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Liz sucked in a sharp breath, and then coughed at a cologne attack. Morna pushed outward blindly. "Where are we?" She demanded, furious for letting this happened.

Liz took another shuttering breath, taking a shaky step away from the boy in front of her. "What happened?" She looked hurt and scared, like she had been tricked by a close friend, instead of a perfect stranger. "What's going on?"

Morna coughed, feeling gritty and dirty. She wiped a hand over her skin, coming away with a silvery powder that clung to her skin and shimmered like moonlight. "What the fuck is this? Fairy dust?" As she attempted to shake it out of her hair. Blondie and Dark-hair stared at her oddly.

"What is that?" Blondie asked oddly.

"That's what I asked you! You're the one got it on me when you… did… whatever you did… Where are we?" She sounded cross. Liz nodded, like 'yea, where'.

The girls glanced around the dimly lit room they found themselves in, feeling slightly overwhelmed. Morna's eyes narrowed and she hissed out, "Wizard."

Both boys looked ready do jump out their skins, Blondie made a took a step towards Morna. He didn't get very far. In the blink of an eye, she had reached across her stomach and pulled a black Beretta out of her hip holster, "You so much as twitch, pretty boy, and I'll blow that pretty face right off."

Liz looked between annoyed and scared, "Morna, don't. We don't know what this means, give them a chance to explain."

Morna ignored her, "Wands out and on the floor. Kick them over here."

Both boys gave her a calculating look. "One twitch. I don't care what your magic can do. They'll have a hard time finding your brains after I pull this trigger."

Dark-hair raised an eyebrow, "We're not tying to hurt you."

"All the same. Wands down and over here, NOW!"

Liz frowned, "Morna. At least tell me what they've done wrong. I don't get it."

Morna waited till the wands were at her feet. "Were in a dim room, ion god knows where, with two vampiric wizards, who we don't know anything about. So, at the moment, better safe then sorry."

Liz frowned, "Well are you going to let them explain themselves."

She glanced down to check the wands, "Yes." The looked at the surprised boys, "Well?"

Dark-hair blinked, "How… how did… What?"

"Your not doing a very good job of explaining."

Blondie took over, "If you must know. We live in Malfoy Manor. Which is where we. We didn't lie. You are where we said we'd take you." He still had a 'holy-shit' look on his face.

Hair-had recovered, he stared at Liz as he talked, sensing she'd be the one to get Morna to put the gun down. "We never planned to hurt you. As you so quickly assumed," Glancing at Morna, "In any case, what sort of proof would you like?"

Just then, Lucius himself walked in, "What in Merlin's name is going on in here?"

Morna didn't even twitch, though both Blondie and Dark-hair flinched, and Liz jumped, "Lucius Malfoy?"

"Indeed, kindly don't train that… thing… on my son." Morna put the gun back in it's hostler, but she still had the look of a predator waiting.

Dark-hair muttered calmly, "Accio wand," Blondie did the same as Morna looked on with an odd expression.

Liz's eyes were as wide as saucers, "What's going on?"

Morna, having successfully assessed the situation, returned to the task of scraping the silvery dust from her body.

Lucius frowned, "Would anyone like to tell me how you all met?"

Morna chuckled, "There's a funny story behind that, Liz? 'Cuz now's probably not a good time to bring up the vampire thing."

"Oh, I get it now. So that's what you meant…"

"Yeah."

"But what's with the magic… Is it magic?"

"No, it's allusions fucking with your mind, you've gone insane."

Lucius cut in, "How do you know all this?"

Morna smiled mirthlessly, "I read a lot."

"That still doesn't explain how you know them."

"Who?"

"My seeming reckless son and nephew," he glared at them coldly.

Blondie looked defiant, "Father, we could have protected ourselves easily. They're just muggles."

Lucius looked angry, "Muggles indeed, this is the assassin I just hired."

Morna curled her fingers into a mocking wave. The boys looked even more shocked. Liz smiled cheerfully, "So where should we put our bags?"

Morna scowled, "We're not staying here?"

Liz pouted, "Why not."

"Room and board were not included. Besides, you know we already bought a place."

Lucius smiled coldly, "Then let me show you out. As soon as you meet the head of this operation, then you're free to leave."

Liz giggled, "Oo, hi-tech terms." Morna snorted. Lucius walked calmly down the hall, and out into closed off court yard. The hall was exquisitely designed and seemed oddly familiar to both girls. Out in the large courtyard were large group of masked hooded figures. Most of them seemed to be men, judging by their stance. They were all circling around one particularly commanding figure. The head honcho, presumably. He seemed to glance towards them, "Ah Lucius, I see you have Draco and Josh with you. But who are the other two?" His voice sounded almost suspicious.

Lucius bowed his head slightly, in respect to the other man. "This girl," he pointed to Morna, "Is the assassin we ordered." He fidgeted, "If you remember, Sir, we specifically ordered a muggle. To throw off the Order. They will not be expecting guns to come into play, I should think."

The masked man hissed angrily, "I remember, you fool. I am no forgetful coot."

Lucius bowed low, "of course, My Lord."

Morna watched this interaction with intense care to detail, though her face remained collected. The phrase, 'The best way to judge a man is how he treats those inferior to him…' came to her mind.

The man in the center stared Morna up and down, then glanced at Liz, who shivered, but raised her head and gave an endearing smile, "and the smaller one?" Liz raised an eyebrow, and it took all her effort not to comment.

Lucius bowed again, "The sister, My Lord, she is indifferent to the situation." Liz bit back her point of just how indifferent she was. Snobs. Instead, she took as step back, knowing that Morna would not be happy if she interfered.

The so called Lord stared at Morna, as if he was evaluating her. "Do you have experience with magical existence?"

Morna signed, "You could say that." Liz stared at her in shock. When was this? Morna continued, "Look, do you need a show of skill, some do. If you don't need anything, I would like to get to my apartment." The words were polite, but there was a distinct note of edge in her voice.

Lord Voldemort did not reply, he strode towards her, and walked around her, she didn't even tighten her stance. "Can you fight off a dementor? It is only stoppable by a certain spell. If you even know what a dementor is."

Morna smirked at his cold tone, "Yes, I know what it is, and magic is not the only way to bring it down."

Voldemort turned abruptly, and beckoned a masked man forward. He whispered something to the man, who walked out of the room abruptly. Voldemort gave a cold laugh, "We'll see just how cocky you are."

Morna still didn't move. A dementor floated into the room, insuring immediate effects. The Death Eaters walked to the edges of the room, keep as much distance between themselves and the creature as possible. Liz fled towards the door as it swept past her, holding back tears as horrible memories flooded her brain. Voldemort seemed unaffected and stared at Morna, who was equally unaffected.

The creature went straight towards Morna. She pulled her gun back out, a cold, calm look on her face. She shot, again and again. Bangs penetrated the room as bullets hit the dementor repeatedly, right in the head. The dementor kept coming.

Morna used her other hand to pull out a second gun, and began shooting where the creature's heart would have been. After what seemed like forever, the monstrosity went down. Morna continued to shoot until she ran out of bullets, the spun the guns in her hands, and pushed them back in place. The room took on an eerie silence. The dementor was gone, leaving behind the rags that had floated sinisterly around it. Finally, Voldemort spoke, "You have certainly proven yourself." He turned to the Death Eaters, who were whispering amongst themselves, "SILENCE! You have three weeks to get the job done, any time after that and I am no longer obliged to pay the rest of the payment. Until then," he handed her a sack of coins. She pulled one out and rolled her eyes.

"Gallons, figures. I will contact you when the job is complete." With this, she walked confidently towards the door, grabbed a shell-shocked Liz by the arm, and left.

THERE! THAT IS THE CHAPTER! I am sooooooooo sorry it took so long for this to get updated, I had a serious case of writer's block. I mean, it was BAD. Anywhoo, hope you like it! Thanks to FF! You rules!