Ch.7
Andrea winced every time she heard Mrs. Weasley's voice raise another octave. She now sat outside the kitchen, on the stairs, because she could not stand being in the same room as Molly Weasley when she yelled.
"I don't think I've ever seen her so mad." Fred said as he sat down next to Andrea.
"Oh wait a minute, yes we have!" George exclaimed.
"At us!" The twins said together and laughed.
"But it was mostly for just doing things wrong at school." George sighed. "Good times, good times. Although I recall her being very happy with what we did to that Umbridge woman right before we quite school."
"Don't forget when we drove the Ford Angelina to Harry's house and rescued him from those muggles he lived with! She was so mad I swear you could see the steam coming off of her." Fred said matter-of-factly.
"Ah yes, that was fun too!" Fred listened carefully. "I think she's…never mind—she's not done yet. Ouch, I really do feel sorry for Ron and them."
Andrea sighed and shook her head. "Well we all do things we're not supposed to do and we have to pay the consequences." She ran her fingers through her hair. "But then it's partially my fault. I should have changed my appearance, but I let my guard down."
"Hey it's alright Andrea. If Ron, that prat, and Harry and Hermione had not spoken about you—Snape, that slimy git, would not know what you looked like. So, it's their fault as well." Fred patted her on the shoulder.
The three of them sat there quietly for a few minutes. "So Andrea, what's going on between you and my brother?" George asked suddenly.
Andrea looked over at him carefully. "What do you mean?"
"Oh come on Andrea!" Fred exclaimed.
"We've noticed that you and Charlie hang out more now. Usually he just goes about his own business." George grinned at her. "But he's given you special attention."
"I think Charlie is right." Andrea muttered.
"About what?" The twins asked at the same time.
"You guys are nosy!" She laughed at them. "You can't just mind your own business can you?"
Just then the kitchen door opened and Charlie and Bill stepped out of the kitchen. "Wow, she's really mad." Bill muttered.
"Yeah she is. If I knew Mum was going to be like this I would never have contacted her. I would have spoken with them myself." Charlie replied.
"Are you kidding me Charlie? If you had waited she would have found out anyway and then you would have been in trouble as well."
Bill and Charlie turned around. "Oh, hello there. When did you two get here—Fred, George?" Charlie asked.
"Just now. We thought that we would keep Andrea company for a little bit. After all she was sitting out here all alone and we don't relish being in there with Mum yelling her lungs out." Fred shrugged his shoulders.
Andrea began to stand up but leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. "Andrea!" Charlie rushed over to her and grasped her arm, setting her back down on the step. "What's wrong?"
"I…I…" Andrea breathed heavily. "I see."
"You have done well Severus." Voldermort stood over a pensieve and Andrea could see what he saw. There she and Charlie stood, facing Snape. "You have a very keen eye and very good memory Severus. I can study every aspect of her." Voldermort reached his hand towards Andrea's memory self but stopped. "She does look like me doesn't she?"
"Yes Milord—very much." Severus replied. "Now all I need to do is…" There was a knock on the door and he stopped.
"Enter." Voldermort muttered as the door opened. Inside stepped a young man with blonde hair. "Ah, Draco. What is it that you want?"
"I heard of Severus's blunder in letting the girl see him. I would like to take over the job." Draco replied.
"Oh and why is that?" Voldermort's eyes narrowed.
"Because I feel that I can get closer to her than Snape can. She doesn't know me after all and she will be looking for him." Draco grinned evilly at Severus.
"Excellent point Draco—the job is yours." Voldermort turned away from him. "Leave us alone now."
"Yes Milord." Draco nodded and left the room.
"Do you think this wise Lord? Draco is nothing but a boy, not even done with school yet. How will he be able to get this girl, Andrea, who is a year older? And probably stronger?" Severus whispered.
"You question me Severus?" Voldermort said coldly.
"Just curious Lord." Severus replied.
"Draco displeased me by not doing his job before. This will be either his punishment, or his reward. He will both capture her and bring back his honor, or he will die trying." Voldermort looked idly at Snape. "Leave me now."
Snape nodded and left the room. Once again Voldermort looked down at the pensieve. "I will see you soon in the flesh, daughter."
Andrea's eyes snapped open. "Oh my God!"
"What is it Andrea?" Bill asked quietly.
"I saw him—Voldermort." At this the four Weasley boys winced and Andrea ignored them. "He was talking to Severus Snape and he had taken his memory of meeting me. He knows what I look like now." She shuddered and wrapped her arms around herself. "There was another there. A boy about Harry's age I would guess."
"What did he look like?" Charlie asked.
"Blonde hair…Voldermort called him Draco."
"Lucius's son." Fred muttered. "That boy is trouble."
"That boy is in trouble." Andrea corrected. "Voldermort is not pleased with him and he's only letting Draco come after me because he thinks that Draco will die in the process. He said something about Draco displeasing him before."
"He would mean that Draco did not kill Dumbledore." Bill replied. "Harry told us that Draco as good as told Dumbledore that Voldermort told Draco to kill him."
"But you said that Snape killed Dumbledore." Andrea said in confusion.
"Exactly. Draco never got to kill Dumbledore. Snape did it for him." George sighed. "That must have been very disappointing for Draco and for Voldermort."
"I DON'T CARE! YOU SPOKE ABOUT ANDREA OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF A CROWD AND SNAPE, OF ALL PEOPLE, HEARD YOU!" Molly roared and the others outside the kitchen winced.
"Ew, she's almost as bad as that bloody portrait of Sirius's dear departed Mum." Fred groaned.
"Come on Andrea—let's get you upstairs. You like tired." Charlie started to help her up but Andrea waved him away.
"I can get up by myself. Besides, we need to tell everyone what I just saw. We all need to be on the look-out for not only Snape, but Draco as well." Andrea said.
"No, Charlie's right Andrea—you should get some rest. I'll tell Mum and everyone else what you told us." Bill grinned at her. "You really do look…ah…"
"Yeah, don't say it Bill. I know what you're thinking, so I don't need you to say it." Andrea let Charlie begin to lead her upstairs. "Oh and by the way. I think Voldermort is going to be looking for me as well. Before I came back to myself I saw him looking into the pensieve at a memory of me. He said that he would meet me in the flesh soon." She turned and walked with Charlie up to his room.
x.x…X…x.x
"Draco what on earth are you thinking? Do you want to get yourself killed? Who knows what one of them will do to you?" A woman wailed as Draco paced around the room. "This is another way for the Dark Lord to try and get rid of you to teach your father a lesson!"
"Mother!" Draco shouted but she continued to wail. "Narcissa!" At the sound of her name coming from her son's mouth, the woman stopped. "Calm down mother. If the Dark Lord really wanted me dead—he wouldn't have to send me on a suicide mission. He would just have one of the Death Eaters kill me."
Narcissa shook her head. "No he wouldn't Draco. It would be slap in the face to your father if one of them killed you. Can you imagine being killed by one of the Weasleys, that Hermione Granger or—Harry Potter?"
Draco growled, "Don't Mother! I don not need you lecturing! Can you imagine what it would mean for us if I brought this girl to the Dark Lord? I, we, would be honored above all else. I saw what she looked like Mother and she is pretty—very pretty."
"Your Father would not like the way your thoughts are heading Draco." Narcissa said quietly. "You need to stop whatever you're thinking right now. It's not safe, not safe at all."
"Well Father isn't here Mother or have you forgotten that little, bitty detail? Anyway I think he wouldn't mind. Andrea is a pure-blood and she is the daughter of our Dark Lord. What more could he ask for?"
Narcissa shook her head. "But what would the Lord say? Do you really think he would do what you ask?"
"Maybe he will and maybe he won't. I will honor his decision." Draco sniffed. "Besides someone needs to save that girl from those traitors. Can you imagine what would happen if she ended up with one of those Weasleys or Harry Potter?"