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This is my first ever HP fanfic. My first language is not English so pardon any mistakes. All reviews are welcome. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

Draco Malfoy wrinkled his nose in disgust. The room reeks of sex, stale alcohol and something putrid. He made his way past two naked women passed out drunk, one of them actually lying on a pool of vomit. He went straight towards the man he needed to see.

Marcus Flint was laying spread eagled on the bed snoring loudly. He wore nothing on but his left sock. Draco fought the urge to vomit himself as he looked at Flint. Draco decided to get on with his task. The earlier he finish the quicker he can get out of there.

"Rennervate." Draco muttered. Almost immediately Flint woke up and was totally surprised when a wand was pressed in between his eyes.

"Malfoy? W-what are you doing here?" Flint managed to ask.

"I believe you have something that the Dark Lord requires." Draco answered. "I suggest you hand it over now, I don't want to get my hands dirty this early in the morning."

"W-wait, I d-don't know what y-you're talking a-about." Flint stuttered in fear.

"Really? After practically announcing to everybody last night that you have an item that connects you to the Order?"

"I d-do have it, b-but I want to be the one to give it to him personally."

"And what makes you think the Dark Lord has the time to see the likes of you?"

Flint straightened up and gathered all the confidence he can muster. "I'm a Death Eater too you fucking bastard!"

As if on cue, one of the women snorted on their sleep making Draco chuckle at the timing of it. Draco was actually impressed at how stupid Flint was being at the moment. With the idiot's wand tucked on Draco's back pocket, he doesn't even know where the confidence is coming from.

"Let's cut to the chase, just hand over the item now. Should the Dark Lord decide to meet with you, by all means tell him the whole story of your… adventure." Draco said mockingly.

"I will show you!" Flint moved suddenly to grab for his wand planning to attack Draco. But was shocked when he realized that his wand was not where he left it. Slowly he turned towards Draco fully aware of what is about to happen. Draco knew he was about to beg for mercy. So before he can say anything he stupefied Flint and quickly entered his mind.

"Legilimens." Draco invaded Flint's mind effortlessly. He flipped through Flint's memory to find what he was looking for. He had to go far back as there was no mysterious item in his memory from the past 12 hours. Only in passing when he was bragging about it in the pub. Draco then saw a familiar face. If he is not mistaken, it was Mundungus Fletcher, the crook who used to hang around Knockturn Alley.

Mundungus was holding a curious looking device that Draco had never seen in his life, by the looks of it, it was a muggle item. Mundungus showed it to Flint saying that it was his connection to the Order. Without hesitation, Flint killed Mundungus and pocketed the curious looking item. Flint didn't even bother to hide the body and quickly apparated to his place.

When Flint got home, it hit him then that he did not ask Mundungus how the device works or how to use it to communicate with the Order before he killed him. Regret but mostly panic took over Flint. He will not be able to present this important discovery to the Dark Lord if he doesn't know what it does and how it is used.

Simpleminded that he is, Flint decided to keep the mysterious item on his sock drawer just beside his money stash. He decided to keep this information for the time being until he figures out how to operate the device. Unfortunately, when he got so wasted in the pub he let loose of this information, bragging to anybody who bothered to listen. News travel fast and any report related to the Order goes very quickly to the Dark Lord. Draco was immediately deployed to confirm if the report was true.

Draco was chosen by Voldemort to retrieve the controversial item, being one of the very few that the Dark Lord truly trust. After losing his parents in the Battle of Hogwarts, Draco offered himself to the Dark Lord's service. All emotions and hope for a normal life was lost when he buried his parents. Draco became ruthless, he killed, tortured and destroyed without hesitation. Deeper and deeper he buried himself in the wickedness of Voldemort's empire. And all his hard work paid off. He is just a notch below his aunt Bellatrix who was the Dark Lord's second in command.

Draco pulled back from Flint's mind and went directly to where the item was hidden. As soon as he touched the device, it vibrated and showed that a message came in:

Dung, what is happening there? Is it safe to come out? We are low in potion supplies.

Draco was hit by a bone chilling realization, what he has in his hand could actually be a genuine connection to the Order. He felt it in his guts that this is the real thing. He hesitated what to do next, why he did, he has absolutely no clue. Losing all sense of rationality, Draco did the unthinkable. He began modifying Flint's memory. Changing the item to a coin he charmed that shows random messages in intermittent times or at his will. He changed the memory showing Mundungus teaching Flint how the coin works. Lastly, he planted the memory of Flint giving him the coin without hesitation and removing all traces of what really happened of his encounter with Flint.

Draco apparated to his private cottage, the muggle device hot on his pocket. After the last message, nothing has happened since. He didn't dare fiddle with it just yet. The less information he has to keep the better. He has a couple hours more to decide what to do next before he meets with the Dark Lord. Draco ran his hand through his hair, a headache abruptly coming. He cannot understand himself why he changed Flint's memory. Has he finally lost his mind after all the craziness that has been happening? One thing is for sure, he has already set the motions for whatever it is that he has decided to do on a whim. He silently hoped that he will not get himself killed in the process.