I had been on stakeout for a week and as such had not been in contact with any members of the Order or my father for risk of being caught. The majority of the Order was kept in the dark about my missions and as such the only people who knew the vital role in the war I played were my father, Harry, Kingsley and at one stage Dumbledore. My father has trained me since infancy to be able to defend myself, to blend in and most importantly to be able to kill an advisory.
I have been trained in both magical and Muggle fighting methods and as such consider a blade to be as much apart of me as my wand. My training was kept secret and only my father and Dumbledore, the man who had the idea for my training, knew about it. I attended Hogwarts like any other witch and wizard my age. I am 19 years old and vital to the outcome of the war; I am the Order's secret weapon.
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I hugged my black cloak tightly to my skin and kept my eyes on the house across the street. It was almost time for me to make my move and I stood from my hiding place amongst the bushes and checked my equipment; wand, blade, throwing knives all accounted for in the correct places. Placing the hood of the cloak on my head I silently made my way across to the house and rapped upon the door. There were muffled voices and the sound of feet before the door opened and I looked the man in the face.
"Good Evening sir," I said emotionlessly and in one swift movement pulled out my blade and rammed it into the side of his neck. I withdrew it and he dropped blood gushing from his wound. I stepped over the writhing body, placed the blade in the sheath and drew out my wand. "Come out, come out wherever you are!" I taunted the occupants of the house "Since when are Death Eaters afraid!" I laughed and moved into the room the voices had seemed to come from.
It was empty "And so the hunters become the hunted. Olli Olli Oxen Free!" I called out and laughed menacingly. As I stalked the house looking for the remaining Death Eater I knew to be living her I thought of all the members of the Order who would disapprove of what it is that I do for them. Entering a house and killing it's occupants is something a Death Eater does and it is this fact about my missions that I abhor but unfortunately my missions can very rarely be completed any other way. I heard a movement to my left and a turned sharply to see the other Death Eater.
"You're here to kill me," she stated rather than she asked. I nodded and raised my wand, pointing it at her heart "Then you should know," she lifted the sleeves of her robs and showed me her arms "I'm not a Death Eater and neither are my children." I nod and lower my wand.
"I suggest you run as far from here as you can; you and your children. At least until this war is over. If you are, in fact, a Death Eater I will have no problems extinguishing your flame and those of your children. Keep them away from the front door."
With those parting words I disapperated and reappeared standing in front of The Burrow. I rapped on the door, called out and told them who I was and removed my hood.