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Confusion,
Hunger,
Tears,
Pain.
To make her day the worst,
All she needed was rain.

Just as Lorraine thought up that poem in her head, she disappeared and reappeared in a dark, cold graveyard.

There were four other people there. One standing by a grave and the other three standing in a circle 2 meters around him. All of the people were wearing cloaks with their hoods up. Lorraine began to think that she was in the wrong place, but then one of the three people in the circle motioned for her to come closer.

"Lorraine DeAmico. 17 years old. Black hair. Brown eyes. Has a constant feeling of being small and invisible. Has a dead mother, and a father who doesn't care much for her, but is kind to her. Joined the Death Eaters this morning." Said the person in the middle.

Death Eaters? Is that what they called themselves? "Listen, I really don't know what I'm supposed to do and I really gotta get back to Hogwarts so-"

"SILENCE!" He said loudly. "You do not talk back to the Dark Lord. You do not disobey the Dark Lord. You do not betray the Dark Lord… Unless, of course, you want to die."

She nodded slowly.

"There is an organization against the Dark Lord. It is called the Order of the Phoenix. Several members of the Order go to your school. Your job is…" He laughed coldly. "To kill them."

Lorraine gulped. What had she gotten herself into? She obviously hadn't killed anybody in her life. Please, no….

"You have doubts in your mind and have never killed anybody before. You're scared. You're also wondering who the people are."

How did he know this stuff?

"Their names…" He said. "Are Evans, Potter, Black, Pettigrew, Meadowes, and Lupin."

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Lorraine sat on her bed in her dormitory, thinking about what had happened half an hour ago. So, this Voldemort guy, who called himself the Dark Lord, wanted her to kill five of the most popular people in her school and, according to Cameron, the most popular girl in the 6th year. How was she supposed to do that? They were always surrounded by their groups of friends. There was no way she could do that without someone figuring her out.

And what was the point anyway? The 'Dark Lord' seemed pretty evil, and she didn't really want to kill some of the only people trying to stop him. In fact, she would probably be willing to join this Order of the Phoenix. And what if he was lying? What if the Marauders, Dorcas Meadowes and Lily Evans weren't in this 'Order'?

She went down to the bathroom and grabbed a piece of paper towel. She wet it, then walked back to her bed and closed the curtains around it. She rolled up her sleeve and put the wet paper towel on the tattoo. She supposed that it would help it stop hurting but it didn't help at all.

She's falling deep down,
Wishing she were gone,
Serving to the crown,
Trying to be strong.
Her left arm full of pain,
Her head full of anger,
Innocent dragon to be slain,
Wishing she were stronger.
Tears falling quickly,
Sobs behind curtains,
A tattoo on her arm,
She's confused,
And she's uncertain.

Lorraine looked down at her hands. Tears were falling out of her eyes now. Not only was she scared to do anything that bad, but also she was scared that she would fail, and be killed by Voldemort, or she would be caught and be sent to Azkaban by the Ministry. She would get in even more trouble because she was in this willingly.

A few knocks came from the door, and Lorraine rolled down her sleeve, hopping off of her bed and walking over to the door. "Hello?"

It was Cameron. "Hey."

"What's up?"

"I was wondering where you were during the feast."

"Talking to McGonagall." She said quietly. "About stuff."

"You missed the sorting for that? This is your last year you could've seen the sorting, and you missed it for that?"

"Well." She said. She still could've made the sorting if it weren't for the Death Eater meeting.

"Good night Lorraine Miranda DeAmico."

"Good night Cameron Geraldine Simons."

"We have the worst names." Cameron laughed.

"I agree. Bye."

"Bye."

Lorraine closed the door and walked back to her bed. The red curtains were still closed around it, like she usually kept them. She loved privacy, seeing as the other 4 girls in the dormitory were nosy. She was friends with them, but wasn't really part of their group of friends.

She crawled under the curtains and onto her bed, rolling up her left sleeve again. How was she going to kill them? So what if she somehow managed to get them into an empty room? How would she be able to kill them? Avada Kedavra was the killing curse, but if she did that she would be sure to get caught. No, she would have to do it the muggle way.

Lorraine reached under her bed and pulled out a pair of pajamas. After changing, she still just sat on her bed. How would she ever be able to kill them without them fighting back? How was she supposed to do it alone? It would be six people who knew the best ways to defend themselves against one girl who only had a knife.

Hat was all she would be to them. Some girl with a knife. No threat, no danger. They would treat it like a joke. Dorcas would just stare at her like she was crazy. Lily would just stand there. The Marauders would burst out laughing.

No threat,
No danger,
Just a girl with a knife.
Laughter,
Grins,
Saying that I have no life.
But they'll be wrong,
They'll die,
I don't know how,
And I don't know why,
But when I'm done,
When I'm through,
They'll be the ones,
The ones with no life.

Somewhere in the castle, Lupin, Black, Potter and Pettigrew were probably thinking up a prank, thinking of every possibility to make it the best yet, but they had no idea that at the same moment, a girl they never noticed was plotting to kill them. Somewhere in the castle Lily Evans was probably doing homework, thinking about the correct answer to the question, but she had no idea that at the same moment, a girl that she had never noticed was plotting to kill her.

Somewhere in the castle Dorcas Meadowes was probably… Well Lorraine didn't really know what Dorcas would probably be doing but she was sure that she also had no idea that at the same moment a girl that she had never heard of was plotting to destroy her, to shred her into pieces, to stab a knife into her.

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A/N:

Did you like it? I hope you did! But anyway… Er… I know some people read this but don't review. If you're one of those people, PLEASE review, so I know that somebody is actually reading… And to reply to evahyoung's review, I will say:

She didn't become a Death Eater on the train, but on the way to Kings' Cross. So no it wasn't a student. Sorry that it wasn't clear. There was supposed to be a break in between the two parts, and it didn't work... And Lorraine really isn't stupid, but just scared. Picture a 17 year old girl walking, and somebody whispers to her to come, and she goes out of curiosity and then the guy asked her if she knows who Voldemort, and she truthfully says yes, and then he asks her if she wants to work for him, and she is about to say no, but he puts the Dark Mark on her arm and then there's nothing she could do... And she becomes a Death Eater at the beginning, because if I started the story earlier, it would have been very booooring because Lorraine's life was pretty much boring before that. Thanks for reviewing!

BYE EVERYONE!