I grimaced. This Draco thing was escalating far too quickly to be dealt with rationally. Draco looked small and pale compared the problem in front of us.

"So what am I supposed to do?" he asked miserably. "I mean, I'll probably kill Dumbledore in the end but I'd rather do it on my own terms."

"I don't know why you're bringing your problems to me." I said. "What you've agreed to do is not my responsibility."

"But you made that Unbreakable Vow!" Draco protested. "You're supposed to be my advisor! I need help; I don't know what I'm doing!" He sighed. "And I still haven't gotten Pansy off my back."

I worked hard to force my grin into a smirk. "Well, Mr. Malfoy," I began. "I would recommend telling the truth to Miss Parkinson…"

"I don't want to get near her!" Draco protested.

"In that case, a nice hex would be appropriate, wouldn't it?" I suggested. "A Langlock ought to do it."

"What's Langlock?" Draco asked. I pulled out my wand.

"I can show you." He jerked up and scrambled back in his chair.

"NO! No thanks."

"Anyway, that's a minor problem compared to Voldemort." I said, putting my wand back. "We need to deal with him first."

"We could go to Violet's," Draco suggested. "I bet she knows tons of stuff we could use against him."

"Draco, this isn't some girl you can make cry by bringing up their past," I told him. "This is a Dark Lord who killed many, many people and has no problem adding you and me to the statistics."

"We should still go talk to Violet," he insisted. "She'll be able to help us."

"Fine," I grumbled. "Let me change and we'll Apparate."

"Why do you…oh," Draco, grinned. I glared at him. I didn't like to be reminded of the fact Violet was in charge of my wardrobe. She had excellent taste, but it was the principal of the thing. A woman was in charge of my appearance; that was wrong.

"Mr. Malfoy, if you have any dwindling hope to survive the next two weeks, I would recommend for you to keep on my good side. And by the way, your essay was simply unacceptable." Draco bowed as I got up and walked to the door of my office.

"My humble apologies for the stress my goodwill has placed on you, I beg for forgiveness."

"If it wouldn't cause my immediate death by at least three extremely powerful people I would kill you where you stand." I growled and slammed the door in his face.

Ten minutes later, we were standing in the waiting room of my private hell. Of course Violet drops everything to help her "Project," and of course she'll tell us everything we need to defeat Lord Voldemort. So much for customer privacy.

"So what do you need to know?" Violet asked Draco. We were sitting in an office. I didn't even know Violet had any other room besides fitting rooms and storage.

"Horcruxes." Draco said. "Voldemort has seven and we need to…." Violet frowned at him.

"Tom made seven of those nasty things?" she asked. "Are you sure?"

"Well, that's how many Dumbledore said were made." I replied. "Why, is there more?" She shook her head.

"That's too many," she said. "He only made three."

"Three?" I repeated in disbelief. After all this time, and Dumbledore was wrong? Incredible.

"Three. I told Tom that if he made any more they would start distorting his features. They're bad for the complexion."

"What about that locket?" I asked. "Dumbledore was sure he created a Horcrux out of it."

"The spell was skewed somehow and it didn't take," Violet explained. "The only real Horcruxes are that diary of his, the ring, and Rowena's tombstone."

"What?!" I almost shouted. That meant our job was over half done. "Did you say tombstone?" I asked. She nodded.

"Of course, why else do you think you have all the Death Eater meetings in the graveyard? He's making sure that Horcrux is safe."

"He hasn't made anymore?" Draco asked.

"No, why bother? People won't come after him until they think he's mortal again. They'll search forever and never find the last three because there are no more."

"Why the tombstone?" I questioned.

"Rowena was paranoid about her stuff." Violet said. "Just before her death she had all her possessions burned or destroyed. And using anything of Godric's would be disgusting for a true Slytherin."

"So all we have to do is go to the graveyard, crumble a tombstone and he's vulnerable?" I asked in disbelief. This seemed too easy after all the years of spying and tiptoeing and reporting all sorts of nasty rumors.

"It's a big tombstone," Violet said. "More like a monument. It's Rowena Ravenclaw we're talking about. She's important."

"Is she buried there?" Draco asked. Violet shrugged.

"I don't know; she died in the eleventh century. It's a little before my time. But enough about that," She reached into her desk and pulled out a pad of paper. "We've got to get you ready for your takeover."

"Takeover?" Draco wailed. "I haven't killed Voldemort yet!"

"That's the easy part." Violet said. "You've got to manage to keep those Death Eaters from stabbing you in the back. You've got to make service attractive."

"Nicer meetings," I said. "With more atmosphere."

"And better benefits," Violet put in. "Honestly, I'm surprised anyone would go with Tom. It's worse being a Death Eater that not being one." We both looked at her.

"It has life insurance," I said. "That's important to me."

"But that's not even guaranteed." Violet protested.

"They pay for your funeral," I objected.

"If they find any body to have a funeral with. It's probably been brutally dismembered, ripped to shreds, burn to ash, exploded, or that one time when he got turned…" Violet looked over at Draco.

"Oh, is he too young for this, Sunshine?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Anyway, Tom has absolutely no concept of MO," Violet said.

"What's MO?" Draco asked.

"Modus operandi."

"And what's that?" Draco asked, still peeved about being called young. "I don't speak foreign."

"It's Latin. What do they teach kids these days?" Violet asked.

"Oh, you know, Potions, Defense of Dark Arts, basically nothing useful." I replied.

"Never mind. Back on topic."

"So where should we have Death Eater meetings?" Draco asked. Violet shook her head. Honestly, I sometimes wondered if she was really taking over Voldemort and we were both just pawns. It felt like it sometimes.

"The first thing that has to go is the 'Death Eater,' it's so last year." Draco opened his mouth to protest but was cut off. "It's okay for now, but both of you are going to have to work on that name. That's homework."

Great, I'm getting assigned homework by a… what do you call Violet? A fashionista? A psychotic megalomaniac? Both?

"Now, the meetings. Sunshine, do you know of any places that would be good for this?" I thought for a moment.

"Not at the moment, I'll get back to you." I said.

"How long do we have until your next Death Eater meeting?" Violet asked. I shrugged.

"I don't know, we aren't usually informed about these things until they pop up." I explained. Violet frowned.

"Honey Bun, you will definitely need to bring your followers under some semblance of order. Uncertainty leaves room for doubt. Doubt leads to dissension, and dissension will get you overthrown." She smiled. "You two are going to do marvelously. Just come up with that name and where you're going to meet, and the next time you have a Death Eater meeting…" She drew a manicured nail over her throat. The action itself wasn't as scary as the fact that I was the one going to be doing this killing.