A/n: I wonder if you guys liked the main character of my other story. If you did here's another evil offspring for you! Talk later, for now... magic!


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Chapter 1: Prepositions


It was cold, no doubt about that. The wind blowing made the air feel offensive as it licked the faces of the outdoor wanderers. This was a town where goals were never defined, people here had no point in life. Most of them where old wizards who had lost their minds and knew it or, where to stubborn to admit they where crazed. Tonight however, there was one man who seemed to know exactly where he was going.


He was quite determined to get where he needed to be. This town was a big change from what he was used to. The people here didn't pass with a warm smile or inviting glance they just, passed. This made him a bit nervous and made him quicken his pace. He had not been walking for a long time when he came across a tiny run-down pub. The sign, which looked as if it were to fall any minute, read Oliver's, just as it should've.


He walked to the back of room where he was to be meeting someone. The only person in the rear of the pub had the hood of his cloak pulled down over his face. He slowed a bit, this wasn't very welcoming but, figuring the town what could he expect. He eased to into the chair across from the figure and finally spoke.


"You asked for me?" He said wringing his hands under the table. The figure nodded slowly. Then extended a hand. He had be expecting a old hand, worn by age and time, ruff to the touch but, instead a beautiful hand emerged, delicate and porcelain almost crystal, belonging to a woman.


"Minister Ronald Weasley, No?" The voice matched the hand. Beautiful and young.


"Yes" He said shaking her hand. "And, your name is?"


"I'd rather not." She said with a confidant voice.


"Please, I insist."


"Spider" She said quickly.


"You know who I am, now why shouldn't I know your REAL name?"


"I don't think you would listen to what I have to say."


"Give yourself a chance. I came out here to meet you didn't I?" She was quiet for a while. Wondering if it would be alright.


"Lenora Malfoy."


"Malfoy?!?!"


"Yes."


"What is it you want?"


"See, your approach to me is different now that I have told you who I am." She said. She slowly lowered her cloak to reveal long ebony hair and brown eyes, much contrary to the Malfoy genes. "I don't even look like a Malfoy, yet you still choose to judge me." Ron opened his mouth to speak but, Lenora answered his question before it was asked. " I changed my appearance so that others wouldn't notice me here."


He nodded, understanding her reasons. The reason he was there, however was not clear, yet.


"I don't mean to sound rude but, what do you need with me?"


"I want to help you and by the way, that did sound rude."


"Help how could you want to help me?"


" Well not just you, I know about the Order-"


"The what!" Ron was lost. Was a Malfoy seriously sitting in front of him telling him about the Order of the Phoenix?


"The Order, out against Voldermort." She said with pride. His question was answered, yes she was.


"How do you know about it? Are you a spy or something?"


"How I know about it is not important right now. And yes I'm a spy but," she said with a whisper. "For the Order."


"Last time I checked we didn't have a spy."


"Exactly," she said with a smile. "That's what this meeting is for. I was wondering if you could use my help." Ron was surprised by her eagerness in the situation. She wanted to be against Voldermort?


"I don't understand what your playing at. Why exactly do you want to help?" Lenora lowered her eyes to her hands and sighed.



" My father, Lucius was not the um... perfect father. I want to get back at him, settle the score." She said swallowing hard. Her eyes wandered. Ron wasn't sure if she was lying or she didn't like talking about her father.


"How old are you?"


"18 in May"


"How come I've never heard about you before? I knew your brother and he never mentioned -"


"A Sister? I know. I didn't attend Hogwarts. I was went to a Witch Academy in France. He was three years older and we never really saw each other and frankly, I never trusted him."


"I see. Is behind your father? In support of Voldermort?"


"Yes" Ron studied her for while and she studied back. Her eyes showed how determined she was, and how afraid she was of this next step. "So, will you use my help?"


"I'll see, you'll meet with the rest of the Order on a later date, however, now that I know who You really are, I suggest that you keep this meeting a secret. Understood?"


"Yes, sir"


"You know how to contact me I however don't know how to reach you."


"My owl, my father is not suspious of my actions, he'll think of it as a love letter or something." Ron nodded and started to walk away but, Lenora spoke up quickly an in a sort of whisper.


"Mr. Weasley?"


"Yes?"


"My father thinks I'm at a friend's home or something, it would be unusual for me to return tonight. Would it be okay if I," she took a deep breath. "Stayed with you just for tonight? Just to keep my cover?" Ron eyed her mysteriously. She tried to look away, she hated asking for favors but, if she did go home tonight, her life would be in danger.


"Yes, just for tonight"


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