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Wasted: The Revision
Virginia Weasley. The name had more meaning to a grape than it did to its owner. She had taken on so many alias's over the past three years that she had almost forgotten she bore it.
Virginia Weasley had been a weak child; a follower. Now she was still a follower, but her cause was no longer that of the pathetic; the path of Potter.
Now she was known as Anna. The name she had chosen to give the Dark Lord when she joined the Death Eaters. Anna Wesley. His eyes told her that he, Lord Voldemort, knew that Anna Wesley was but a pseudonymn, yet he saw her potential, and never questioned her.
Anna Wesley, a name greatly feared among the weak muggle loving folk who supported Potter and his resistance. Anna Wesley, a step below the Dark Lord in power, she was above even the inner circle. Yet one other shared that place of favor with her. One whom she despised. One called Draco Malfoy.
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Draco Malfoy. Ah, no other name could be so fitting. Draco, in Latin, meant dragon. Malfoy. The prefix of mal meant bad. His personality fit these names like a glove. When some joined the Dark Lord, the side of power, they changed their names, rarely devulging their true identity.
He was different; he was proud. He had no reason to hide. He stood in a position of favor held only by one other. One day he would be rid of her, and he would be allowed to bask in the glory of the Dark Lord alone. None would dare contest him. None ever had among the Death Eaters.
None that is, but Anna Wesley. Oh how he hated her. He knew her little secret. He knew her real name. Viginia Weasley. A family of muggle lovers with less coin to their name than a badger. A former Gryffindor, and once counted among Potter's adoring fans.
Now she was more loyal to the Great Lord than any he'd known, himself excluded of course. Draco could not understand how she had come to this end. He didn't know, nor did he care. Virginia Weasley; Anna Wesley, either way, she was a pebble in his shoes.
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Lord Voldemort sat as his most loyal and trusted Death Eaters entered the room, Anna Wesley following on the heels of Draco Malfoy.
Draco Malfoy was far more loyal than his father Lucious had been before the Voldemort had had him disposed of. He thirsted for power, but his ambition went only as far as being second in command. That alone was reason enough to place him in such a high position. Few held their ambition in such control. Few realized that there could be only one Dark Lord. The glory would not be in overthrowing him, but in being trusted by him.
Anna Wesley was an interesting creature. She had once been Virginia Weasley, an innocent first year Gryffindor who had stumbled upon his old diary. He was surprised when she came to him but she showed promise. She had been changed by Tom Riddle, no longer as weak, yet still needy. She needed him, and she adored him.
For them, he had a mission, dangerous, and crucial to his cause. No two others could do as he needed. For this reason, he had to place together two who got along about as well as Harry Potter and himself.
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Anna looked on her master with love. She worshipped him. Tom Riddle had never left her memory. She wanted only to please him. She listened eagerly to his instructions.
"You, Anna, are to assume once more your given name. Return to your parents, claiming that you were captured. Draco will accompany you. His story will be that his father had used the Unforgivable Curses on him to force Draco to become a Death Eater, and that he has rescued you.
The two of you are to be engaged, the Weasley's will accept him knowing that he saved their daughter. This way you will get close to Potter. Much drinking is done at weddings, and your disappearance is said to have turned The Boy Who Lived to alcohol. He will be more upset to see you being wedded to his old school enemy," Anna could not help gasping at this. She had no qualms with killing, nothing against torturing innocent victims, but why would the Great Lord put her through this?
"Of course my lord, it shall be as you command." Hers was not to question. ****************************************
Draco could hardly believe this. Sure, a little tongue loosening would be very helpful, and Potter was said to be obsessed with Anna. She would be able to get him to tell her many useful things. The plan however, seemed rather unrefined.
"I shall do as you say, but might I ask something?" he said, his standing allowed him to question, albeit carefully. With a nod from the man once called Tom Marvolo Riddle, he went on.
"Is this plan truly important? Is there not a more clever way of getting something out of Potter?" The Great Lord glowered. Draco hurriedly apologized for stepping out of line.
"Your point is taken, but I have my own reasons for this to be as I order it. Do not question again." It was said calmly but Draco felt his heart racing. He would have to watch his step.
*************************************** This was the first time Draco had so openly questioned him. Voldemort was not pleased, yet he was proud at the same time. The boy had backbone. His trust for Draco Malfoy still remained. Voldemort saw clearly that Draco had only meant to suggest a better way to execute the mission.
Anna would never question him. Yet she still had the same strength as Draco, perhaps just a bit more common sense. These two must be allowed some mistakes, he could not afford to loose them.
Draco had been instrumental in organizing their strong spy network, and Anna had killed many who could have been powerful allies for the resistance before they had the chance to make themselves known. Together they had rooted out the weak and recruited those who showed potential.
No. He would not sacrifice them.
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Anna glared at Draco. Such a rage filled her eyes that she looked like she could cause his robes to set fire at will. Draco was too important to the Dark Lord for Anna to harm him though, much to her chagrin. As much as she despised the man, Malfoy was her partner and she would have to forget her dislike if she was to effectively carry out her orders.
Her orders. The mission, though crucial sickened her to a great degree. Having to speak with those muggle lovers. She hated having to mingle with that sort, and having to assume her old name was almost enough to make her scream. Almost. That would upset Lord Voldemort. Anna would never consciously do anything that would lead to his displeasure.
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Wesley. The woman made him want to vomit. Draco almost respected her, but such a lap dog could never fully earn his respect. Lap dog. He gave a small laugh. That description fit Anna Wesley about as well as a well worn shoe. Perfectly.
The woman was powerful; a force to be reckoned with, but she turned into a simpering dog when it came to serving the Dark Lord. He almost suspected she had been put under a spell, but none he knew of had such an effect. Even still, on this night Draco Malfoy had much to ponder.
Wasted: The Revision
Virginia Weasley. The name had more meaning to a grape than it did to its owner. She had taken on so many alias's over the past three years that she had almost forgotten she bore it.
Virginia Weasley had been a weak child; a follower. Now she was still a follower, but her cause was no longer that of the pathetic; the path of Potter.
Now she was known as Anna. The name she had chosen to give the Dark Lord when she joined the Death Eaters. Anna Wesley. His eyes told her that he, Lord Voldemort, knew that Anna Wesley was but a pseudonymn, yet he saw her potential, and never questioned her.
Anna Wesley, a name greatly feared among the weak muggle loving folk who supported Potter and his resistance. Anna Wesley, a step below the Dark Lord in power, she was above even the inner circle. Yet one other shared that place of favor with her. One whom she despised. One called Draco Malfoy.
********************************************
Draco Malfoy. Ah, no other name could be so fitting. Draco, in Latin, meant dragon. Malfoy. The prefix of mal meant bad. His personality fit these names like a glove. When some joined the Dark Lord, the side of power, they changed their names, rarely devulging their true identity.
He was different; he was proud. He had no reason to hide. He stood in a position of favor held only by one other. One day he would be rid of her, and he would be allowed to bask in the glory of the Dark Lord alone. None would dare contest him. None ever had among the Death Eaters.
None that is, but Anna Wesley. Oh how he hated her. He knew her little secret. He knew her real name. Viginia Weasley. A family of muggle lovers with less coin to their name than a badger. A former Gryffindor, and once counted among Potter's adoring fans.
Now she was more loyal to the Great Lord than any he'd known, himself excluded of course. Draco could not understand how she had come to this end. He didn't know, nor did he care. Virginia Weasley; Anna Wesley, either way, she was a pebble in his shoes.
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Lord Voldemort sat as his most loyal and trusted Death Eaters entered the room, Anna Wesley following on the heels of Draco Malfoy.
Draco Malfoy was far more loyal than his father Lucious had been before the Voldemort had had him disposed of. He thirsted for power, but his ambition went only as far as being second in command. That alone was reason enough to place him in such a high position. Few held their ambition in such control. Few realized that there could be only one Dark Lord. The glory would not be in overthrowing him, but in being trusted by him.
Anna Wesley was an interesting creature. She had once been Virginia Weasley, an innocent first year Gryffindor who had stumbled upon his old diary. He was surprised when she came to him but she showed promise. She had been changed by Tom Riddle, no longer as weak, yet still needy. She needed him, and she adored him.
For them, he had a mission, dangerous, and crucial to his cause. No two others could do as he needed. For this reason, he had to place together two who got along about as well as Harry Potter and himself.
*******************************************
Anna looked on her master with love. She worshipped him. Tom Riddle had never left her memory. She wanted only to please him. She listened eagerly to his instructions.
"You, Anna, are to assume once more your given name. Return to your parents, claiming that you were captured. Draco will accompany you. His story will be that his father had used the Unforgivable Curses on him to force Draco to become a Death Eater, and that he has rescued you.
The two of you are to be engaged, the Weasley's will accept him knowing that he saved their daughter. This way you will get close to Potter. Much drinking is done at weddings, and your disappearance is said to have turned The Boy Who Lived to alcohol. He will be more upset to see you being wedded to his old school enemy," Anna could not help gasping at this. She had no qualms with killing, nothing against torturing innocent victims, but why would the Great Lord put her through this?
"Of course my lord, it shall be as you command." Hers was not to question. ****************************************
Draco could hardly believe this. Sure, a little tongue loosening would be very helpful, and Potter was said to be obsessed with Anna. She would be able to get him to tell her many useful things. The plan however, seemed rather unrefined.
"I shall do as you say, but might I ask something?" he said, his standing allowed him to question, albeit carefully. With a nod from the man once called Tom Marvolo Riddle, he went on.
"Is this plan truly important? Is there not a more clever way of getting something out of Potter?" The Great Lord glowered. Draco hurriedly apologized for stepping out of line.
"Your point is taken, but I have my own reasons for this to be as I order it. Do not question again." It was said calmly but Draco felt his heart racing. He would have to watch his step.
*************************************** This was the first time Draco had so openly questioned him. Voldemort was not pleased, yet he was proud at the same time. The boy had backbone. His trust for Draco Malfoy still remained. Voldemort saw clearly that Draco had only meant to suggest a better way to execute the mission.
Anna would never question him. Yet she still had the same strength as Draco, perhaps just a bit more common sense. These two must be allowed some mistakes, he could not afford to loose them.
Draco had been instrumental in organizing their strong spy network, and Anna had killed many who could have been powerful allies for the resistance before they had the chance to make themselves known. Together they had rooted out the weak and recruited those who showed potential.
No. He would not sacrifice them.
**********************************
Anna glared at Draco. Such a rage filled her eyes that she looked like she could cause his robes to set fire at will. Draco was too important to the Dark Lord for Anna to harm him though, much to her chagrin. As much as she despised the man, Malfoy was her partner and she would have to forget her dislike if she was to effectively carry out her orders.
Her orders. The mission, though crucial sickened her to a great degree. Having to speak with those muggle lovers. She hated having to mingle with that sort, and having to assume her old name was almost enough to make her scream. Almost. That would upset Lord Voldemort. Anna would never consciously do anything that would lead to his displeasure.
*********************
Wesley. The woman made him want to vomit. Draco almost respected her, but such a lap dog could never fully earn his respect. Lap dog. He gave a small laugh. That description fit Anna Wesley about as well as a well worn shoe. Perfectly.
The woman was powerful; a force to be reckoned with, but she turned into a simpering dog when it came to serving the Dark Lord. He almost suspected she had been put under a spell, but none he knew of had such an effect. Even still, on this night Draco Malfoy had much to ponder.