Sorry for the delay, my loves! There was a Harry Potter marathon on and then a Twilight marathon so needless to say, I was not near my laptop all weekend to edit. ALSO, you guys left EIGHT reviews?! You're all truly amazing! You definitely deserve these eight chapters! Enjoy and buckle up as I'll be releasing two chapters a day for the next few days so I don't overwhelm you all ;)

Draco POV

Waking up, I stretch and my fingertips fall on cold sheets on the other side of the bed. My eyes open up in panic when I don't feel Briar next to me before I feel weight at the end of the bed. Turning my head to my right, I see her sitting at the edge with her legs curled up under her as she reads the letters I got from Molly. I can't see her face, but I can hear her giggles at some parts of the letter where Molly detailed her day to day life to try and get me to laugh at the hilarity that is the Weasley kids.

"Good morning," I whisper. I see her shoulder tense a little as she turns her head to look at me over her shoulder. She gives me a small smile before she stands to place the pile of letters on my desk before taking a seat back at the end of the bed to face me. Her eyes are stuck on her hands. I watch her play with her fingers nervously and realize I don't know if she's still mad at me for being a Death Eater or not. I couldn't exactly run it by her when she was in a coma, but I'm not ignorant enough to think she was going to be happy about my being one when…if…she woke up.

Taking a deep breath, I sit up more and push my body back so my shoulders are pressed against the wall behind my bed. I see her eyes flicker up to mine before flitting back to her hands. I can feel myself getting frustrated by her silence, but I try to push it down knowing how hard it was to hear about my aunt having a part in her parent's murder. I wait for her to say something first. I watch her shoulders rise a few times to say something before she chooses to stay quiet at the last second. This goes on another three times before her mouth opens and she starts to speak.

"I can't say I'm not mad at you because I'm still furious you became a Death Eater," she breathes," but I get that you think it will keep us safe so I'll support your decision to be one. I just don't want to lose you to him." My ears perk up as she keeps talking and I have to stop myself from interrupting, sensing she isn't done yet. "While I was training, Snape told me all about how easy it is to lose yourself when you're fearful of your life. He showed me what he had to do to get the Dark Lord to trust him…" She trails off and I think of my task given to me by the Dark Lord.

"Bry…" I trail off and her eyes meet mine finally. I see her eyebrows crease slightly at my tone until her eyes widen.

"He already gave you a task, didn't he?" I nod my head dejectedly.

"Snape has been assigned to me to help if I need assistance in…executing the task," I say thinking about how accurate that word describes the entire situation. I watch her eyes narrow slightly when I don't immediately give her answers. I gulp in nervousness at her look.

"What is it?" I stay silent and run my fingers through my hair in frustration while looking anywhere, but her. She scoffs causing me to glance back to her eyes that are now very angry. "What? You're just going to lie to my face and keep me in the dark about your tasks for Voldemort?" My eyes widen at her use of the name.

"Don't say…" She cuts me off and stands abruptly so she can pace the floor while growling at me.

"I don't fear him orhis name, Draco! Don't you get it?! I'm not scared of him because Snape trained me to fight him! My task is to kill him with Harry so don't tell me not to say that son of a bitch's name. All I care about is you and you're going to lie to me instead of keeping me in the loop? Is that really your game plan because I can tell you right now, that's really not going to work for me." She stands still and glares at me as her last words are almost a growl.

I let the new information sink in that she has a task to fight the Dark Lord with Potter. The first thing I feel is jealousy, but just as quickly as I feel that, I feel pure, unfiltered fear. The Dark Lord is the most powerful dark wizard there is and Briar and Potter are going to fight him and hopefully kill him? I know Snape has been training Briar, but he thinks she is powerful enough to vanquish the Dark Lord? I make a mental note to speak to him the next time I see him which will be a little later before moving to her next point.

What is my game plan? I was assigned to kill Dumbledore who is much more powerful than me. Even with Snape's help, I have no clue how to even begin to brainstorm his demise. Especially because I don't want to kill him. Maybe I can get someone else to do it, but in a way that leads back to me so my hands stay relatively clean? Storing that away to solve later, I come to the most important question and thought I had since Briar finished speaking.

Who gave her that task? Without even knowing it, my eyes had fallen to my hands that were clasped together in a tight grip. Releasing my hands from their death grip on each other, I look up and see Briar has sat down at the end of the bed again with her back to me and her head in her hands. My throat constricts when I see her shoulders shake and hear her sniffle. I can't lie to her about my task.

Come here. At my mental request, she turns to face me, but stays at the end of the bed. She won't look me in the eyes.

"Who gave you that task, Briar?" She sniffles and still refuses to meet my eyes. She wipes a tear from her cheek before answering.

"Dumbledore. Second year," she whispers. "I told you about what happened with Ginny in the Chamber of Secrets. He thought that as a seer, I could help Harry defeat Voldemort by watching his movements. As I got older and strong, I developed more abilities which reinforced my usefulness to Harry," she finishes as her voice gives off a somewhat bitter tone towards the end about her "usefulness" as she put it. My hand runs through my hair harshly in frustration. The man that gave her a task is now my task.

"I have to kill Dumbledore," I breathe out barely above a whisper. I would think she didn't heard me if I couldn't see her face morph into disgust and horror. I look down unable to look her in the eyes. We're both silent as we let that information seep in before I feel the bed moving as she shifts a little closer to me. She has only moved a few inches forward, but I can see the determination on her face and I can't tell if that's a good or bad thing.

"No," she says. I look up in shock and am about to tell her I have to or the Dark Lord will kill me, but she holds her hand up to stop me. "You don't have to kill Dumbledore." She pauses a few seconds and I take the opportunity to butt in.

"I have to. I know you're not happy about the task and neither am I, but if he finds out I didn't follow his task…" She cuts me off with her hand now back in her lap.

"No, you don't have to kill Dumbledore," she repeats and I just stare at her dumbfounded and frustrated that she doesn't seem to understand that I have no say in this. Her saying I don't have to kill him doesn't change the fact that I need to in order to protect the both of us.

"There's no way to go against him, Briar! I have to kill him!" I stare at her defiantly, daring her to tell me I have a choice in this at all. She shakes her head no and places her hand on my quilt covered leg closest to her.

"We have to kill Dumbledore," she states in a whispered voice. Finally, the sentence she just uttered reaches my brain. Shaking my head to clear the fog of confusion that just set in, I meet her eyes with my mouth slightly ajar.

"WHAT?!"