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Chapter 10

Flight of Death

:28 Year Old:

:Wiltshire:

:Willows Manor:

I walked into the hallway that lead to my room and glanced back to make sure that the blonde haired Death-Eater was still following me. Opening the door to the room across from mine I motioned for him to step inside.

"This'll be your room. Mine is right across the hallway so don't try anything."

I saw him roll his eyes as he flopped down on his bed. "Yeah, yeah. I'm not going to try anything. This place is better than Azkaban."

"Well make yourself comfortable." Sarcasm dripped from my voice as I leaned against the doorframe.

"You haven't changed one bit have you, Katie." He looked up at me lazily, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Sorry to disappoint you, Malfoy."

"Since when did you call me Malfoy? What happened to you calling me Draco? I quite liked it."

My blood boiled within my veins as he looked at me smugly. "Dinner will be at 6:30. You're welcome to go anywhere just don't go into the west wing." I turned on my heel and marched down the hallway and went into the west wing.

"Who the hell does he think he is! Coming into my house and acting like he owns the place!" I slammed my fist down onto my desk as I reached my home office. As I did this a fire cat lounging in my chair hissed at me. I immediately calmed down and tried to comfort the little creature. "Oh I'm so sorry Matchstick." Matchstick had spikes like metal replacing her usually velvet fur. "Hey, baby calm down I didn't mean to scare ya."

Red eyes glinted in the flames of the fire as Matchstick's fur went down to its usual soft brownish-red. I went over and picked up the little fire cat which was no bigger than a small teddy bear. I sat down in the chair she had been sleeping in and waited for her to get comfortable. I smiled at the small creature, scratching behind her delicate ears.

Draco's POV

I started to drift off to sleep as a hawk came in through the window. It landed on the foot of my bed, on the bedpost and dropped a letter on my bed before soaring back out of the room and out of site.

Once I grabbed the letter off the bed I took notice that the address was made in ink that looked like blood. I instantly knew that it was from Lord Voldemort. I opened it up and read the letter through fully before falling back on the bed.

Draco,

You're right where you

need to be, with Willows

being the head Auror.

get as much information

as you can. I entrust

this job to you and

I must stress that you

mustn't let it slip through

your fingers. You and Willows

had a past together, use that

to your advantage. You fail this

task and there will be

extreme punishment.

-Lord Voldemort

That was the whole reason I was here: to collect information for him, he also wanted me to get Katie to work for him. I knew that getting information was an easy task but getting Katie to be a turncoat was another thing.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and started towards the door. I looked from side to side once I had gotten outside. Seeing no one I walked into Katie's room.

They say you can tell a lot about a person by their bedroom. If that's true then when I said she hadn't changed a bit I was wrong. Instead of a messy room it was neat and organized; a whole lot different from what I remembered.

I walked over and started going though her nightstand. It held random things like writing utensils and a lotion bottle, but it also held a picture that was upside down. My eyebrows furrowed as I picked up the picture. It was a picture of Katie and me during the winter time and she was lying down in the snow laughing while I stood with a quirked eyebrow.

I remembered that day quite well, but I didn't have time to reminisce. Putting the epicure back where I found it I started with the rest of the room, as I moved to a desk that was sitting on the opposite side of the room. Letters were sitting all over the desk. I picked one up and began to read it.

Dark Passion,

These task that are set

ahead of you are

obviously hard, but you

will make it through.

You crave to become dark

and enter with Our Serpent

lord. The time will come

but be patient for now.

Your time to join us will

come trust me.

-Flight of Death

"Flight of Death…" I whispered putting that letter and picking up on that was addressed to 'Flight of Death'

I furrowed my eyebrows and ran my free hand through my hair. I mused over the two names.

Flight of Death,

I'm trying to be patient

but I just can't take it

anymore, I know that

I am suppose to be

helping The Savior, but

what can you do when he

seems not to the Light's

Savior anymore? The other

day The Savior said something

then the next day he said

something else. I'm starting to

wonder about where his

support lies. Do you have

any idea about him? I'm

trying the best I can. I'll

include a cylinder with

the memory in it. I

hope it comes to of use.

-Dark Passion

After I sat the letter down, I walked out of the room and back to mine. "Where have I heard of that Flight of Death guy?" I let out a growl of frustration and once again laid down on my bed.

I picked up the letter that Lord Voldemort sent me and held it over a candle on my beside table. I dropped it into the trash bin and looked up at the clock to notice that it was 6:25. I snapped my finger and a house elf appeared.

"Show me to where I'll be eating dinner." I snapped the order at the small creature and it flinched in fear. I followed it as it walked out of the room.

I know it's short I'm sry but I had writters block ALL this week and some of last week and couldn't htink so I thought you guys would rather have something up then wait a month for something reguar sized. Hope you liked it .

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