Nikita went back to Derick's house, went to her room, and ploped herself onto her bed. She pounded the bed with her fist and then kicked it. After rooling over, she screamed into her pillow.

"Is everything alright, duckie?" Mrs. DiAngelo asked.

"I'll be fine. I just want some alone time right now. Thank you for asking," Nikita said, turning her head towards Mrs. DiAngelo so that she could hear what Nikita was saying.

"Alright then. If you would like to finish your lunch, it's sitting in the refrigerator." Mrs. DiAngelo gave her a confused look and closed the door behind her as she left.

Nikita didn't get up. She burried her face back into the pillow and tried to sleep, but couldn't. Too many things were racing through her mind.

'Why am I a Death Eater?' she thought to herself. 'why is he calling me? what will happen if I don't go? Will Derick, Mom, and Dad be hurt in any wayy? Do I tell them what's going on?'

All of a sudden, there was a hand on her back. She screamed bloody murder.

"Shh. It's alright. It's only me, sweetie." Derick helped her sit up and hugged her. "it's O.K. I won't let anything happen to you."

"I'm hapy it's you,"she sighed.

"Who did you think I was?" he asked.

"Somone you probably don't know. He goes by Lord Voldmort. He was a very powerful dark wizard."

"I think I've heard of him. He was supposed to have killed a lot of people when we were little. But it's said that he is dead."

"Well, he's not. He's still alive, and becoming very strong again. He has followers, and I'm one of them."

"What?" he asked in total shock.

"I didn't want to believe it either. I didn't know I was one until today. You remember that tatoo I showed you a long time ago?" Derick nodded. "Well, it's not a tatoo. It's a scar, or also a mark, that was placed on me when I was a baby. I didn't drop my fork at lunch just because my arm was sore. I dropped it because of this scar."

"What does it mean when it burns?"

"It burns when he wants us to go to him. It burns also when he plans to take some kind of action, I believe. We are supposed to go straight to him, only I didn't. I went straight to the headmaster of my school, and he told me not to worry about it."

"Dinner's ready," Mrs. DiAngelo called.

"Come on. Don't worry about that now. Let's get something to eat."

"I'm not hungry." She plopped back down on her bed.

"Come on. Eat a little something. I don't know what you had for breakfast, but you barely touched your lunch before you jolted out of here." He pulled her up and she unwillingly went to the table to eat.

Nikita barely talked druing dinner. She more or less grunted every time she could when she was spoken to. She also didn't eat much. Her food was a mountianous blob when she was done. She even rejected her favorite dessert, chocolate cheesecake.

After dinner was over, Nikita went back to her room and laid there, motionless. A little later, there were two cracks ath the end of her bed.

"Nikita?" said a male voice.

"Yes, Fred?" Nikita turned over and sat up.

"Harry has sent us to get you. He says he needs your help."

"Why?"

"He didn't tell us," George said. "He's at our house now." Just as george finished speakin, Derick came in.

"Who are these two?" he asked.

"I'll explain later. I need to go see Harry." and at that, Nikita, Fred, and George Apparated to the Burrow.