((Hey, it's your author again! This is my least favorite chapter, I think, I played around with it, and it's still just not right! If you have any suggestions(or a vote of confidence for it, my friends at school are the reason I didn't scrap it entirely, and I you kind of need it…to show how Maeve reacts to Lord V. and the others…) So anyway, your help on this chapter would be GREATLY appreciated! Also, if anyone has a better idea for a title (I hate titles, always the worst part! I cant have a good title til I'm done, but that might not be for a while) I'd love for title ideas! Thanks, hope you like it!))

Chapter 5: Mission Impossible

Some of the older Death Eaters scoffed at the idea of a 15 year old witch becoming one of them, but she quickly showed them that she was not someone to piss off. After turning a couple into literal examples of dick-heads and asses, she not only earned a reputation for having a big, and only slightly sick, sense of humor, but she had also been accepted by almost everyone. She did things with her wand that none of them had seen before, and whispers were spread about her being the one to continue the mission someday. All too soon she was ready to become a full-fledged Death Eater.

During the weeks of initiation, she kept in touch with Dumbledore once a week, every Wed. night, the same time, the same way. So Dumbledore was surprised to find her pacing around his office late one night when he came back from the kitchen with a late night snack. She was not in disguise at all. Her brown curls were arranged haphazard sly around her head, and her blue-green eyes told him there was a problem.

"What's wrong?" he asked, immediately alarmed.

"They want to initiate me!" she cried.

"Wasn't that part of the plan?" he asked, sitting down with his cookies and milk.

"But they are going to REALLY initiate me, with the Dark Mark!"

"Oh, that's all?"

"That's all?! I don't want that ugly thing on me FOREVER, and something tells me there is no temporary tattoo that comes off with a little alcohol! And he'll be able to track it, won't he? So he can some after me…" her normal sense of cool had been lost a while ago, it seemed.

"Yes, but there is a loop hole. When you change your appearance, you also change the way you act, and you become, in a sense, Lux, a totally different person. The placing of the Dark Mark will only affect you as Lux. It is a tricky spell, and it will not affect you when you are yourself or in any other disguises," Dumbledore said, calm as always.

"So go through with it then?"

"Go through with it."

Voldemort himself presented Lux with her Death Eater robes and mask the very next night, at midnight, of course. He murmured the curse that burned the burned the Dark Mark into Lux's skin forever. The pain was like a wild fire, shooting up her arm, but she bit it back. This pleased Voldemort, most of the others had screamed. Everything about her pleased him. From the way she hummed about the old mansion, cleaning it up a bit and making it livable, to the way she poked a stick at him by calling him names and disrespecting him. While he would have killed any other Death Eater for doing half of what she did, something about this dark little beauty and her bold ways made him keep her. She certainly intrigued him. And she knew it. That was part of the plan, to turn on the charm, for she was somehow distantly related to the veelas, and have him let her into his inner circle, so she could pass on information. But unfortunately, Maeve had no idea how deeply she had charmed Lord V.

"You know the others are talking, Lux." Bella said, cornering her in the little garden out back one cloudy day.

"About what?" she asked innocently.

"Oh, don't you dare play innocent with me. You would have to be blind not to notice the way he looks at you, the way he talks about you!" Bella hissed, "He's attracted to you! And you have done nothing to discourage it!"

"No…he's not…he can't be…If he is, it's his own fault! I didn't do anything to encourage it, either, I just thought he liked me, thought I was funny…"

"Then you aren't as clever as you, or he, thinks you are. You should have known the Dark Lord doesn't keep friends. And it's very rare that he keeps a lover. Why do you think you get away with everything you do? Announcing him when he enters a room, calling him Lord V, or Voldie when you are adventurous. All the millions of things you do that would normally drive him nuts! You are crazy, not to fear him. And that attracts him. This is a dangerous position, Lux, very, very dangerous. He doesn't know what to do with you. He had a girl once, but she tried to stop him one night…foolish woman. The longer you sit around here, the more he notices you, your beauty, and your laugh, just you! And what if he tries something? What are you going to say? No? You couldn't say no, he'd kill you..."

"Stop, please, Bella, stop it! I get it, alright, just, leave me al…" Maeve was cut off in the middle of her sentence by a sharp, familiar voice.

"Is everything alright, ladies?" said Lord V.

"Everything is fine, Master, just talking with young Lux!" said Bella nervously.

"What's up, Lord V? What brings you into our lovely little patch of green?"

"Actually, I was looking for you. I need to talk with you, Lux, come." He turned and walked back to the house, which didn't look as dank and musty as it did before Maeve showed up. She had dusted and scrubbed for days, and it still smelled a little musty.

Maeve caught a glimmer of fear on Bella's face before she hurried off after Lord V. He walked into the parlor, where she had first met him.

"Lux, we need to find a job for you. Yes, it's lovely to have you around here," He brushed a finger along a now dustless side table, "Adding your woman's touch to the place. But now that you're done with training and such, I have a mission. I want you to go to Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts?!" she asked, trying to stay calm.

"Yes, Hogwarts. I want you to keep an eye on things there, mainly Potter and his friends. Do you accept?"

Maeve knew it wasn't a question. The way he fingered his wand gave her no choice but to nod.

"Good! Term starts September 1st. Your supplies are in your room. You will pretend to be an American exchange student. That's all, I suggest you go get packed," Voldemort smiled at her. He obviously thought this was some honor. Maeve had the most awful feeling it was all going to back fire for her. How was she supposed to spy for the good side and for the bad guys?!