WHAT I'VE DONE

Chapter 2 -- The Mission

Harry woke up to a small burning sensation on his right forearm. He groggily looked up at the nearest clock, and seeing that it was 5:32 in the morning, he grumbled a bit, pulled on the Death Eater stuff he had recieved two days previously, and tapped his Dark Mark with his wand, which immediantly transported him to Voldemort.

"I have a mission for you, Potter," Lord Voldemort hissed, the exact moment Harry arrived.

"Anything, Master," Harry muttered performing a small bow with only his head.

"As you should very well know," Voldemort started, while pacing back and forth in front of Harry. "It is my destiny to exterminate mudbloods--" Harry clenched his fists. "and all who oppose me. As you are now a Death Eater, you are to help me reach that destiny. I have a large handful of people whom you are to exterminate."

"Who are they, Master?" Harry questioned, wanting to pace around too, but afraid of being killed for mimicking Voldemort.

"You should know them," the Dark Lord replied. "They are the Weasleys, the Lupins, the Mudblood Granger, and the blood-traitor Black."

"B-but, my L-Lord," Harry stammered. "You promised that if I joined your Death Eaters my friends would be safe..."

"Promises are made to be broken." Voldemort snarled, stopping his pacing to glare at Harry. "You will perform my mission.Once you become a Death Eater...there's no turning back."

"Y-yes, of c-course, M-Master," stuttered Harry, while backing up and apparating away. As soon as he landed back in Grimmauld Place, a young and lively house-elf stepped into the room.

"Master is back!" The house-elf exclaimed, just about jumping for joy. "Tibby was wondering where yous went,but Tibby waited, and you is back!"

"Tibby," Harry sighed, while burying his face in his hands. "How would you feel if I freed you?"

"Tibby does not wish to leave Master alone, sir," Tibby replied, looking a bit taken aback. "But if that is Mster's final decision, Tibby will leave with honor."

"Good," Harry whispered, while pulling off one of his old socks. "Look, Tibby, here, take this. Please leave, I really wish you could stay...but I'm a monster, and I don't want you to get hurt."

"Ti-Tibby respects Ma-Master's de-decision," Tibby sniffled, looking down at the sole black sock. "And Tibby says good-bye."

"Good-bye, Tibby," Harry replied, looking down at the sobbing house-elf.

Here's the new chapter!