"Pansy, Pansy. I think you know, just as well as I do, that you're not going to do anything of the things you just mentioned. Really." Pansy looked on in amazement.

"I really can't understand how you're so calm about this Harry, your not nervous at all!"

"Oh, I'm definitely nervous, I'm just really good at hiding it, and besides I don't think I have enough fingers to count how many encounters I've had with the Dark lord anyway, he's just another person, except more, you know?." Pansy nodded in understanding.

"Well I guess it feels better to know I'm not the only one. Thanks for talking Harry. I really do feel a lot better." Pansy smiled at Harry, and right on cue, Draco walked in.

He took a seat where pansy had previously been sitting and without a word started to open his letter as did Harry. The letter read,

Dear Mr. Potter,

Your Initiation will be tonight. You and your fellow future Deatheaters will meet in Hogsmeade, in the Hog's Head where you will take a portkey to the location. Be there 9 sharp. Do NOT forget your masks.

Instead of being signed with the name Voldemort, his dark mark was singed into the page. Harry smiled at himself. Short and to the point. Just how he liked it. He didn't have time for mindless chitchat. One of the main differences between Lord Voldemort and Dumbledore. Dumbledore never got straight to the point and beat around all the details, which had already roved to be a fatal characteristic to possess.

"Well then, where should I meet everyone?" Harry was the only one not in Slytherin house attending the ceremony, "hopefully I'll be able to sneak out without being noticed. Frankly I don't have any patience left to be bothered right now." he added.

"Well Potter, fathers given me enough invisibility cloaks for all of us...you've got your own right?" Harry nodded. "Good. Anyway, with those we won't have any trouble getting out so meet in the entrance hall at 8:15. That'll give us enough time to get to town and portkey out. Might even get a few minutes. Better early then late with You-Know-Who I suppose."

Later that Night- 8:00

He looked at the clock and deciding it was time, put down his books and walked up the stairs to his empty dorm room. Walking over to his trunk he pulled out his wand, whispered his unlocking charm-a slightly more advanced version of Alohomora- and started rooting through it. He found what he was looking for and draped it over himself. Harry took a quick glance in the full length mirror on the bathroom door, made sure he was completely hidden from view and made his way to the Common Room.

'Perfect timing' he thought to himself. Right as he came down the stairs, Neville and Dean came through the entrance. Now was his chance to get out of the common room. He stealthily made his way across the room, avoiding all objects and people blocking his way. He slipped through the space between the painting and the wall just in time, his skinny frame finally coming in handy for something. "Thank god for fast metabolisms" he whispered to himself, chuckling.

Looking at his watch which read 8:10, he started to run, as he only had 5 minutes to get to the Entrance Hall.

Inside the Entrance Hall-8:20

'Dammit potter!' Draco cursed silently. Couldn't he manage to be on time just once? Draco remembered Harry being late for every single meeting with Voldemort they had. But just then out of thin air, Harry's head appeared. ''Bout Bloody time.'

Draco showed his head too, and whispered loudly "Let's get going. Were already late. What took you so long anyway?"

Harry walked over to them, "Moving Stairs." he said briefly, walking past the group of Slytherin, towards the huge oak doors. Draco silently thanked Salazar for putting his Common Room in the dungeons...where there were no moving staircases.

They silently made their way to the Hog's Head on top of the graveled road. There were about seven of them getting initiated tonight. Lucky number seven.

When they reached the 'OPEN' sign leading into the Hog's Head they all removed their cloaks. Making sure he had his mask, he dug into his pocket to make sure it was still there. It was. Inhaling deeply, he opened the door. He held it open for Draco then looked around while waiting for the others to come in.

"What do you reckon the portkey is Malfoy?" Malfoy continued looking around the filthy pub, shrugging. Draco went over to the counter and waved the man working over.

"'S'cuse me Sir, do you have anything here waiting for us?" he asked as he pointed towards the others. The man said nothing but cocked his head to the right, indicating seven little shot glasses sitting in a row on a table in the far back, out of view from the pub entrance.

Harry watched as Draco asked the Barman then followed his eyes towards the table with the shot glasses. He beckoned to the others to follow him and they headed to the hidden table.

Draco quickly joined them. "Well, here we go." they all picked up a shot glass and all felt the familiar jerk of the portkey.