Married To A Death Eater

This is the personal diary and memories of Celeste DeVour. Alias name Liz Carigan. Age of 15; 5th year under cover at Hogwarts…begin mission in the summer…July 1st.

For the last 300 days I've been married into the Malfoy Family. Sent in undercover to expose the dark secrets that lie within the Family Heir. My mission; find the filth; bring it to headquarters and move on. But it got tricky. They say never let your feelings get in the way. But what do you do when they find their way there; deep in my mind, my heart, my system? I was so deep that even death couldn't break it.

Mission Folder:
Good day Miss DeVour. Your mission is set in Sliven, Bulgaria and London, England. The address given to you on the plane will lead you to your destination for night one. We have given you all the funding for this mission. Clothes, Transportation, Power, and most of all the Money. Your partner David Stein will be with you all the time through the Radio Set put in the earrings you will wear.

Mission for night one:
The O Riley's are holding a party. You are to accompany David, under the Alias of Liz and David, being your father in this step, Dimitri. Please follow the instructions when you get to your Headquarters situated in Sliven, Bulgaria. You will then have the ability, with help from the UK Ministry to transfer back and forth from both cities by Apparation.

Landing in London

The landing was smooth, but still unexpected. They don't figure to say if we are landing or not.

I am now on my way to the meeting point at the Hilton is Sliven Bulgaria where I must pick up my essentials.

"Miss Devour I presume?" A man said to me as I stepped off the train.

"Yes." I said. "Are you my ride to Ely?" I said smiling.

"Yes Miss Devour. The Ministry is waiting for you." He bowed at me like I was some Goddess; then again I noticed his accent, his charm and knew he was part of the religion outside Milacron…a small village outside of the Amazon that I had worked on two years ago with my fellow partner Leon Cairns.

"Good. I need to get there as soon as possible."

I stepped into the small Mercedes and we sped off. The next thing I knew we were in Ely. I paid the man, though he refused and stepped into the small alley that led to the Ministry Check IN. I walked in, unknowing of my surroundings like usual, when I saw the man I had to see; Bailey Carver, Head of the Spy Department of International travels.

"Miss DeVour. Pleasure to meet you. I've read your work, and its marvelous." He said as we walked quickly to the Department of Justice.

"Thank You Mr. Carver, but I need to get to Sliven Bulgaria in two hours and still have time to brief with my new partner about the plans tonight." I said giving him the look I gave every worried, excited, fan of mine.
"Yes. Of course. We have everything you need. We are sending in three of our best with you. Our make up artist; Cathy, for everything to cover identities; wigs, eyes, everything. And our little gadget maker; Marshall. He will give you everything you need and our easy bugging man, Chester Malkin. They will help you and your partner get through this mission alive; not that you need any help eh Miss DeVour?" He said excitedly opening the door to the small Sneak Apparation Room set up for the Secret Aparationers.

"Thank you Mr. Carver. I'll hope to see your workers in, how about in one hour." I said walking onto the platform as the doors shut and I apparated myself to the small Headquarters in Sliven.

Headquarters in Sliven, Bulgaria

I sat, briefing with my partner David, when the three arrived. I of course grabbed the dress I was wearing for the Party tonight, put it on and we started right away. Hair was of course the big thing. They needed to get it situated that it wouldn't get in the way if anything went wrong, and the jewelry I wore had to be bugged with everything that could protect me.

"This here is a bugging ring…see I even made it look like a bug, see it's a ladybug." He pointed at is excitedly. I smiled of course at the fun of being the brains of it all. It was almost adorable, though he was about ten years older than me.

"How do you work it?" I asked only being polite. But what can I say; this man by the name of Marshall had spunk for his job.

"You just put it on and whenever you want to release a bug, you push the matching bracelet here," he pointed to a small red ruby, " and push it down and it will release and plant the bug firmly to it. You'd most likely want to put it on the arm of a couch or the back of someone's suit to catch voice signals on our recording system. But this is the most important thing, the necklace. It has the explosives." He said taking it out of a velvet box carefully.

"What?" I said a bit afraid of carrying C4 around my neck the whole night.

"Don't worry. It'll only go off if you want it to. That's the only way it will go off." He put the necklace around my neck and rested it properly on me. "Now you are beautiful, bugged, and ready to blow things up all in one set." He folded his arms and smiled in happiness.

"Thanks Marshall." I said smiling at the sparkling jewels around my neck, wrist and finger. " And David here?" I asked.

"He gets the Platinum cuff holders with the poison in them and the bug ring, which I might add a history." We stared at him confused. " You're supposed to ask what the History is…anyway, it is supposed to be the last heirloom from your wife and your mother." He clapped his hands. "Now I am Finis!" He sat down and let Chester walk to us. He store down at me and then up at David.

"Hopefully those bugging devices will work. I mean, they are nice, but are they dependable?" He said looking at Marshall.

"Of course they are. I made them carefully." Marshall said a bit nervous.

"Well, we don't want our dear Miss DeVour's head blowing up." He said starting to sound like a bully.

"I'll be fine Mr. Malkin. I think that Marshall here has developed something very nice." I said smiling at Marshall. He smiled in relief. "Is there anything else you might want to say?" I said a bit cockishly since the power I have is so high above them.

" No Miss. That is all." Chester sat down a couple chairs away from us.

"My turn! Now, I was thinking we could darken your eyes to give you the more noticeable look. So you can get the Malfoy son to come to you automatically." She said kneeling down next to me and starting to apply it to my face.

"This isn't a date." David said.

"It's fine. Her idea is well worth the two minutes of less briefing." I said smiling at him. He almost reminded me of my last partner Leon. He died in action at the New Jersey Sting we had for illegal shipping of ancient artifacts. Some cult thinking they could take over the world with a rock painted blue.

"Miss DeVour? Miss DeVour?" David said tapping my shoulder.

"Huh, oh, I was thinking about something. Are we done?" I asked wiping my eye of a forming tear.

"Yes. We need to leave now. Remember your Alias Name. Liz Carigan." He held my hand as it sat up from the chair. "We will enter promptly at 8:00 sharp. That is when we are told to go. A Ministry Worker killed your mother, Tallulah in 1995. I am a new dealer for drug and prostitution. You address me as father and we'll be hooked up by these earpieces…this way we can talk to each other." He handed me a small pincher that I stuck in my ear and gasped at the pain when I connected it.

"Okay." I said still wincing at the pain.

Arrival at the O Riley's House

It was 7:59 and we both walked into the small hallway leading to the Ball Room three doors down. We began to talk quietly.

"We will meet at the check point in the park two blocks away after the party is over." We then walked into the Ball Room where many people stood chatting, I looked around and when I turned I saw David was gone. I then whispered to him through the earpiece.

"Disappearing acts aren't always part of a good plan." I said looking for any Malfoy.

"Yes, but I've spotted Mr. O' Riley. I'm going radio silent now, talk to you when I'm back on." The line went dead and I was alone in the crowded room looking everywhere. My shoulder was then grabbed and I was almost whirled around in a blur of black sash from my dress.

"Who are you?" The blonde haired boy said. His eyes staring me down, or so he thought. It was of course my duty to be assigned to him. He was my prey in this long mission.

"Carigan, Liz Carigan." I said holding my hand out. He took it and kissed it slowly, making my heart race with anticipation, but for what?

"May I interest you in a glass of wine? Champagne?" He said taking my hand softly and pulling me to a bar.

"Fifteen and a drinker. I'd thought I'd never find one like you." I said smiling mischievously.

"Do you not drink?" He asked pulling me close; so close I could feel his breath on my neck.

"Fix me some Vodka and Orange Juice and you'll be a Saint." I said almost surprising him.

"Screwdriver…nice and strong…much like yourself?" He said telling the bartender and turning to talk to me.

"Much. But every girl has a dark side." I said smiling as I grabbed the drink by his shoulder, barely touching him. He breathed in, but didn't release till I was far away.

"I hope so." He said taking his glass of Champagne. "What's your parents business with the O' Riley's?"

"My father. My mother is dead." I said trying my best to act sorrowful. He bought. I even tricked myself into believing it.

"Sorry. If you want we can go talk in a much quieter place?" He said taking me to a small parlor, probably one of many.

We sat down on a sofa in front of a fireplace. He sat close, but not to close.

"My father is a drug lord if you want to say." I said rolling my eyes like it was the lamest thing in the world.

"Lord Voldemort loves prostitutes. He loves the scent of women begging for money and drugs. Guess its part of the dark world we live in. I haven't become a Death Eater yet." I was surprised at him being so open with me. He hadn't even introduced himself yet, though I knew he was.

"Dark world, yes. But I want to learn about you." I said acting drunken and leaning towards him. "You haven't even told me your name."

"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. But you would know. Every Drug Lord has his contacts. My dad will probably become one of them with your father. But you knew I was fifteen. How?" He said.

Caught!

"You look fifteen, so I guessed. Very accurate I guess." I said putting my hand on his arm. "So, tell me about you in general." He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me towards him. "I'm a fifth year at Hogwarts and adored by many girls." He said putting his hand down my side.

I felt uncomfortable, but my stomach felt like butterflies just sprung to life, while my head burst with thoughts. Then he kissed me. I went blank momentarily, but gathered myself in the invent I might of liked it. Never having a boyfriend, or even a friend was hard. Work got in the way all the time. Of course I had friends, but they weren't unrelated to work.

"Stop." I said pulling away.

"Is something bothering you?" He said dropping his glass, shattering on the stone floor.

"I, I wasn't expecting that." I said getting up.

"I thought you were drunk." He said towering above me.

"Well, yes and no. But it takes much to knock me out." I said walking to the door.

"Wait!" He said putting his hand over the door and making me back several inches from him. "I don't want to frighten you." He said coming towards me.

"I'm not frightened." I said staring him down a bit.

"I just wanted to talk. Just talk. That's all." He said going to the small bar at the other side of the room. "Anything to drink?" He asked pouring himself a Brandy.

"Any Wine?" I needed to drown out some feeling that boy lay into me.

"Yes. What kind? Red or White? They have Peach also." He said turning to look at me. My stomach turned at his gaze. He gave me a head rush, and I felt like I was nowhere near Earth.

"Peach please." I said sitting at the couch again.

"Here you go." He said handing me a almost full glass. "Sorry about kissing you. I wouldn't have taken advantage of you, it's just- I've been alone for a while. Only my mother to talk to and this Parkinson girl. You're the first interested to hear what I had to say and not, well, stare blankly and fall into me." Fall into him? "I really like talking to someone not all wrapped up into my every word." Oh.

"Never hurts to be asked what you think." I said taking a sip of the wine. It was strong, but not as strong as the Whisky I shot down in Iceland last month with the locals for information.

"I think you and I will become very good friends." He said brushing a strand of hair hanging lustfully on my face.

I smiled and drank the rest of my wine, and he walked me out to the Ball Room.

"Care to dance?" He asked taking me into his arms.

"I-I can't." I said afraid I'd blow my cover since I was almost drunk.

"Of course you can. I'll help you." He took me closely into his arms and held on to me as we danced slowly turning. I felt so secure…Damn.

Check Point

"Did you find anything out?" David asked.

"No. He wasn't up to talking about anything important then about him lonesome self. I think it was quite like myself." I said a bit out of character.

"No attaching." He said sternly.

"Oh I know." I said smiling remembering the dance we shared. "We should get back to Headquarters." I said spinning as he walked in front of me.

My Bedroom

I lay my dress in its carrying case and slipped it into the turning closet. I took the jewelry off and went and gave it to Marshall.

"How was it?" He asked putting it in a container.

"It was, great." I said smiling.

"I wanted to thank you about my necklace. I think that it was great. It looked great on you." He said smiling.

"How old are you?" I said interested.

"Huh?" He said looking up from his papers a bit worried.

"Just interested, that's all." I said smiling at him.

"Eighteen, nineteen next week." He said. I was surprised. He looked so much older than I would of ever thought.

"Would have never guessed." I said patting him on the back. "Goodnight Marshall. See you in the Morning." I said yawning.

I walked into my room and saw the small purse I had at the ball. I went over to it to get my make up out, and found a little note inside. It was from Draco!


Dear Liz,
I had fun tonight. I hope that you and I will see more of each other. I hope to hear from you.
Thanks for a good time,
Draco Malfoy

"Oh my God." I said dropping the note. "God, I think I-"

"What?" David said walking in.

"Don't you know how to knock?" I said picking up the note and sticking it back into my purse.

"Yes, what happened tonight?" He asked stepping towards me.

"Nothing. I had a couple…drinks." I laughed uncomfortably, knowing what was coming my way, but was surprised.

"Did what you had to do, huh?" He said raising his eyebrows.

"Huh- Eww- no! David!" I pushed him out of the door, while he laughed, and slammed it shut locking it and diving into my bed. "What a peeve!" I screamed into my pillow, slightly smiling. At least my partner was funny…sick, but funny.

I went to bed that night thinking about Draco, and that dance we shared. How he held me so close. How he talked to me. How he touched me. My face. My hands. My breath begged for him, but I had to stand my ground. I was a Spy for the US and UK Ministry. I couldn't disobey the rules…or could I?

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