Why would Malfoy want us to know that it was him? Did he want us to track him down? Did he want us to seek our revenge on him? Unless it was a trick. But what if it wasn't? What if it wasn't Malfoy but a trick. How could we tell?
So many questions and the only one who could answer them was Malfoy. I hated him for all this trouble, but I needed information. I needed to know what was going on. I needed to know who to send an auror after. I needed to know.
So I made a choice. I had to do something and this was the only way. I decided to find to find him. I decided to risk my life by trying to track down a dangerous death eater. I would go alone. No use losing someone else I love. I would travel solo. I had to leave. It was just something that had to be done.
I needed to leave by the cover of night. It was getting late so I began to get ready. I took a shower and put on a pair of faded jeans and a light green halter top. I knew that I would need a disguise. I cover. I could not have the entire world pointing out who I was. I changed my hair to blond and my eyes to a baby blue. I changed my face so that I looked like a blond Hermione Granger. I didn't like it, but we must change many things for the people we care about.
I waited for everyone to go to bed and fall asleep before I left the bathroom. No one could see me or my disguise would not look. When the house was silent, I opened the door and silently crept out of the room, down the stairs, and out the front door. The cold night air hit me in one icy blast.
"Damn," I said, "I should have brought a jacket."
I quickly made my way over the hill where I saw Malfoy enter and leave in my dream. When I got to the top of the hill, I saw a strange looking bottle in the very middle of the hill. A portkey. Malfoy must have left it. I formed a plan and slowly, timidly, walked over and touched the portkey. I felt like someone had put a hook in my navel and yanked me upward.
I felt like I was being compressed on all sizes like I was being squeezed through a very small hole. I closed my eyes and waited for it to stop. When I opened my eyes I found myself standing in the middle of a large room. It was elaborately furnished with black and silver furnishings. It looked like the home of a rich Slytherine. Malfoy.
"Who are you?" I voice called. I searched around the room for the origin of the voice but I did not find a person to match the voice. I decided not to answer the voice until it revealed itself.
"Who are you?" The voice called again, a little louder. I stayed quiet and stopped moving. Suddenly I heard the same voice in my head, "Who are you?" I closed my mind as to not let out the truth.
"Have it your way." The voice told me and the person emerged from the shadows. It had been hiding behind a curtain. I could make out its figure. Well built, taller than me, and it smelled like cheep cologne. It could only be one person. It could only be Malfoy.
"Who are you?" Malfoy said again. I made sure that my mind was still closed before replying.
"Who are you?" I said, throwing my voice so that it was much higher.
"My name is Draco Malfoy. Who are you?"
"My name is Katherine Weber," I said. I made up the name off the top of my head. I should have planned to answer those questions ahead of time.
"Are you a witch?"
"Are you a bastard?"
"No. I mean, do you posses magical powers," Malfoy said, correcting himself.
"Yes. I'm guessing you are a wizard. Congratulations."
"I suggest you loose the attitude. I'm a death eater and I could easily kill you."
"Do it."
Malfoy's face contorted. His threat was meant to be nothing more than a threat. I needed to stay in control of this situation. I needed information and if I was dead, I would not be able to do what I needed to.