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Hate this and I'll love you

Prologue

I don't like writing. I'd just like to point that out. I'm dyslexic and can hardly write my name legibly, but I'm using one of those Muggle computers with the letters in the little boxes that you press, and there's something called Spellchecker which helps immensely. So this may take me a while, but you told me, Roberts, that I had to write a report and you had to be able to read it for once so here I am.

I'm not used to writing reports, Roberts, ok? I'm used to reporting orally which is so much easier even if it was a bit daunting at first, so bear with me if I start going off on tangent, I've just not got the hang of writing my thoughts down on paper, it's more difficult to organise your thoughts doing this.

Name: Skye Matthews.

Age: 23 Number: #09

Occupation: Mercenary. Sounds really horrible and awful down on paper. I'm not that bad, I'm just morally challenged. I like to think of myself as a secret agent; I kill bad people, I have a shiny wand/gun and I work for a secret agency. Mercenary sounds like I kill people for whoever bids the highest price, which is untrue. And I mainly kill demons who eat human's skin or body parts and not actual humans, so I'm not evil.

Mission: Completed. I was in England. Mission was to take out Jeffery Lewis, a Death Eater who was guilty of slave trafficking in the middle east among other monstrosities. That was the easy part.

There was a problem, the Ministry over there are completely incompetent, and I ended up part of a secret force that was trying to take down Voldemort. Which is why a ten day mission took me a year, basically.

So let me tell you what happened.

AN: Might actually finish this fic...have done two chapters and it actually has a plot. Review please. I like criticism, it's really useful.