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My parents were proud Voldemort had chosen me for such an important task. They had told me it was an honor. It was something I should be proud of also. The problem was, I wasn't proud. I was absolutely horrified. Who knew what would happen if I didn't succeed? I would put my parents and myself in danger if I made a mistake. I still couldn't wrap my head around why Voldemort had chosen me. There were plenty of other children of Death Eaters who he could have used.

I assumed it had something to do with me going to Beauxbatons instead of Hogwarts. All the others had gone to Hogwarts and Potter would know who they were. My parents had sent me to Beauxbatons because they thought the education was better there for some reason. My mother had also gone to Beauxbatons. My parents had tricked Dumbledore into believing I was just some girl whose parents were moving to England and had taken me along with them. I was going to be in my sixth year, the same year as Harry Potter, and would be the first transfer student Hogwarts had had in a long time.

My task was to become friends with the Boy Who Lived. I was supposed to get him to trust me. I was supposed to report back to Voldemort with any information her could use against Potter. I wasn't quite sure how I felt about my mission, but there was no possible way I could refuse.

My thoughts were interrupted when my mother walked into my bedroom.

"Chérie," she said. "You should start packing soon."

I nodded and stood up from my bed. I pulled out my wand and cast a spell that caused all the belongings I would need to pack themselves into my bags. Tomorrow was September 1st and I would be flooing to England to board the Hogwarts Express.

It bothered me that no one had bothered to ask how I felt about leaving Beauxbatons. I had to leave all my friends behind. I would be going to a new place where the only people I knew were Draco Malfoy and a few others who were associated with the Death Eaters. I was going to miss my family also. I had never been that far away from home.

I glanced at my watch to see what time it was. It was getting late and I figured I should probably get some sleep before my big trip tomorrow. I turned the light out and laid down in my bed. I closed my eyes for what seemed like hours, but I still hadn't fallen asleep. All I could think about was how the next year of my life would go. I finally drifted to sleep, dreaming about Hogwarts, the Dark Lord, and Harry Potter.

Platform 9 ¾ was crowded with children of various ages, all saying good bye to the family members and hurrying onto the train. Everyone seemed excited to be heading back to Hogwarts, but I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. All I could think about was failing and putting my parents in jeopardy.

I was shaken back to reality when my parents had started speaking.

"We'll miss you so much," my father said.

"We're so proud of you," my mother said. "Good luck."

I hugged them both and ran onto the train. All of the other students had already boarded and many had already found compartments to sit in. I wandered through the train until I had found a compartment that wasn't full. I slid open the door and saw that there were three people sitting in the compartment. They all glanced up at me expectantly.

"Mind if I sit here?" I asked. "All the other compartments are full."

"No problem," a boy with red hair said.

I sat down beside a girl with bushy hair and muttered my thanks. I looked up at the boy across from me. He had messy, dark hair, bright green eyes, and an unmistakable lightning shaped scar on his forehead. My breath caught in my throat when I realized who it was. It was Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. The boy who I was supposed to spy on for the man who had killed his parents. Guilt washed over me. He was the same age as me and he had been through so much. I pushed the thoughts aside though. I had to do this. I couldn't put my family in danger.

"You're Harry Potter," was the first thing I said.