A/N : ok so I'm finally typing up chapter three, which is a miracle for me in itself because I have actually gotten past chapter three, now all I have to do is type up the chapters I have (which is five by the way) oh yeah… ok now to the actual story.

Chapter 3: Assignments

The dungeons were dank and smelled like rancid milk. And the potions teacher had an attitude to match.

Professor Snape, I knew, was one of my father's Deatheaters, one that had lost my father's trust even before I was born. Therefore, he had no idea that I even exsisted.

Although I knew all about him, even seen him at almost all my father's parties. A true genius at brewing potions, though.

The class filed in, and took their seats. It was Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw this year, two houses that weren't at the top of Snape's "things to loath" list. But not on the bottom either.

Snape swooped down the aisle to his desk at the front of the room, his robes swirling around him. His dark eyes narrowed at the site of us.

"As sixth years each of you is required to create a working potion."

He seemed disgusted by the prospect of 6th years creating potions.

"You will separate yourselves into groups of four, and turn your assignment in on the last day before Christmas break."

Snape turned and began writing his requirements for the potion on the chalkboard, while each of us scribbled themonto a piece of scratch parchment.

When he finished he turned back around and said, " Separate into your groups and get to work."

Pulling up a chair beside me Lyric asked, "So what do you guys want to do?"

"Let's do something that will blow up!" Ivor announced with a maniacal twinkle flickering in his eyes.

Snape looked up from his desk with a death glare. "I can assure you, Mr. Sullivan, if I receive a potion that causes something to explode, I will not only make you your group's first class demonstration, I will also fail you."

"Guess homemade cherry bombs and stink bombs are out of the question then," Lyric sighed.

"Nah, not out of the question, more like an extracurricular activity. You know, just as side job."

"No we really do need something better than that anyway." Lyric said with a thoughtful look on his face.

A sudden idea hit me and I searched my bag to find my journal. "Bloody hell." I murmured only loud enough for the group to hear.

"What?"

"Nothing I just had some things in my journal that might have helped, but I left it in the room. I will have to show them to you tonight."

"You can't, D.A.'s tonight and Harry still has to induct you."

" You are joining D.A. right?"

I nodded, " Don't I have to pass a test or something?"

They all shrugged their shoulders.

"Talk to Harry, he's like the president or whatever," Lyric suggested," You can talk to him when we go to lunch."

"Wait I thought D. A. meetings were only on Tuesday and Thursday, why is there on tonight?"

"Tonight is induction night.'

Snape looked up from his desk. "I do believe I haven given you an assignment, on that does not involve D.A., induction night, or a certain Gryffindor."

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While Jadyn and the other's sat down to eat I made my way to the Gryffindor table.

Potter sat with his back to the rest of the hall, talking to a redheaded boy and a girl with brown hair, both of which who wore prefect badges.

But before I made it to the table, Potter turned and stared, his friends turning to see who was coming.

"I was told to talk to you about joining D.A.?"A flicker of understanding passed through the three's eyes.

Potter turned to the girl beside him. "Hermione, do you have the sign up forms the Headmaster told us to give out?" She nodded and turned back around to shuffle through a large bag she had on the table.

While I waited I asked, "So exactly what do I have to do to join? I mean, I got a letter from the Headmaster that mentioned the Room of Requirement and an initiation or something like that."

Potter simply smiled, more like smirked, and handed me a sign-up form. "Meet me at 6:00 in front of the Great Hall, and you will see exactly what you have to do."

The boy beside Potter, whom I later learned to be his best friend Ron Weasley smiled too, while the girl, Granger, rolled her eyes at the two.

Turning to walk away, I heard Weasley say something about how he couldn't wait for initiations to start, but whatever he said after that was lost to me because of the large burst of laughter that came from Ivor and the sound of my friends calling to me from their seats on the other side of the hall.

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6:00 came around faster than I expectedafter Transfiguration class, and I soon found myself standing in front of the Great Hall with three other people. Two first years and a Hufflepuff 6th year along with Potter and his friends.

Weasley checked the time and nodded to Potter to say it was time to begin.

"Ok let us get started," the dark haired wizard said as he took four envelopes from Granger. "Inside each of these envelopes is a clue to the location of the Room of Requirement. However, before I give them to you, you must make it through a series of tests. After which you can use the remaining time to find the Room of Requirement. If you can pass all three tests and make it the Room in an hour, you're in."

Granger motioned for the two first years to go with her while I and the Hufflepuff followed Weasley and Potter. Separating at the far end of the room, I followed Potter to a door on the right.

"I will follow you in but once you are in I can not help you. I can only watch." I nodded to say I understood, then readied myself as he opened the door.

"Expelliarmus!"

Tuck. Roll left. Up, find source.

It was like I was back at home. My father standing back to watch as one of my drillmasters drilled me through one lesson after another. The facade I had donned all those years ago of indifference slipped easily into place as I searched out my target.

A suit of armor stood on the other side of the room, a wand at ready in his gauntleted hand.

"Densaugeo!"

Big teeth? It tried to curse me with big teeth? If this is how Potter thought my father would be beaten he was lying to himself. But then again it made me a little curious that if this was Potter's idea of a hard test, then why had my father not been able to exterminate him thus far?

"Expelliramus."

The curse rebounded from my wand throwing the armor's curse into the wall. Although I could see that the suit was not giving up. It quickly threw a bat-boogey hex.

Again I deflected the it's attempt with "Expelliramus." But before it could strike at me again, I cast Wingardium Leviosa, throwing the suit into a stone wall. Now it was nothing more than a pile of rickety metal, and all I had used were first year spells.

One down, two to go.

The second room was surprisingly silent…and empty. Regardless of appearance, I entered cautiously. Looking for any sign of a trap, I crossed to the wooden door on the other side of the room.

Locked. "Alhomora!" Still locked.

I looked back at Potter, who merely watched me with curiosity, and returned to the door.

Two locks, one extremely large with a hole I could see through while the other was extremely small. It was obvious to me that I was meant to unlock both locks, but other than Potter, me, and the torches lighting the room, it was empty.

Oh how easy it would have been to use an unforgivable to blast away the door, but I couldn't.

An idea came to me as I looked around the room and I took the torch by the door out of it's rack. With a flick of my wand and a few words I had a key. One that was large and wooden but a key that fit the top lock of the door.

Now to find something small enough to fit the little lock. Cloth would be to flimsy and there was nothing in my pockets. It was then I noticed the small splinter in the door. It worked perfectly.

I opened the door and noticed Potter's smile as I did. From out of nowhere something flung itself at me.

I barely had time to register what was happening, and pushed the thing with all my might, backing away a few steps.

When I looked up to find the attacker, I saw something so unexpected that I stumbled backwards onto the stone floor.

My mother lay on her stomach, blood running down her battered face. Her eyes, still tinted with the Avada Kedavra, stared into my own red eyes.

I shook my head, telling myself it could not be real. But nonetheless I backed away from her into a corner, feeling every bit the small child I had been when I first saw her death. I tried closing my eyes against what I saw before me, but then the memory played through my mind.

My father opening the door, him beating her while I huddled in the corner. In the back of my mind I heard Potter gasp. I knew this was another test, and what was in front of me was a boggart, but no matter what I told myself, I couldn't change her.

There was a part of me that wanted to run to her, touch her just one more time. It was an overpowering feeling that tried to overtake me. But the realization of what she was held me back. Although none of these thoughts could make me change the boggart, I couldn't get rid of the only way I could see my mother. Regardless of how horrible it was, at least she was there.

I looked at her through blurred eyes filled with silent tears and tried to blink them back to no avail. She reached for me with bloodied fingers, pleading for me to come to her. Then the image flickered.

All at once she was a black veiled dementor.

"Riddikulus." Potter shouted, and the dementor began to dance wildly around the room.

I watched but did not see. In a matter of moments, the boggart was defeated and Potter was in front of me. I felt his stare on the back of my neck, felt his hand reach down and pull me to my feet.

It took me a few moments to regain my composure and quite a few more before I could look the other boy in the eye.

"Are you ok?" he asked. I eyed him a moment , trying to discern his thoughts before I nodded.

The silence drew itself out, giving me time to adjust.

"Who was she?" The hesitance in his voice was obvious.

My mind raced for a lie to cover it, but the truth rolled off my tongue before I could think of one. "My mother." Silently I berated myself. This could blow my cover.

"He made you watch didn't he? While he…"

"My eyes shot up from the floor to Potter who was watching my face. How could he know that Voldemort had killed…My memory. It had played itself over with the boggart and Potter had seen it all.

"Yeah." I said looking back at the floor. My father would kill me. How many times had he told me never to show a weakness? How many?

"That makes to of us."

What? What was that supposed to mean? Two of us?

"He killed my mum while I watched too…Right after he killed my dad." A pained look but angry look came over his features as he said it. His eyes took on a glazed look staring off into space a few moments before he shook it off.

"Guess that means we have something in common." Potter said when he finally turned back to me. I nodded my agreement.

He sighed. "Right well it's getting close to 7:00 and you still have to find the Room of Requirement." He shoved the envelope into my hand.

"But I did not get rid of the boggart."

Potter gave me a wry smile, "No one can fight the image of their dying mother and make it funny. Not unless they were extremely perverse or totally insane. So in my opinion you're in… Now you better get going or you will be late."

I did not know what to say. This was the boy I was supposed to kill. He was my enemy, and through this one gesture, my friend.

No I could not think like that, he wasn't a friend. He was a target, one that knew a weakness. That was all! What was I thinking?

Task at hand, I opened the envelope and got to work. Once I found the room, I could use the club as a source of information as well as a way to get closer to the enemy.

Finding the actual Room of Requirement turned out to be a little harder than I had thought but, I was still there before all the other inductees.

When I walked into the room I realized there were already quite a few people waiting, my friends included.

The induction ceremony itself was quite short with the signing of some papers that said I'd keep my mouth shut about what we did in the club to nonmembers on pain of hex. And then it was just a big party to celebrate from there.

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A/N: Ok I don't know if any of you thought that was a very cut off ending but I thought it was. So sorry. Anywayz it's getting late and I need to study for a quiz in my precal class so later.