A/N: This story takes place during Deathly Hallows and is a subplot for the book. Therefore, it follows the same plotline as the DH but the main focus is my OC, Margot-Adeline. Enjoy and please review!

Disclaimer: Everything, besides my OC, belongs to JK Rowling!

The Black Martyr

Introduction: Planning Deeds

"HOW COULD HE HAVE ESCAPED FROM MY GRIP ONCE MORE? WE HAD HIM!"

A tall figure walked around the room at a furtive pace, his black robes swirling behind him as he did so. Over a dozen men were seated at a long table, but all of their eyes seemed to avoid their furious master.

A few minutes passed. The master still pacing. The disciples still quiet.

"My Lord," finally spoke a man with greasy hair and a crooked nose.

The Lord in question stopped his pacing and looked up to the wizard addressing him, his cherry red eyes gleaming from their narrow slits.

"Yes, Severus?" His empty voice was almost challenging.

Hesitantly, the greasy-haired man spoke again: "I have some additional information concerning Potter's case. Last year, Dumbledore was visited numerous times by someone other than the boy. He never told me exactly what these meetings were about, but he made it clear that the visitor would be able to 'help Potter and protect him from Voldemort using a special connection'".

As Severus Snape spoke, Voldemort himself took a seat at the end of the long table and twisted his wand between his abnormally long and pale fingers.

"This visitor, who was he?"

"My Lord, it was a young woman. She is a member of the Order and one of my old students; I have seen her many times. Margot-Adeline Black is her name."

Many Death Eaters gasped. Across the table, a woman snorted, half-amused yet half-disgusted by the name she had just heard. Her eyes lit up with excitement, which only accentuated her fanatical look.

"Margot Black? The supposed heir of the Black family? She deserves to rot like her filthy Muggle mother and blood-traitor father. If she were in front of me right now, I would…"

"Now, now, Bella, there is a time for everything. Tell me Severus, are you suggesting that we bring her here and interrogate her?"

"Yes my Lord. She is young and naïve. Under torture I am sure that she will answer your questions about Potter's plans and his whereabouts in less than a day."

Voldemort, seemingly pleased, was now stroking the large scales of his pet serpent.

"Good, good. What do you say, Nagini? Should we capture the girl right away or play with her emotions a bit first?"

All eyes were now on the snake. After a moment that seemed to the Death Eaters like an eternity, the Dark Lord smirked and finally answered the question himself.

"We will kidnap Black sometime in December, given the fact that she is not our main priority. And until the ministry is not fully under our control, we cannot do much. Is there anyone to whom she is particularly attached? Someone whose death would devastate her…"

The man next to Severus suddenly cleared his throat.

"She was adopted by the Weasleys when she was five, I've heard. Maybe if we hurt one of them…"

Bellatrix cut him off.

"The Weasleys are too protected, Yaxley! We need someone who has no reason to be captured yet. And what better way to hurt a woman than by killing the man she loves?" The witch then turned her head to the right, addressing the teenage boy next to her. Under her look, he shifted uncomfortably, the paleness of his skin clearly visible under the candles of the drawing room chandelier. He had bruises all over his cheeks and a black eye that covered the shadows caused by his insomnia. "But Draco, I'm sure you must know who Margot's boyfriend is?"

Memories of his second cousin raced through the young Malfoy's head. They had never really spoken, since Margot was a Gryffindor, four grades above him, and he was a Slytherin. However, she had always been nicer to him than the rest of the Weasley family. Perhaps she pitied Draco for having been raised in a world of hate and violence. He remembered her jet-black hair – which was a silky version of his aunt Bellatrix', and her pale eyes – way too similar to his own.

She was a friendly girl, Margot. Undeniably smart and confident by reputation. But she also had quite a sense of humor and was often seen giggling with her adoptive twin brothers. In Malfoy's third year at Hogwarts, which was also her last, he recalled having seen her hand in hand with a bloke from her house, the captain of their Quidditch team…

"Draco?"

The young man quickly snapped back into reality.

"She dated Oliver Wood, from the Puddlemere United team. I - I don't know if they're still together though."

"Well, Draco, it seems like you've finally decided to make yourself useful. Yaxley and Jugson, you two will be in charge of killing Wood – don't do it before October. Make him suffer and be sure that Black sees his corpse. Bellatrix, Dolohov, Rowle and Nott, you four will be in charge of kidnapping the girl when the time is right. Try to keep the Order out of this. Any failure will have consequences."

Draco lowered his head in shame as he heard the Dark Lord's last words. He had failed to kill Albus Dumbledore just a little over two months before and knew that Voldemort was referring to this incident.

Soon enough, the assembly of Death Eaters was dismissed. Most of them hastily made their way out of the Malfoy Manor and disaparated to their homes, while others stayed for they happened to live in the grand estate.

Draco slowly made his way up to his bedroom, lay on his bed and stared at the high ceiling. Everything about the manor was over-decorated and too luxurious in the boy's opinion. Just when he was about to close his eyes and doze off, there was a knock on his door.

Whoever knocked didn't bother waiting for approval to come inside. Draco saw his father enter the bedroom and sit on the bed beside him.

"You did a good job out there, Draco."

Lucius Malfoy stared down at his only son, awaiting some sort of an answer. A simple "you're welcome" would have done.

"If you consider being responsible for someone's death a 'good job', then father, we'll have to disagree."

"Draco! I thought you enjoyed serving the Dark Lord! Do you not?"

"Margot is my cousin, father! I can't just sell her off like that, who knows what they – what you will do to her once she gets here!" he spat angrily.

"When will you learn, Draco? If Margot-Adeline saw you, right here, right now, do you think that she would think twice about killing you? Perhaps she'd even torture you a bit beforehand! Use your brain, son! This is war. There is no in between, there is no gray! There's only black and white – us and them."

The young man remained silent until he finally came up with the most rebellious and insolent reply that would surely upset his father.

"But perhaps I do deserve to die, don't you think?"

Lucius Malfoy stormed out of the room, leaving his son alone. In the hallway that led to his own bedroom, the Death Eater came across his sister-in-law.

"What's the matter Lucius? Is little Draco being naughty again?" Bellatrix Lestrange snickered. Her mad laughter echoed throughout the mansion.

"That's none of your business, Bella." He kept walking but she followed him.

"But it's the Dark Lord's business, is it not? If Draco misbehaves, then we can do something ab…"

"I think our son has suffered enough, thank you", he interrupted her dryly.

Malfoy finally reached his bedroom, where he found his wife Narcissa removing her earrings in front of a majestic gold-framed mirror. He crept up behind her and put his hands on her scrawny shoulders, softly rubbing her neck with his thumbs.

"Where were you, after the meeting?"

Lucius sighed, sat on his bed and buried his face in his pale hands. The sound of his voice came out quite muffled, but Narcissa was able to discern what he spoke next.

"I was trying to put some sense in our pathetic excuse for a son."