Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own the Slytherin Quidditch team, or the Slytherin cheerchics. All of the original characters are my own, I own them. *cue evil laugh* So there. Hahaha. You have a problem with that? Tough luck.
This chapter is dedicated to Thalia, my plot bunny tosser. She is the one who helps me with all the ideas in this story. So thanks!
Chapter Two
The Initiation
Kate returned from Kevin's house, exhausted. She felt emotionally drained just from five minutes in the ruin of the Bole's house. How on Earth would she survive tomorrow? The older girls, Morrigun, Akasha and Malice offered to stay with her, and she gratefully accepted. Everyone else has left, leaving Kate's presents by the door and the house sparkling clean.
"Why did this have to happen to Kevin?" cried Kate to Akasha, "How did something so terrible happen to Kevin and his family? Kevin has no family now! And I…I feel so helpless. There's nothing I can do."
"To every action there is an equal and opposite reaction" murmured Morrigun, who was sitting and sketching.
"What does Newton have to do with this?" asked Kate through her tears.
"Kate, you are the brainy one. Think about it. You-Know-Who's actions were horrible, but there will be an action against him just as horrible. You just have to figure out what," said Malice.
What could she do? Thought Kate. It didn't take long for her to figure out what she could do to avenge Kevin and his family.
*****
The next day, Kate went to the hospital. Upon arriving, however, she learned that Kevin was completely unconscious after hearing about his family. She left, with strict instructions to contact her in case he woke up.
Leaving the hospital, Kate wove her way around Diagon Alley until she reached Knockturn Alley. It was easy to go unnoticed here, it was dark and Kate kept her head bent low. She made her way to a bar called The Drunken Warlock and opened the doors.
The bar was an infamous Death Eater hang out, and one of the first places Aurors were sent to get information.
Kate sat at the bar and beckoned the bartender over.
"Where would I be able to get recruited?"
The bartender, whose nametag read "Sam", leaned in. "We don't get many girlies anymore" he said in a smarmy voice, "especially none as pretty as you. But, if you go through that back door, you'll find what you are looking for. Tell them Sam sent you."
Kate thanked Sam and pushed the back door open. Instead of leading outside again, the door opened to a dark room, lit only by candles. Four men sat at a table drinking Ogden's Old Firewhiskey and playing cards. Kate gathered up her Slytherin courage and cleared her throat. The men looked up, their faces hidden in the darkness.
"I'm here to get recruited. Sam sent me."
She heard the scraping of chairs and felt one of the men come up behind her.
"And how do we know you're not a spy?" he hissed in her ear. "Prove to us your loyalty to the Dark Lord, and then we'll talk about recruitment."
"And how do you propose I show my loyalty?" Kate asked, fighting to keep the fear out of her voice.
"Go kill a Muggle" said the man, carelessly, "and bring us back proof of his death. Don't bring back his body, though, that's just nasty."
Kate nodded and was excused. Numbly, she went back through The Drunken Warlock, wove her way through Knockturn and Diagon Alley and floo-ed home. She had two weeks to prove her loyalty to Voldemort, and she had to kill a Muggle.
Sitting at home a few days later, writing, an idea struck her. Would it be possible? It just might work, but she'd need the help of her friends.
*****
"Kate! Come in." Xanne Malloy motioned for her friend to enter the house.
"Hi Xanne. Thanks for having me over on such short notice. Is Harry here?"
Harry appeared at Xanne's shoulder at that moment. His green eyes showed concern for his girlfriend's friend.
Poor Harry. He has had to live through so much death. We all have. Thought Kate sadly.
The three teenagers sat in the Malloy's parlor. Quietly, Kate leaned in and said, "Listen, this is important, what I need to tell you. Can we go to your room?"
Xanne nodded and lead the way to her room.
"What's the deal, Kate?" she asked curiously.
Kate took out of her pocket a tiny object that fit in the palm of her hand. "Enlargio!" The object enlarged to its normal size. An ancient Pensieve was standing in Xanne's room.
"Now, listen closely. Remember the room you used to hide in when we were little? Put this in there. Keep it there, and tell NOBODY about it. I've put some thoughts in there that you and Harry need to listen to after I leave. Got that?"
Xanne and Harry nodded. If they were confused, they didn't show it. After hiding the Pensieve in the room hidden underneath Xanne's closet, Kate left.
Xanne and Harry climbed back into the room. Harry, having some experience with Pensieves, swirled around the silvery substance. Kate's face shimmered in the bowl.
"Xanne, Harry. Obviously, if you are watching this, you are hidden from anyone else. If anyone else finds this Pensieve, I am dead. I trust you two with my life. You know that, right?
"I am about to be initiated in the Death Eaters. I am going to be spying for the Light Side, for Dumbledore. I need to do this, to avenge Kevin's family. Xanne, I'll be initiated after I kill a Muggle. Don't worry; I've got that figured out. I'll be coming to your house to put information about Voldemort in this Pensieve. Pass this information to Dumbledore; he'll know it's from me. Harry, in return, please feed me false information about the Light Side, so I can tell Voldemort and gain his trust. I'll be in contact, and don't tell anyone about what I am doing."
Kate's image flickered in the Pensieve and went out. Xanne and Harry looked at each other, wishing their friend luck.
*****
Kate's next stop was Fallon Anderson's house. After explaining her new role as a spy, and swearing Fallon to secrecy, she explained her dilemma.
"They want me to kill a Muggle, Fallon. I have an idea of how to fake his death, but I'll need your help."
Fallon nodded. "What do you need?"
"Can you make me a Polyjuice Potion, and also a mild Draught of the Living Dead? I'll need it to carry out my plan."
Fallon nodded again. "It takes a month to make the Polyjuice Potion. Luckily, I have some already made. And, as for the Draught of the Living Dead, I'll see what I can do. There might be another potion that will work just as well…"
Kate hugged her friend. "Thanks, Fallon. Can you get me these potions by tomorrow?"
Fallon said that it was possible, and arranged to meet Kate at her house at twelve. Kate left, and went to find Harry again.
*****
"I am here to see Marge Dursley, please."
Nurse Henderson looked up from the tabloid she was reading. A skinny boy with black hair and glasses was standing at the counter with a girl looking haughtily at her.
"And you are?" the nurse inquired.
"I am her nephew, Dudley, and this is my girlfriend Iris." The boy answered, not taking his bright green eyes off her.
"Follow me."
Nurse Henderson led the couple to the terminal patient ward of the hospital. Marge Dursley was in room 3B, a cancer patient. She was hooked up to several tubes, and a monitor was taking her heartbeat.
"You have five minutes" said Henderson sharply, and left the room.
"That was brilliant, Harry. Do you have the scissors?" Kate whispered.
Harry nodded, looking at his aunt. "You know," he said sadly, "I always hated the woman, but I never wished this on her."
Kate looked at him sympathetically. "I know. But things happen, and we have no control over them."
He shook himself, and looked up and smiled. Pulling a pair of small scissors out of his pocket, he cut a section of gray hair from Aunt Marge's head. He put the hairs into a small glass vial and gave it to Kate. Together, they left the hospital, and then went their separate ways.
*****
Fallon arrived at Kate's house at twelve the next day. She dropped off the potions with instructions on how to use them, and after realizing that Kate wasn't going to tell her what she was going to do, left.
Kate carried the two potions carefully into the guest room. Morrigun sat, waiting. The guest room had been charmed to look like a hospital room, with painstaking detail put into the charms.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Morrigun?" Kate asked her friend.
"Positive." She replied with a conviction that left no doubt in Kate's mind.
"Ok. Now, take this potion, you'll be Marge for an hour. Just pretend to be unconscious, and I'll slip you this sleeping potion. Fallon is positive that you will wake up within twenty four hours of taking it."
"Alright. Then, lets do it."
Morrigun shook the hairs into the glass the Polyjuice Potion was held in. She held her nose and drank it in one gulp. Gagging, she lay down. She slowly turned into the sickly looking woman Kate had seen in the hospital. Morrigun/Marge lay in the bed, sleeping. Kate then walked back into the room, giving furtive glances around the room. She slipped the Draught of the Living Dead into Morrigun/Marge's mouth, and then watched the heart monitor she had charmed flat line. She is dead thought Kate. She left the room. An hour later, Morrigun transformed back, still dead asleep.
*****
"You have done well."
Kate was back at The Drunken Warlock, in the back of the bar. She brought along another Pensieve, this time with her memories of killing Marge Dursley in it. To her amazement and unbelievable luck, Marge Dursley actually did die the day after Kate faked her death, of cancer. The obituary was in the Muggle newspapers, and Kate was stunned with her luck.
"Thank you, sir. Am I to be initiated now?" Kate asked to the man, still not knowing his face.
"You have proven your loyalty to me, Katherine LeFay. Hold out your left arm."
Kate did as she was told. By wand light, she finally saw the man's face. Terrible red eyes were set in a flat, white face; Voldemort was leering down at her. She felt a burning on the back of her wrist, and looked down. The Dark Mark was glowing on her wrist now.
"Welcome to the Death Eaters. You have killed one of Harry Potter's relatives, for that, you will be rewarded. You will go about your life normally, but when I call you, you shall come instantly. Go now."
Trembling, she left. Kate LeFay was now a Death Eater.
*****
She sat in a chair at St. Mungo's. Beside her, in a hospital bed, lay Kevin Bole. Her lover, her best friend. He was still unconscious, sleeping. His eyelids fluttered, indicating his unrest. She reached out, brushing his hair out of his eyes. Her sleeve shortened, revealing her wrist. A tattoo of a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth showed up dark against her wrist. "Anything for you." she whispered. And then she stood up, and left.