Malfoy took me downstairs and I heard a squeal from his mother.

"Terra dear! What happened to you?" I looked over at Malfoy and then to the floor. No way was I going to tell the truth. I had to come up with something.

"Uhh…I was trying out a new spell on her and it went wrong." Malfoy informed her. I smirked towards him.

"What? Why?"

"I said he could." I told her. Her eyes seemed less angry and she put her arm around me.

"Come on, deary. That looks awful. I know a few healing spells so let's see if I remember how to do them." She took me into our kitchen and did a spell that made my nose stop bleeding and made my eye stop swelling. She fixed my broken nose but told me that she couldn't fix my black eye. I sighed, thanking her, and went back into the living room. Noone was really there except Malfoy as I stared into the flames of the fire and sighed.

"You told him you never wanted to see him again, didn't you?" He smirked.

"What else could I do? Stupid a**hole. Why did he have to give me that stupid promise ring? I didn't accept it then, why would I accept it now?"

"Good that you didn't change, though. Most would have."

"Terra Lestrange doesn't change for nothing. Not even for Christmas…or a broken nose." I smiled as I felt it. It felt much better but my eye still hurt a little bit when I touched it.

"Don't touch it, idiot!" He exclaimed. I frowned and lowered my hand.

"Hopefully, I never will see him again. Or I'll have to kill him." I smirked then looked up towards him. "Hey, since I didn't give you a Christmas present and neither did you, I have an idea that will be a Christmas present from each of us for each of us." He widened his eyes to show he was interested but it wasn't what he was thinking of obviously. "Let me back on the team. That should make us both happy."

He grinned. "Sure. My chaser sucks anyway."

* * *

I didn't hate Malfoy as I used to. We were actually starting to get along but that doesn't mean I want to be around him every second of the day. They were leaving after dinner and I was thankful. Company was already getting on my nerves. I was helping Narcissa in the kitchen when Bellatrix came into the room. Frantically, she looked up at me with a grin spread across her face. She looked from me to Narcissa and quicky came over.

"Terra…the Dark Lord wishes to see you." My face brightened as she said this. "Something about your mission." She told me and led me into the room that the Dark Lord was in. It was deep inside the mansion, meaning they didn't want others to hear what was said but I had been here before. It was near our dungeons and it was kind of like a living room. Lord Voldemort sat in one of the chairs. I went over, gave a quick bow, and sat on the sofa opposite him with my mother. Bellatrix seemed to know what was going on for she grinned terribly well.

"Yes, my Lord?" I asked with a sense of excitement in my voice. "You wished to see me?"

"I did, Persephone. I've lied to you. This whole term. I've lied. This mission for the two of you has merely been a setup. In fact, I was never about to have you involved in the first place but I could not have denied you when you so eagerly accepted a mission in which you knew nothing of." I took in these few words of praise and then he continued. "The mission for Draco Malfoy was only a mission of revenge. I'm sure you know what I mean by revenge."

"For Mr. Malfoy's mistake?" I asked.

"Precisely. You are so like Bellatrix, even if you aren't her blood child." I smiled. "Draco's mission was given to him in high hopes that he would die trying, therefore Lucius would finally see the error of his mistake. I find killing his son a much better punishment than killing himself. After all, Lucius is one of my most finest. I regret a future Death Eater I would have had at Draco's sake but that is the only reason why I let him become a Death Eater so quickly. To boost his self esteem to get him motivated to try. And of course, I expected him to fail.

"But, you…Persephone. You have been helping him, have you not?"

I felt a twinge of guilt and quickly nodded. It would not have been wise to try and deny the obvious. Voldemort smirked and continued. "Although, you were not informed of my intentions so do not blame yourself, child. The new mission that I hold in your sake is simple. Keep working with the boy, gain his trust. Befriend him, if you must. But…do not forget these words. I am not a fool. I know that the boy is not an idiot. He is strong-willed and determined even if he is a coward as his father and mother are. I do not expect for him to kill the all powerful Dumbledore. Nor do I expect you to. Yes, that would be most illuminating if he was killed but that I do not expect of him. I doubt he would ever follow through with any of his plans. But you…would. Wouldn't you?"

"Yes, my Lord! I'd do anything for you." I told him.

"My new mission for you…make sure he fails. Make sure his attempts, however good they may be, fail in some shape or form. I want you…Persephone…to carry out my revenge." I looked up at the Dark Lord with curious eyes. Carry out his revenge? Surely he didn't want me to- "Make sure Draco Malfoy is killed. I don't care how you do it! But I DON'T want to see him this summer, Persephone. Therefore, it will be enough punishment to carry out for Lucius's embaressing mistake. Persephone…your punishment will not at all be delightful but that should be the last of your worries. I know you'll do it no matter what, won't you?"

I gulped and looked at my mother. She was grinning widely. How was this possible? I was supposd to kill Malfoy? How on earth was I going to do that? Well, not kill, but make sure he was killed. To kill another. To kill a Slytherin! Most importantly, a Death Eater! I was supposed to dispose of one of MY kind. But, I couldn't show any weakness. I had to improvise. I'd come up with something.

I bowed slightly and looked up at him. "Of course, My Lord. Your deed will be done."

Oh no. What did I just agree to?

* * *

Well…I was given a mission to kill Malfoy. How I was going to do it, I had absolutely no idea. But I better figure it out quick in case I needed any necessary supplies that won't be able to be required at Hogwarts.

It wasn't going to be an easy task, and I bet on anything it wasn't going to be fun. But, as Flint so stated, I'm a slave the Lord Voldemort and will simply do anything he says. Even it is killing someone.

But murder…was such a strong action. To kill someone! Or be apart of why they were dead. What would Narcissa say if she ever found out? I didn't want to bear it. Bellatrix didn't seem to be bothered by this at all so I pretended that I wasn't either.

"Would you like to help me cook, Terra?" I heard from the Kitchen as I lay on the sofa in the living room. Lord Voldemort had left, and I was left to my thoughts.

I sighed. "I'm sorry, Narcissa. Not this year…I. I have some business to attend to."

"Oh for god sakes. Give that mission a rest for once. Sometimes I think you work too hard."

"Sorry, Cissy. Something has come up that I must take, er, drastic actions to."

"Alright." She rolled her eyes. I know it was weird for me to deny cooking but I couldn't help it. Not with these thoughts in my mind. Malfoy looked over at me as if I were crazy. I bit my lip and went up into my room. Immediately, I started to plan to my dissatisfaction. I was reading Advanced Potion Making and I kept reading about highly poisonous objects. Well, these potions were too hard to make so I decided against them. But, poison wouldn't be too hard to find.

I know for a fact that Slughorn likes mead and would have it at his parties that he always has, so that might actually help for the couple months that I've known it. I knew exactly how I would do it. And I knew the cover up story. Slughorn has A LOT of parties. And I have no doubt in my mind that Malfoy would give anything to go to one of these parties. Even if I asked him. I'd give it to him there. Slip the poison into his mead and watch him die. It was simple, perfect, and not exactly direct.

It was too evil, and almost too simple. Which is what made it great. The Dark Lord said he didn't care how he was killed, so this seemed to be the easiest way to kill him. It wouldn't be direct and perhaps I wouldn't feel as bad about it. After all, a lot of people hate Malfoy so anyone could assume that Harry tried to kill him or something. Not too long after what I had decided to do, Malfoy walked in.

"Go away," I murmured as I buried my head into my pillow. I had never murdered anyone before. This was going to be hard. Especially since I have to murder someone I consider to be somewhat of a twin of me. It was scary sometimes, how alike we were.

"Now what? I thought you'd gotten over Flint by-"

"Malfoy, it's not Flint. Alright? I'm never going to see him again and that's that. It's something else," I said quietly.

"What? Are you worried about our mission? Because I can only tell you so much how-"

"Malfoy, stop! You don't know anything, alright?"

"Is it the mission?" He asked.

I sighed. Technically, I wouldn't be lying. "Yeah, it is."

He came over and sat next to me. I hadn't moved but felt his presence on the other side and turned my head the opposite direction.

"It's gonna be fine." He assured. "The Vanishing Cabinet can't be that hard to fix." I smiled slightly. Of course it's not. But that's not at all what I'm worrying about.

"I don't doubt that. That's not why I'm upset." I turned around and looked at him. "What if I don't want to be a murderer?" I asked, biting my lip. I was being completely honest but he would have absolutely no idea about what I was REALLY talking about.

Malfoy grinned. "You don't have to be."

"What are you talking about? That's our mission, Malfoy."

"Well…I could kill him. I mean, that way it wouldn't be coming from your wand."

"Malfoy…I don't care who kills him. All I know is that I had something to do with it. I just realized…what if I'm too weak to kill? If I break down every time I'm told to kill someone…I don't think I'll be able to survive as a Death Eater." I sighed. "Malfoy…you have no idea what I'm going through," I groaned.

"Yeah, I do. I've gotten, well, second thoughts about this mission this past year too. Just thinking about what he would do to me if we failed."

"Malfoy…I stand by what I said. You have no idea what I'm going through," I said plainly.

* * *

It was Christmas dinner and I was not at all hungry. Most people thought it was because of Flint. Malfoy thought it was of the pressure of killing Dumbledore. But no one knew what I was going through. Bellatrix did, but she knew in the end, I'd succeed. So it didn't bother her. Though, she's not the one who has to be at the end of the wand that kills Malfoy. Well…maybe not the killing curse but at least have the burden of plotting his death.

I sat there at the table, in between my parents, picking at my food with my fork.

"What's wrong, Terra dear?" Narcissa asked.

"Nothing, Cissy." Little did she know that by the end of 6th year, I will have given her the most grief any person can give a loving mother. Death of a son. It hurt to even think about it. Malfoy looked suspiciously over towards me and I snarled at him. Maybe if I learned to loath him even more, his death would come easily.

I know, normally, I would have been overjoyed to kill Malfoy. The idea of being at the end of the wand that made him fall his final fall would have been oh too exciting for me last summer. But, we'd started talking. And he wasn't at all the jack a** that I normally saw him. Sure, he was still a jerk and it wasn't like we were best friends, but we understood each other. And, he was there for me when no one else was. He's been there fore me a lot this year. I didn't care why, but he's been nice. Why do I have to kill him? Why hadn't I gotten this mission a year ago when I would have graciously accepted this mission? Why NOW!?

The Malfoy's left and it was just me and my thoughts again. No Flint, No Malfoy, No Pansy…just me, myself and I.

'what are you gonna do?' -Me

'kill him, of course.' -Myself

'how do you expect her to do that?' -Me

'with the poisoned mead, duh!' -Myself

'aren't we forgetting something?' -I

'what?' -Me and Myself

'i don't WANT to kill him' -I

'why not?' -Me

'it's the chance of a lifetime! Lord Voldemort will think you are most loyal death eater he'd ever had and take you into the highest esteem.' –Myself

'how could I kill him? After he's been so nice to me.' –I

'what ever happened to hating him?' –Me

'i do.' -I

'listen to me, now! You respect Lord Voldemort don't you?' –Myself

'more than anything.' –I

'then kill him.' –Myself

I recounted the conversation in my head over and over and over again. Then, I realized, in order to keep to the Dark Lord's loyalty, I would have to kill Malfoy. I could never betray his trust, after all…who knows how much responsibility he is holding in my hands.

The hardest thing I had on my mind, was keeping up with two missions. It's not like I could tell Malfoy what was really going on. For all he knew, I was afraid of killing Dumbledore. Not even close. But, I had to pretend that that was why I was afraid. Also, he expected me to do most of the work with this Vanishing Cabinet thing. Well…as long as he lived.

I went to Knockturn alley that Christmas weekend. Father wasn't sure why I wanted to go alone, but he gave up. I doubt he cared that much. Sometimes I thought at times that my parents didn't really love me. But…I knew they both did. Even when they had other problems at stake. Mum and Dad were always gone. They had only recently gotten out of Azkaban in which I was staying with Cissy. When she came back, I went to live with them again obviously. Their failure in the Department of Mysteries had gotten them all pissed off so they're more into their studies as I am and don't have that much time for me.

The bell rang as I entered my favourite store, Borgin and Burke's. Borgin came forward and bowed respectfully

"Hello, Borgin." I replied with a chill in my voice.

"Greetings, miss Lestrange. Have a good term?"

"Enough of that. This Vanishing Cabinet." I said as I walked towards it. "Just to be sure, this is a transporter, is it not?" He nodded quickly and I continued my questioning. "Does it work?"

"This one should."

"And the other one." I said monotony.

"Haven't seen that one in years. It was stolen a long time ago. But, this one works. However, if the one linked to it doesn't, it's useless." I nodded as I took all this in.

"Thank you, Borgin. Now-" I said as I turned around towards him. "You haven't gotten any poison by chance, do you?"

He smirked evilly and nodded. "What kind?"

"Whatever can kill." I breathed out loud. I hung my head a bit when I realized I was talking about the potion that would soon murder Malfoy.

Borgin held up one finger and went to the back. I walked around and saw a hand. Just a hand, on a platform. I looked at it and it looked exactly like the Malfoy's hand.

The Hand of Glory, it said

Gives light to the beholder, and only to the beholder.

I reached out a hand to touch it but it crashed down. I gasped and attempted to free it but it only tightened it's grip. "Stupid hand." I murmured as I tried to lift it. Somebody else's hand came out of nowhere, gripping the hand by the wrist and it released it's grip. I shook my hand and looked up at the person who had freed my hand, expecting it to be Borgin and for him to say 'Don't touch anything!' but it wasn't. Hell, I knew better than that. Borgin wouldn't dare address me like that. The only person who it would be was-

"Malfoy." I said with a monotone as I shook my hand to get feeling back into it.

"Lestrange." He murmured back. "What are you doing here?" He had an eerie tone in his voice.

"Here it is, miss Lestrange. The poison you asked for." Borgin said as he gave it to me. I took it and glared at him. He quickly left and I looked up at Malfoy with annoyed eyes.

"Same reason you are. Backup." I lied. This was my cover up. I knew he had doubts of the Vanishing Cabinet. So…I would lie, and tell him that it was in case we were running out of time and ideas.

"I believe you're mistaken. I came here to find you."

I rolled my eyes, browsing some more around the store. "You already bother me at school, can't I come to Knockturn alley without you trying to bother me too?"

"I came here to ask you, since we're already here, if you'd go on a date with me in Diagon alley? It'll only take a bit. Besides, you need a new broom anyways. Your nimbus 2000 is like, four years old."

I stopped and looked back at him. "My broom's just fine, Malfoy. And no. I refuse to fall for your silly girl tricks. You've already got every girl in Slytherin hanging off your ever word. Why must you bother me?"

"I told you. Last term." He informed me. I glared at him through the corner of my eye as I went to Borgin's register to buy the poison. It wasn't too expensive. Well, not after I threatened him it wasn't. "Remember? You're the only girl who's ever turned me down before."

"Malfoy, you already sneaked a kiss in with that feeble Potter excuse. Must you try again?"

"As friends then? I'm not kidding, Lestrange. You seriously need a new broom. Have you even looked at it this term? It's a mess."

I considered this for a moment. So, Malfoy wanted to go out with me. Or do whatever else he does with girls. Not too surprising. But it would actually made sense, wouldn't it? Throughout the year, there will be many attempts from me to try and kill him. Now, last year or any other year, he would more than likely narrow it down to me or Potter. But this year, if I can gain his trust, he wouldn't suspect me. It would be perfect.

I rolled my eyes. "Alright, fine." Malfoy smirked that evil smirk he always did when he thought he was going to get some. He was far from right. That last thing I had on my mind right now, was the first thing he had on his mind right now. And I didn't like it. Not one little tiny bit.