My life was normal, until I was recruited as a Spy for the Ministry of Internation Defense. At 13 years old, my mom thinks I'm working on a project for the French-American Exchange Program. Boy! Is she dead wrong.I never thought I would be a spy. I never knew that the ministry had been spying on me since the age of 9.. The hint that I was actually worth something. Being a Spy-Witch isn't easy.. Who am I? I'm Angela Graham, Slytherin Spy.
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"What do you mean by the term 'spies'?" Hermione asked suspiciously. The three girls had blown their cover, and Angela looked nervously at Vanessa. "Eep.. Maybe we should use the memory charm." Angela said, getting out a pair of retro-style glasses with a green tint on it. As if on cue, Jackie got her red tinted glasses out, and Vanessa her green tinted glasses.
Angela held out a silver lipstick tube, her thumb on the lable on the bottom. Moving the flap covering the trigger, she closed her eyes and pressed the button. There was a blinding flash, and the three Hogwarts students sat there motionless. "Alright girls. Clear. Let's get to it and lug out the bodies. No wait. We can use the shrinking charm that Jake taught us."
"Couldn't we just use the shrink-wrap??" Jackie asked, rolling her eyes. Vanessa chuckled at Jackie's blonde-ness.
"No way!" Angela and Vanessa said in unison. They pointed their wands. "Reducio!" The three bodies that we laying on the train floor turned bite-sized, and Angela lifted them into a empty metal can of Altoids. They took their seats just at Harry, Ron, and Hermione were coming out of the trance.
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After exiting the train, the girls gathered inside the empty corridors of Hogwarts before heading to the Sorting Ceremony. "Jake said it would be near here." They looked around, while Angela checked on her own copy of the Maurader's Map. They were invisible of course, using special belts given to them which made it hard for anyone to detect spies. Neither did it pick up on the ancient version of the Maurader's Map.
There was a wall of portraits, there was one of three wolves. Checking the edges, Vanessa noticed there was a no gap between that and the wall, like normal portraits. She slid it open to find scanning for the eyes, which would scan the pupils of the one who wished to enter. She pressed the button and allowed the scanner to scan away. The hidden door opened, and they slid into the hide-out undetected.
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"Lucius! I thought you sent your best men!" Voldemort said, face livid with rage.
"I d-did my Lord. These girls must be more than we expected. My son, Draco is an insider who has promised to bring me information on these three. He will not fail you my Lord."
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"Not bad girls! This is the new lavish headquarters. Let's work out a slang term for every spy term, just so the others don't get suspicious." Jackie said, with the other's approval. Their new headquarters was nothing short of lavish. It included a mini-bar and television so they could be contacted at any time. The chalkboards, cabinets, couches, and sofas could all be flipped around by the flip of a switch hidden under the rug.
"Let's grab our goodies and head to the Sorting Ceremony." The girls each grabbed a laptop, glasses, digital camera, and kept their leather invi-belts on. "There's more gadgets in here, but we haven't unloaded them all yet."
They left the Headquarters on the 3rd floor to the ground floor, where they filed in and awaited their public debut.
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"Now, we have three hew fifth year girls. Angela Graham!" Professor McGonagall called out, as Angela took her seat with the hat. "Slytherin!"
"Jackie Lao!" The hat screamed back - "Ravenclaw!"
"Vanessa Robinson!" The hat screamed back - "Gryffindor!"
'Good luck everyone..' Thought Angela telepathically, as she took her seat next to Draco Malfoy, who turned to talk to her. "Hi, I'm Angela. Didn't we meet on the train? You're Draco Malfoy right?"
"Yes, that's my name. Don't wear it out." Draco said, grinning. 'She is pretty.' "So are you familiar with the Dark Arts?"
'Thank goodness, Jake knew I was going to be in Slytherin, or I would have ended up not knowing anything.' "Yes, I'm quite familiar with it. Why do you ask?"
'I don't know how I should say this. Father has asked me to spy on them. But she's so nice to be in Slytherin, that it's unreal. I can't do it..' Draco thought. "Just curious."
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"Dreamious Imperious." Angela whispered silently in the Slytherin fifth year's dormitory, while waving the wand to the sleeping boys - Crabbe, Draco, Goyle, and two others. She turned on her invisi-belt, and night-vision glasses. Being invisible for the first time made you woozie, and could often cause you to pass out.
Taking her ring camera, she probed around in Draco's cabinet to see if there was anything that he was hiding. 'Ooh, now this is scandalous.' She lifted up green boxers, with a Slytherin Serpent on them. Placing them carefully back into the drawer, she felt around with her right hand. 'Bingo!' She hit something hard among the pieces of clothing. 'Let's see what you're really up to. Probably no good, no doubt.' Indeed, they had found Draco's journal, which was a unique doorway to the heart of the cold, pureblooded Slytherin.
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Safely back inside her dormitory, Angela draped the curtains around her bed, and turned on her laptop computer. Her picture of Draco was genuine, and fresh as if it were off a recent cover of GQ. 'Let me see.'
Draco Malfoy
Currently resides in the Slytherin House and is the son of infamous Lucius Malfoy. Today Draco asked if I was familiar with the Dark Arts, which probably means that he's up to something. Keeping an eye out for him. Obtained journal and am transcripting notes.
He reports that he is watching us (Angela, Jackie, Vanessa) upon orders of Lucius Malfoy. Draco mentioned Lord Voldemort several times. He mentioned that he couldn't do it because he has affections for me, even though he only met me. He reportedly wrote that I'm unlike no other girl he's ever met. End report one.
'Hmm.. So do I have the heart of Draco Malfoy or what?'
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Meanwhile...
"So Vanessa, where did you go to school before you came here?" Hermione asked, smiling for a picture.
"Well actually I was tutored by my mother before, until she got into an accident, and sent me here since she couldn't tutor me herself." Hermione frowned, twisting her hair around her index finger. Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Vanessa were seated in the Gryffindor Common Room, where Vanessa had taken re-shots of the trio for her journal.
Vanessa flipped open her laptop, and started the power, flexing her fingers before getting to work. "Do you guys have a grudge against Slytherin, or is it my imagination?"
"No imagination, Vanessa. We despise them, no offense." Harry gazed at the laptop. 'Dudley had one of those, except he sat on his accidently. He sure is a klutz.'
"Mmhmm.." She replied, the computer screen's light reflected off her own brown orbs.
"So, Do you play Quidditch?" Ron asked, anxious to learn more about the suspicious trio.
"Yep, I was the keeper for one of my old teams in America." She lied, and she absolutely hated it. "Do you guys play anything? By any chance, have you heard of Sirius Black?"
"I'm the seeker for Gryffindor, but why are you asking about Sirius?" Harry asked, furrowing his brows.
"I've just heard a lot about him, and I don't believe he was the killer. Maybe it was another one of his furry friends..."
Vanessa stood up. "I'm going to go hit the sack. I'll see you in the a.m." She waved, and climbed the stairs to the 5th years dormitory.
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There's Chapter Three. More coming up soon :) I'm baaack! Hehe.