Amanda walked out the door to her rooms and into the silent hall. She was wearing something resembling a set of death eater's robes, in fact, they were. She stopped at the door to admire her house symbol. The Egyptian Cobra's eyes flashed a marvelous shade of yellow before quickly changing back to their normal color of glowing red. Amanda smiled a coy smile of hers and huffed the air out of her lungs.
She began to walk down the lonesome, gloomy hall. Soon she was at the gates of Hogwarts. She walked out and Apparated. McGonagall watched from the balcony that once belonged to the greatest Headmaster Hogwarts had every seen as Amanda left for her mission with the order.
Amanda arrived at the Riddle house in little Hangleton. She walked up to Gregory Goyle's father who served as the guard that week. He allowed her into the Death eater's meeting. She took her seat at the back of the room while she waited for the remainder of Voldemort's followers to show their ugly faces. Voldemort walked into the room and the beginning was nigh.
The final death eater made their way into the room and the meeting began.
"On our agenda is the death of not only my young enemy, but of my daughter. You all are familiar of her work as an Auror. She is now teaching at Hogwarts. We get rid of her and we weaken Potter and his friends. She must be eliminated. Crabbe, Bring in the lure."
Crabbe brought in a slender, shabby man, Remus Lupin. Amanda began to panic under her drawn hood.
She began to stand to leave but Voldemort began to speak.
"Amanda will no doubtfully come for her friends. Just as her friend Harry, she can't resist helping someone in trouble." He began to laugh hysterically
Everyone laughed with the king of the rally. He was bending down to talk in some young lady's ear. Amanda concluded that she must be his mistress, his tease. Amanda silently gagged.
Something in Amanda's head clicked and she smirked. 'Can't resist? …Watch me.' She thought
"Now bring out the food and feast my followers, feast! I bring also to you entertainment."
Indeed he had brought them entertainment. There were thirty maybe forty prostitutes entering the room. Each man had one and Voldemort and his right hand man had a total of three each. Amanda turned to the door the hookers had walked through and saw a dozen or so men walk in. They were male prostitutes. Amanda took no pleasure in this but played along as so to look as if she were enjoying herself.
"So you gonna show us that pretty face?" said one man as he past in his leather pants.
"Come on beautiful. Let's see that face."
Harry had finally drifted off to sleep when he began to dream of the meeting. The dream was so vivid. Voldemort had a daughter here. He began to sweat in his sleep. The meeting turned into a prostitute collection and one girl at the meeting strangely looked like Amanda in a Death eater's cloak. Harry was startled into a waking state.
Harry turned to his night stand a retrieved his glasses. He took the invisibility cloak and headed to McGonagall's office for the second time that night.
Harry went up the gargoyle's hidden steps and entered McGonagall's study to find that she was still awake at this hour of the night.
"Harry, what are you doing here in the hour of the night?"
"I had a dream professor. I dreamt that Amanda was at a death eater's meeting with Voldemort and prostitutes and food and everything. Even the plotting of my death and of some girls here at the school."
"Harry, calm down. Yes she is at a meeting tonight. She's pretending to be a death eater as to retrieve information from Voldemort. It is quite alright Harry. She's just doing her duties for the Order."
Harry calmed down and settled himself into a chair. He began to think.
"Voldemort is plotting her death."
"I'm quite aware of the situation. He has been for some time now." Answered the wise woman sitting behind the former headmaster's desk.
Harry felt he was forgetting a rather important detail of his dream but could not remember it.
"Go back to your bed once again, Harry. Get some sleep."
Harry did as told.
"Now that your bellies are all full and your lust properly satisfied, again we will go over the ploy for destroying the order. Malfoy, your in charge of blackmail, Crabbe you and Goyle will assist Malfoy. Parkinson, you will do the forgery, and McNair, I want you to do guard duty for my hideaway. Now over the plan. Malfoy will be in charge of extortion, get new blackmail on some of them. Parkinson, if Malfoy fails or can't be quick enough, you will forge the signatures of the WizenGamot. I need a way into the castle. Now I want you to get the ministry to sign a restraint so Amanda is trapped in the castle. In one month they will be taking the students of Hogwarts out. Then they may leave. Other exceptions are excluded. One week, our plan should be in effect. Two months, we launch our attack."
"Master, should we begin as soon as tonight?" asked Malfoy defiantly
"Yes if it makes it easier for you to retrieve the damned blackmail."
"May we disperse?"
"Did ask for questions?"
"No, my lord."
"Now in two months, Amanda Rose Avira Gabrielle Slytherin shall die!"
Hermoine for once was late for class that day. She didn't want to work with Malfoy much less brew a love potion with him. Professor Frost didn't take points but warned her.
"Class, today we will brew those lovely potions of yours, No pun intended. I hope each team has chosen their potion to brew. Now you may begin."
Everyone was talking and whispering to complete the potion so they could see who would fall in love with whom.
"Professor, where is your fiancé?"
"She couldn't make it. She had to go to work and still wouldn't tell me where that is. Damn Auror business," by the end of the sentence, Professor Frost had begun to talk to himself.
The class was a little disappointed to hear that Jacob's Fiancé was not to come. They were still glad that they were able to make the love potions.
The class steadily worked for the first half of the lesson. Only one group remained incomplete, Hermoine and Malfoy. They had trouble agreeing on which potion to brew. Hermoine wanted an extremely difficult potion called Adoration lurve and Draco wanted a simple draught called Future lovers draught. The name alone was what distinguished the potions.
"Now that everyone has completed, we may begin testing your potions of choice. Mr. Potter, Miss Parkinson If you will, please go first to set a good example."
Pansy was actually smarter than she appeared. The potion came out the way it was meant to. The draught they chose made the receiver of it act out their affection to the ones that were most compatible within a room. Harry was kissing the back of Pavarti's hand while on one knee and Pansy was crawling all over Blaise's desk. Blaise was a little surprised.
"Miss Brown, Mr. Longbottom, you're next."
They chose to use the draught Draco wanted to use. It made the user see only their true love and no one else. Neville saw Pansy and Lavender saw Ron.
"Weasley and Bulstrode, Your turn."
Their potion was the one to back fire and they began to hiss at everyone in the room instead of see their true love like the last team.
"Miss Brown, Mr. Potter, please escort these two to madam Pomfrey and be quick about it. We must continue quickly due to shortness of the class. Mr. Zabini and Miss Patil, please."
Their potion seemed easy. It caused the same thing as Harry and Pansy's potion. Blaise began to paw at Hermoine and Pavarti was going after Neville. Neville was horrorstruck.
The young Professor went down the list and saved the least likely pair last, Hermoine and Draco.
"Please will my remaining students step forward and test your fabulous potion?"
They walked forward and each downed their potion. This particular potion made the receivers kiss the one they truly belong with. To the class's amazement, Hermoine and Draco were snogging in the front of the class. Professor Frost had to break them up after he realized what was happening.
"Now that we are finished with your potions, I need a half foot report on the effects the potion had on you. Go into detail. See you in a week."
Hermoine had lost the color in her face when she showed up at lunch. Ron had to stay in the infirmary. His hair had turned green and his skin appeared to actually crawl.
"Hermoine, you all right."
"What, yeah, I'm fine just a little shaken that I would be Draco's Match."
"I'm worried about that. Have you noticed how he's nice to us now? And how he keeps looking at you. I think he fancies you or something."
"I haven't noticed." She said drown-like
Every minute from then on, Hermoine began to gain color.
The rest of the day was uneventful except for 7th years running by to the infirmary.
Harry had forgotten all about Quidditch for a little while. He had practice that night. He found the snitch a total of thirty-seven times within an hour. But he was captain of the team and had to train the newer people. Ginny had become part of the Quidditch rush. She was a chaser and a damn good one too.
In the distance Harry could see someone flying over the Forbidden forest.
"Keep practicing for a minute."
Harry flew over to the blurring fast person. They slowed down and Harry saw that it was Amanda.
"What are you practicing over here for?"
"Because you already have a seeker."
The snitch Amanda had been looking for had flown past her face and she began to chase it. Harry chased it too and they raced for the golden ball with wings. They charged through the branches of the taller trees and swinging low when the ball went to the ground and charged toward the moon that had risen a few hours ago. Amanda had caught it several times within that time but continued to chase it. Harry realized he had left his team to their own devices and tried to get Amanda's attention. He screamed her name several times until she finally stopped.
"I got to dismiss the team. See you in class Monday."
"Good evening Harry"
Harry let the worn out team go and he left to Gryffindor tower and took his shower and got ready for bed. Before he took his glasses off to sleep he looked out the window and saw Amanda still practicing with the snitch. He took his glasses off and fell into a peaceful sleep.