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Lorraine looked to the back of the class, where the four boys were sitting. They looked so happy. Why did she have to kill them?

When Sirius looked in her direction, she quickly turned back to look at the professor, pretending that she hadn't been staring at them.

Sirius was definitely used to people staring at him though. He was the most good looking guy in Hogwarts, and even when he was messed up, he still looked damn hot. If he fell off of his broom, and landed face first in the dirt, he would still look great.

But despite how good Black looked, she never liked him that much. She never really knew why though. He just wasn't… her type.

The bell rang, and she grabbed her bag. She rushed out of the classroom, because dinner was next and she was starving.

It was Friday afternoon now. Lorraine decided that if she was going to kill them, it would have to be on a Friday. Nobody would notice that they weren't in classes until that Monday, and by then, it was possible to hide all evidence.

Lorraine walked down to the Great Hall. It's been 6 years and 5 days, and everything stilled seemed new. She had grown up in what she thought was a muggle family. Her father didn't even tell her that she was part of a pureblood magic family until she managed to steal the Hogwarts letter from him.

When she went to Hogwarts, everything became different and her childish thoughts all vanished away. She met new people, did new things, and was cared for by different people. Well, nobody really did care for her.

Every summer she would go back home to her empty town and face another horrible two months away from school. Her father would treat her nicely, but she knew the truth. He thought that she didn't remember but she did. She remembered too well.

When she was little, she wasn't shy at all and always found the good inside. She spent her days looking for the silver lining. When she was two years old, the town was still full of people, and she was friends with most of the little kids there. As she grew up, she watched the town get emptier and emptier until it was so empty that she knew all the people living there.

Lorraine sat at the Gryffindor table next to Cameron and Cameron's friends. She was looking down at the table as she ate a piece of burnt toast. Normally, she wouldn't sit around, feeling sorry for herself, but now everything was different. She was working for the dark side and everything was different now.

She tapped her fingers on the table boredly. "The life of a girl who messed up badly." She said to herself quietly.

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Lorraine almost slept through the weekend. She didn't think that much when she didn't have classes, so when she woke up on Saturday morning just before lunch, she was no longer feeling sorry for herself.

After lunch, she did her homework, then went to dinner, and then went back to her dormitory and straight to sleep. The tattoo on her left arm wasn't hurting anymore, so it was getting easier to stop thinking about it.

Sunday was the same thing, and even though there was this memory of the past week tattooed on her arm, Lorraine managed to have a show a smile every once in a while.

A memory in the form of a skull,
Life is starting to get dull.
It may take a while,
But I can manage a smile.
A memory in the form of a tattoo,
And a mission to kill a crew.

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About two weeks later, the tattoo started burning again, so just like on the first day of school, she ran all the way off of the grounds, and then disappeared. She appeared at the graveyard again. This time there were seven people there, all wearing identical cloaks.

Feeling very different in her school uniform and Gryffindor scarf, Lorraine just stood there. Most of the Death Eaters were probably Slytherin and definitely didn't like Gryffindor. "You haven't killed them yet." Voldemort said in his usual scary voice.

Lorraine opened her mouth to speak but remembered that she wasn't allowed to talk back to him. She kept just standing there silently.

"You have 3 months."

Lorraine kept her thoughts out of her mind. She was sure that he could read minds, so now she never felt safe anywhere around this Dark Lord… What was she saying? Who would feel safe around somebody who calls himself the Dark Lord, even if he didn't read minds?

Lorraine appeared back at Hogwarts. She ran across the grounds and inside. On the way to the common room, she passed James and Sirius, people who would be dead in three months if everything went well… or not well.

Three months left,
And I'm growing strong,
Ninety days left,
But it feels so wrong.
They'll be dead soon,
And my heart will be too.
It'll be a Friday afternoon,
And I don't know what to do.
Poor people,
Gonna die,
But I don't care anymore.
'Cause I won't cry.
So save me,
Help me,
The Dark Lord is controlling me.
I hope he's not,
I hate this plot,
And I hope I don't get caught.
I want to leave now,
I want to go back,
I need to leave now,
I need to go back,
Memories surrounding me,
And I'm losing my ability to write poetry.

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That night, Lorraine couldn't fall asleep. She lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling. She had 3 months to kill those six people, and not only did she not want to, but she also had no idea how to.

She closed her eyes, and blackness was everywhere. "I need to fall asleep…" She said to herself.

After laying there for what seemed like hours, she finally drifted to sleep.

She was running, running. It was dark and the grounds of Hogwarts were empty. She was screaming, screaming. Blood was on her hands. She was still screaming and running when she passed the lake, the pumpkin patch. She kept running, through the forbidden forest. Then a light came. A black light. She was floating up to the black light, then a face, a face she could not recognize. A handsome face… The face of Sirius Black. And then darkness.

Then there was a voice. A voice as if it were real. It said, "If you gain their trust, you will be able to kill them."

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A/N:

Do you like it? I don't know why, but I do. One fanfiction that I'm actually proud of, which is also the fanfiction that nobody wants to read or review. I need to know what you like and what you don't so all my future fanfictions can be BETTER! You people are really dropping my self esteem!