Chapter One
I sat in my room, on my bed, straining to hear what the Dark Lord---my guardian---and Draco Malfoy---my semi-boyfriend---were talking about. I knew it wouldn't be a normal talk---I mean this is Lord Voldemort we're talking about---but I didn't know anything else. I continued straining my ears; and failing to hear their conversation. I gave up and flopped back onto my bed with a sigh. Draco Malfoy was staying the summer holidays here, at the Riddle House in Little Hangleton, rather then at the Malfoy Manor. I probably would have been sent to spend the holidays there again, but Mr. Malfoy was not happy with my brother, Harry Potter---or me, Amy Potter, for those of you who don't already know.
Anyway, I lay on my bed stroking my owl, Caliga, waiting for them to finish talking. And sure enough, a few minutes later, Draco Malfoy entered, looking happy, slightly relieved, confused, and almost scared. I stood, opening my mouth to ask, but Wormtail appeared at Draco's shoulder.
"He wants you now." Wormtail told me, preventing whatever I was going to ask Draco. I glared at him, but followed him out to the living room, standing slighty behind the huge armchair where the Dark Lord always was.
"What d'you want, my Lord?" I snapped at him. I thought I heard him laugh, although I wasn't sure.
"I don't believe you're being very faithful to me, are you? I think you've come very close to telling people." He hissed at me, almost tauntingly. In the firelight, I paled slightly. Professor Snape---my potions teacher---knew. Hastily I thought of something else. I didn't trust him, and sometimes I could swear his snake, Nagini, could pick up my thoughts, relaying them to her master. I kept silent, and he laughed again. "No, I don't believe you have been." He murmered, pausing for a moment. "Wormtail will be going to Hogwarts this year, to keep an eye on you."
"What!?" How was I going to be able to do anything with Wormtail tailing me? How was he going to tail me? This was ridiculous, and I told him so.
"It may be ridiculous for you, but it will keep you from telling anyone." He said. I turned to storm off to my room.
"Oh, Amy?" He paused me. "Young Mr. Malfoy isn't going to tell you anything, on my orders, so don't bother asking him."
Muttering darkly to myself, I stormed to my room, collapsing onto the bed next to Draco. We both stared into space, thinking over what he had said to us.