry. I doubt he'll be back at Hogwarts this year with his busy schedule," Amycus chuckled. "With your smarts I am sure I don't need to go into more explanation." I sat and pondered the request, knowing that my job as the messenger had just grown exponentially. Somehow the Death Eaters trusted me, enough not to attempt to kill me at least, and that would be crucial for Harry and information. If Voldemort trusted Amycus as much as he thought, trails could easily be masked within the Death Eater's plans.

"And while you're at it, work on the boy eh?" He interrupted my thoughts with the distracting redirection to Draco. "He is soft and the primped twit can fall into your hands. His parents are next." Amycus was sure asking a lot. I got up and stared out the window, the people now gone, leaving a trail of blood to the front door. This is what I had agreed to? I rested my head on the cold window pane in defeat. Amycus's stiff shoulders eased and he left out a deep growl.

"I'll send for your stuff from school," he said as he walked to the door. "And eat God damnit!" The door slammed behind him making a picture frame knock from its place in an adjacent bookshelf.

Thunder rolled and dark clouds crept over the house. The air was colder than ever. I sighed and slowly went back over to the four poster bed, throwing the sheets back over my head. My stomach growled in detest to my actions but I shut it out and within minutes I approached a tantric sleep.