a/n: Hey ppl! KittyWings iz back wif a new HP story! Cool, eh? eh? eh? (imagines applause) Well,
thank you, thank you! This is a h/hr story and I hope u lyke it. But flames are still very
welcomed. Well, not VERY but you know......I'm open to insults. Newayz.....I'm starting to blab
because of my months of writer's block. (sorry, that's an excuse) Anywayz.....on wif da story!







Chapter One (part One)

The Mission

"Harry Potter....." The cold voice hissed.
A little ripple of fearful shivers went around the wide circle of Deatheaters as The Dard Lord's icy voice travelled openly
around; each man would have had a look of terror on their cold, pale faces. If not for one young boy of seventeen who had a
look of extreme boredom on his face He, unlike the rest did not scramble quickly towards the Dark Lord as he called their name.
"Harry Potter......" Voldemort whispered again, his voice filled with a deathly, delicate venom.
The boy removed the hood of his silvery cloak gently and walked calmly towards Voldemort.
"Yes, master?" He asked serenely.
"Harry Potter......I am pleased with your work in hiding your new 'position' in our carefully
chosen group of Deatheaters. Indeed, I am truly impressed" Voldemort replied, with a bite of
pleasure in his cool, collected voice.
"Thank you, Master. I, myself have enjoyed the pleasure of toying with Dumbledore's side.
Innocent, Harry Potter, they think...... How very wrong they are" A smug smile appeared on
Harry Potter's handsome face.
Voldemort's vivid, red eyes narrowed for just a few seconds. This boy had been extremely useful
to him. He was smart, handsome, powerful and devilishly charming to girls but he had always had
a bit of suspicion that the boy's royalty may waver. After all, this just might be a plan of
Dumbledore's. Prehaps, a little test would help determine if this boy was truly trustworthy.
If this boy who stood before him was worthy of all the secrets that he was to share with him......
"Potter....."
"Yes, Master?" Harry's large, green eyes blinked innocently.
"Does your royalty truly lie with me?" Voldemort whispered into the deathly silent night.
"Of course" Harry replied swiftly and indeed he did not blink nor flinch or stutter like Wormtail
did when he was aked that question.
"Prehaps...... a little test should determine this" Voldemort said.
"A test?" Harry's voice held no fear, but a appealing tone of curiousity.
"Yes, a test....." Voldemort smiled evily.
"Just name it and I will most certainly do it admiredly" Harry bowed shortly.
"Excellent" Voldemort nodded.
There was a slight pause in which the wind started to blow and hiss as if even it knew evil was
around.
"It involves Hermione Granger" Voldemort continued.
He tried to determine the boy's thoughts but Harry's face was completely void of any emotions.
But In truth, a million thoughts ran through Harry's head, each more hysterical and puzzling
than the last.
Hermione? HERMIONE? What could he possibly want with that foolish girl? Indeed, her powers may be
strong but not in anyway do they rival his own which certainly meant that Hermione wasn't any
threat to Voldemort. This was absolutely absurd.
"Hermione" Harry said shortly.
Like Voldemort, he paused to think. The wind tore harder, rippling his dark hair and making it
messier than usual.
"What do you wish of me to be done to her?" He inquired finaly.
Voldemort started laughing, the hairs on Harry's skin pricked up. It was that cold, cruel laugh
that was like nails scratching a chalkboard, that laugh that sent goosebumps up your arms.
Harry's breath quickened a little. Not that, that girl meant anything to him but she WAS one of
his childhood friends. Anyway, he didn't like the way Voldemort was laughing. Somehow, more....
cruel than usual.....
"My lord, please......" Harry said. "I await your command"
Voldemort's laughed trailed off and he said with menace.
"I want the girl dead"

~*~*~*~*~

Harry Potter was no fool. He knew that any means of sputtering or protesting would be begging for
punishment or even death.....
"You want the girl dead" Harry repeated.
"That's right" A smile forming on Voldemort's shapeless lips. "Dead"
"Your wish" Harry said calmly.
He paused again, thinking hard.
"Is my command"
A ripple of applause went around the circle of Deatheaters but Voldemort said nothing. Upon
realizing that fact, the applause quickly scattered off.
"Good" Voldemort said shortly. "You have two months to get rid of the girl without exposing
your identity as a Deatheaters. If you do not pass the mission, I will not hesistate in getting
rid of you. Is that understood?"
Harry swallowed hard and nodded. He knew there were going to be complications like that.
But.....what could be so hard in getting rid of Granger? She was a fool even if she was the top
student in their year.
This would be easy.
Hermione Granger will be dead in a few days.

A/N: I'm soooooo sorry that it'z so short but my junior high teachers are doing that 'Let's give
them as much homework as possible until their heads crack game. Again....I apologize but I
promise that my next chapter will be much, much longer.