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Black Lily
"The black lily means 'lies'." - Fujimiya Aya, Weiss Kreuz: Strafe
The orders the Dark Lord gave me were simple, but very important. I was already close to James Potter, His enemy; I was to remain close. His enemy trusted me; I was to develop that trust, to become the one he trusted implicitly. The one he would lower his defenses around, so that He could strike with impunity. I accepted my mission with pride, knowing how much I would contribute to the Cause. Failure was not an option.
It took a complicated glamour to hide the Dark Mark from my prey, but my skill with glamorie was sufficient to the task. I wormed my way into his confidences. When it became known there was a traitor, I was never suspected. When information was leaked, I was above blame. And when the Fidelius Charm was cast, no one knew that I held the life of His enemy in my hands, ready to give to my master when the time came.
The time came during All Hallows' Eve, long held by superstition as the time when all evil was at its peak. He arrived in Godric's Hollow long after sunset, as evil a spirit as any other braving that stormy night. The Dark Lord traveled alone, for he knew His prey would be caught off guard. All it took was two words, and James Potter was His enemy no more, merely a cooling corpse. I thought then that He was finished there, that my mission was complete. But He came upstairs, His wand still out, and I knew what He was after. For the first time, I quailed at the actions my Lord wished of me. I stood in front of His target and refused to move.
"Stand aside, you silly girl."
It was the first order I ever disobeyed. After all, any mother will protect her child. Even a Death Eater.
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