The light radiating from the sunrise filtered through the window, and on to Haylie Potter's beautiful face.

"Damn it", she muttered realising that she would have to get up. She swung her legs over the bed , and stretched. Haylie looked to see if anyone else in her dorm was up. No not a one. Perfectly understandable since it was 7 a.m. on a Saturday.

Haylie walked over to her vanity and stared into the mirror. Her tousled brown hair and the bags under her piercing green eyes were clearly the evidence left over from the fact that she had not slept very well. She had had the dream again, the one she had been having since she could remember. It never changed. It was always short and terrifying. She closed her eyes as she remembered.

A young Haylie walked along the black lake with a young boy who looked identical to her safe for a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. They were both wearing Grifindor robes and walking down the tower steps. Suddenly a flash of green light seemed to appear seemingly from out of nowhere and hit the boy square in the chest. As he fell to the ground Haylie let out a scream, "HARRY!".

Haylie shook her head and opened her eyes. Harry. Everything about him was so familiar.

'Well it should be, she thought to herself, he's identical to me…but then again, those Griffindor robes, as if I'd be caught dead in a set'

She chuckled softy as she pulled out a pair of robes with the green Slytherin crest from her closet.

As Haylie walked down the stairs linking the dormitories to the common room she could see Draco Malfoy asleep in one of the plush chairs near the fireplace. She made her way over to him, the closer she got, the louder his snoring got. This got a giggle out of Haylie.

'So Casanova snores huh? Pretty sexy..' ,she thought as she rolled her eyes.

She crouched down and brought her mouth close to his hear, "boo", she whispered.

Draco's eyes shot opened as he jumped out of his seat. Then he looked over to Haylie who was now sitting in the chair he has just lept out of. A grin spread upon Draco's face.

"Good morning sweetheart, you weren't trying to take advantage of me while I was asleep were you", he asked with a wink.

"Oh come off it Malfoy, you were snoring in my chair. Also, I'd watch what you say, I don't think Pansy would appreciate me telling her what you were up to last night with Christie Mason …", Haylie threatened playfully.

Draco's face paled as he remembered what had transpired between him and the beautiful blonde Hufflepuff the night before, "You mean you know?".

Haylie cocked an eyebrow, "Oh please Draco, everyone knows".

"MALFOY", Pansy shrieked as she stomped down the stairs.

"Even Pansy", Haylie grinned, "Well, you have some graveling to do, see you at breakfast yeah?".

Haylie couldn't help but laugh at her best friend as she left the Slytherin headquarters, that had to be the twentieth row he had had with his girlfriend this week.

'Poor Drakey-pooh', she thought mockingly referring the nickname Pansy had bestowed upon him.

Haylie walked into the nearly deserted Great Hall and sat down at her usual spot at the Slytherin table. She was loading bacon onto her plate when her boyfriend Theodore dropped down beside her and placed a kiss on her cheek.

"Good morning love", he said as he gazed at her adoringly.

"Good morning Theodore", she said, unwilling to meet his gaze.

Truth be told she didn't love him, at least not as much as he loved her. They had been an on-again off-again couple since their fourth year and now, in their seventh year, they were on again. Haylie tried to be in love with him, she really did, but the spark just wasn't there anymore. She just didn't know how to break things off…for good.

They went on eating breakfast with Theodore occasionally touching her thigh under the table and her pushing his wandering hands away, as she was used to doing.

The Great Hall started to fill up as more and more students were coming down for breakfast. Draco eventually sat down on Haylie's other side. Haylie couldn't help but notice Pansy, who was usually welded to Draco's hip, was nowhere in sight.

Draco sighed in exasperation, "You girls are all nuts, I hope you realise that. The woman practically tore my balls off!".

Haylie rolled her eyes at Draco for the second time that day, "You cheated on her, she's pissed. Seems perfectly normal to me".

"Rubbish", Draco exclaimed as he tore into a piece of toast and Haylie knew that was the end of their discussion.

As much as Haylie loved Draco, him being her best friend for the last 16 years, she couldn't help but to look down at the way he treated his girlfriend Pansy. After all, the Parkinsons had taken her in when her parents had died. Haylie had been a year old with no where to go and they had graciously invited her into their home. That's how she had met Draco. The Parkinsons and the Malfoys were very close families and consequently she had been introduced to Draco at a young age, the two had hit it off immediately. Aside from the occasional flirtatious banter, the two had never gotten together. Pansy had gotten her claws into him first.

Just then Millicent Bullstrode came up to Haylie saying that Professor Snape needed to have a word with her. She visibly stiffened. Haylie knew what this was about, and judging by the meaningful look Draco had just given her, so did he.

"I'll go with you", He said standing up from his seat abruptly.

"He specifically asked to see Haylie, alone", she said in her nasal voice.

Draco sat back down, and as he watched Haylie turn to leave he saw her mouth 'I'll be fine'.

He highly doubted that.

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Professor Snape's office was cold and miserable, like it always was. Bottles after jugs after pitchers of different coloured liquids lay on various shelves scattered around the office. Haylie was about to reach for a rather petty bottle of pink liquid when Snape's deep voice interrupted her.

"You shall refrain from touching anything in my office miss Potter, none of these substances are toys, for example what you were about to carelessly toss around could of killed you directly upon contact", he muttered darkly.

Haylie tried not to laugh , purely out of respect, Snape was always overreacting.

"Well, who's to say I didn't know that? Maybe I wanted to end my life before the dark lord does it himself", she smirked.

"Potter, you and I both know very well that He is not trying to kill you", he fought the urge to roll his eyes.

"With the stunts he has me pull, you'd never know it. So, what does he wish this time?", she asked as she sat down in an old dusty chair in front of Professor Snape's desk.

Voldemort had been planning an attack on Dumbledore since before Haylie could remember. Not many Death Eaters knew about it though, it was to be kept secret until plans were finalised. Haylie however, had been told from day one. Why you ask?

Haylie had been getting groomed to be the one who killed him.

She had never chosen to do so, or volunteered. It had just always been her purpose. Voldemort seemed to have an affinity towards Haylie and had picked her out of hundreds of experienced Death Eaters for this immense task. The task of killing one of the most powerful wizards known.

"Your magic has developed greatly. You excel in all of your subjects here at Hogwarts and as I understand you are doing very well in your…private lessons with He himself…The Dark Lord thinks it is time.", Snape stated emotionlessly.

Haylie's breath caught, "Time? Already? Is he sure I'm strong enough? This could very well be suicide!"

"Deal with it Potter. I'm sure you wouldn't dare to defy direct orders? You shall receive instructions soon. Not a word of this to anyone, as you should already know.", he turned his back to her and started to sort through books that were laying on a nearby table. Haylie interpreted this is "End of discussion".

She got up and walked out of the office, her head crushed under the weight of the unexpected announcement.

She walked through the common room, up the stairs, climbed into her bed and ,unwillingly, let a tear escape.

Suddenly there was a light knock at the door.

'Fuck!', Haylie thought as she sat up and tried to straighten up her appearance.

The door opened and Draco walked in. He made his way to Haylie bed and sat down at the edge, questions in his eyes. Haylie knew what to answer.

She rolled up the sleeve of her robes to reveal her Dark Mark.