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Secrecy defined him, solace ignored him, followers rejoiced him, enemies denied him. But you? You did all of the above, but one emotion in particular was radiating off of you in his general direction and that was confusion. You must have misunderstood him, simple as that.

"You're joking right?" you asked him, now beginning to laugh. He had seriously scared you for a couple minutes. The Dark Lord was never one to joke and you knew this for a fact, but the thought that he had just been merely pulling your leg made it seem slightly plausible. But then you were left with the fact that the Dark Lord was more likely to literally pull your leg off than be joking around. This thought was not comforting in the least. You mouth was beginning to feel like plaster, and it was hard to swallow. You opened your mouth to say something but all that came out was hot air. You closed your mouth and tried to open it once more but you were still left speechless which was something that was relatiely hard to do, seeing as though you were Raine -- witty and catty to the bone. When you were about ready to try speaking for the third time, he spoke instead.

"No, you should know by now that I..dont... joke. You will be leaving in two weeks, September the first so I expect you to be ready at 8 o clock that morning. You will travel with Lucius and his son Draco and the Parkinson girl to the Kings Cross Station. Am I clear?" he said, never letting his eyes drop from the fire.

"I'm afriad you arent being clear, my Lord" You said as politely and as servile as you could, hoping the cracks in your voice were not evident of the fear and confusion you felt. "I dont understand why you are sending me there... is this punishment for Diagon Alley? Please sir, don't do this!" you pleaded, starting to get desperate.

"Ah Raine, do you think I would subject you to that fool, Dumbledore's. teaching for nothing? No no, this is all part of a grand scheme. You will go to Hogwarts this year and 'learn'. Since you already know everything, and then some, in the area of the Dark Arts, you will be watching something very closely for me. Very closely indeed."

"Dont say it..."

"Harry Potter... he slipped through my grasp mere months ago in the Department of Mysteries. Not only did he get away but now the whole wizarding world knows of my rebirth! He has ruined me yet again... but this time, no, we will have someone on the inside.. deep within 'the safest place'... Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" He let out a mirthless laugh.. one that you had heard so many times but still cringed whenever you heard it.

"But why me?" you asked him truthfully, for you couldn't fathom why on Earth you had to be submitted to such torture as to going there and watching that piece of scum.

"Why? Well think Raine, who else would I choose, Draco, Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, Artemis, Sahvana... they all already go to Hogwarts, you are the only one who has remained here. Plus, you can be molded, since noone yet knows of your existence, you can be anything I want you to be... anything at all. You have no last name, you have no parents, you have nothing, no life. Your past has defined you up until now, because the future seems bleak does it not?" he asked you quietly.

"Yes. But how am I supposed to just go to Hogwarts... I cant just show up and start going to classes when I didn't start there from year one. Have you thought that out yet? Because I honestly have no idea how I'm going to be able to show up and be like 'Hey Dumbledore, my boss wants to destroy your entire school but... can I go to school here?' I dont even have a last name.." you trailed off lamely.

"Ah, but that is where you are mistaken. You do have a last name... Miss Parkinson."

"What? I don't understand."

"You are now Miss Parkinson's sister, you have attended Durmstrang for the past 5 years, but with the war approaching your mother thought it best for you to be at Hogwarts because of... Dumbledore..." he said the last word with disdain. "You have been going to Durmstrang because you favored the location and to earn a reputable existance there while Miss Pansy Parkinson earned one at Hogwarts, however now your mother saw it fitting to wait until the war is over for such matters. Which beleive me when I say, it will be over soon."

"Do you really think Dumbledore will buy that?"

"As a matter of fact, I do, the old loon will beleive anything, mudblood and halfbreeds alike. If he does sense something is amiss, we can pull you out before he knows anything of true importance."

"Genius sir, even if I do have to be the one with these unpleasantries, but at least I get my feet in the water, no?"

"Yes, we shall discuss this matter further tomorrow, this coversation has taken a toll on me...leave me"

"Yes sir..." And with that you left quietly as to not alert anyone, particularly Malfoy (either of them), to your presense.

You were respectful, mindful, polite and all other things you should have been whilst in the room with him. However, now that you were in the sanctity of your room, you cast a silencing spell on your door and screamed and thrashed about. Picking up a black gleaming lamp, you chucked it as hard as you could where it smashed against the wall into innumerable shards and fell onto the floor gleaming with the light the moonlight cast through your one window. Angry sobs of protest would have been heard from your room all night had the silencing charm not been there. The lamp was fixed with a simple flick of your wand and everything else you had broken lay where it once was.. in one piece; unbeknownst to anyone else that they had once been severely torn and broken, a secret that lay undiscovered.

Betty walked in around 9 asking you what kind of breakfast you wanted served that day. Instead of answering you picked up the newly put-together lamp and bashed her head with it causing her to topple out of sight near the foot of your bed on top of the re-broken shards of black glass. Even knocking Betty out did very little to improve your mood. You thought, perhaps, that it was all a nightmare... but the memories were far too real to be but a dream. Your suspisions that the Dark Lord sending you to Hogwarts was just an illusion were smashed when he asked you to meet up with him around noon. He explained how you would take note of anything that seemed of importance in what Harry or his friends did. Even if the things seemed strangely unimportant, you would report to Draco or Miss Parkinson who will relay it to Lucius, who will relay it to the Dark Lord. This is how the Dark Lord planned on finding another weakness of Harry's to use to his ultimate destruction in the very near future.

"You could bring pride to your name" he had said... but you thought that if you had the choice between dying and going toHogwarts, death seemed like a sweet release for a moment. But you decided that he would probably find some way of bringing you back to life just to kill you again for doing something like that. You were trapped. If you didn't do it, you would die; if you followed through with it, you would end up in a place full of the people you hated the most and would surely die after a while anyway. Life for a little while seemed like the best option because if you pulled through, miraculously, you would be awarded and praised for years to come, people would hail you as well as the Dark Lord for aiding in the untimely death of the almighty boy-who-would-not-die. You were now resigned to your fate. The Dark Lord had Mrs. Parkinson, Patricia -- Pansy's mother,send a letter to Dumbledore explaining all about her eldest daughter, a mere 10 months older than Pansy, which made her in the same grade as Pansy. The very detailed letter was sent on the 22nd, and Dumbledore's letter came back a mere 2 days later signed saying that it woud be splendid if more children made their journey through Hogwarts in this tragic time of.. blah blah blah, and list of the things you would need for 6th year students. The point was, you were going to Hogwarts to spy on the one and only Harry James Potter, and there was nothing you could do about it. As soon as you found anything the was of importance to him, you would be discharged from that cruel world and back with the people that you hated, but not as much.

On the 29th of August, Draco came strolling into your room looking smug as always, carrying bags of things that he got from Diagon Alley. They didn't trust you to be in Diagon alley again what with the disruption you caused the last time you were there. You were concerned that once Harry, Hermione, and Ron saw you at Hogwarts, they would go straight to Dumbledore and tell them that you were the girl that attacked him in Diagon Alley, but the Dark Lord explained that Potter probably had a short term memory or was still mourning the 'tragic' loss of his godfather, Sirius Black, to notice the face of his attacker. You could only hope. Malfoy made it obvious how all the things he had gotten you were for 6th years but that he himself had gotten things far more advanced.. yada yada; you knew it was all talk. The only thing he could not get for you was a wand, but that was okay since you already had one... but he still explained had to be there in person to get a wand that was made for you. After all it is the wand that chooses the person, not the other way around - he continued explaining this even though you; A. already knew and B. Already had a wand. The Dark Lord had a man named Avery explain to you that a foreign wand maker from Albania would be coming to inspect your wand just in case of malfuctions and such, he couldn't be having some man named Ollivander examining it, what with the Dark Magic that surely surrounded it.

On August 31st, the day before you would be leaving with Draco and Pansy to the Kings Cross station, a stout, and rather hairy man made an appearance in the manor. You watched from your doorway with a sneer on your face as he shook hands with Lucius and kissed Narcissa's slender hand. She laughed politely and Lucius's chin twitched. It was almost comical how all of them continued to exchange these plesantries when every single one of them knew they despised each other, save Lucius and Narcissa. The foreign man caught sight of you and motioned you over, you just stared blankly at him... who was he to tell you what to do? But when Lucius pulled his wand very subtly out of his pocked for only you to see, you cringed and walked over, not entirely in your best mood. The man introduced himself as Bashkim Kostandin, who was a very saught after wand maker in Northern Albania. He made you pull out your wand as he inspected it, muttering all the while 'Venom of a Basilisk, 9 inches...' and sent a purple lightning bolt out of the tip and deemed it worthy of use. Thankful to have your own wand back in your possesion, you nodded curtly to the small man, glared at Lucius, and made your way back to your room to continue your packing, cringing everytime you thought of the dreadful place you would be in 24 hours time. One can only hope that you didn't suffer too much whilst you were keeping a watchful eye on the golden trio, after all, what could be worse?

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As for the 6th Harry Potter book, im going to have to make them in 7th year so she's 17 and they're going into 7th year! I'm going to go back and change the other ones when I get the chance, so when they start talking about heads of houses, its fine because they're in 7th year! Also, thanks to all my reviewers! You're what keeps me going... as for disclaimers, its not mine, though if it was I would own a purple hippo. Now, on with the story!

oh wait. also, i wrote this before the 6th book so like...pretend it didnt happen.