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A/N: So I'm glad people like this story so far. Thank you all for reading.

DRACO'S POV

I sat at the table of Death Eaters between my mother and father. A 'meeting' was in progress though I wasn't really paying attention. My eyes were focused on the woman floating in the air above us.

The Muggles Study Teacher; I hadn't caught her name. She spun around above the table and each time she spun towards me, her eyes pleaded with me. Let me down, she was begging. Please help me.

But there was nothing I could do. I wasn't technically important anymore. I had failed my mission and now, my father was wandless and broken. He was a nobody and that made the Malfoys a nobody.

"My Lord," a Death Eater cried, breaking the silence. I turned to see him run into the room, dragging a small person with him. "My Lord, we found this wandering around in front of the Manor."

The Death Eater pulled back the hood of the person's cloak, revealing a very pissed Melody Travis.

I jumped up from my seat in surprise. What the hell was she doing here?

"Let go of me you bloody bastard!" Melody practically growled, wrenching her arm from the man's grasp. She glanced up at the professor with a look of sheer indifference, though I knew for a fact that she took the class.

This couldn't be Melody Travis. This wasn't the same Melody I've seen walking around Hogwarts with Potter, Granger, and Weasley, all smiles and bloody sunshine, with wild brown hair and bright eyes. This was someone else. It had to be. Someone whose smiles were gone, replaced with scowls, spiky black hair and narrowed eyes.

"Draco," the Dark Lord hissed. "Do you know this girl?"

"Yeah, she's, uh, Melody Travis," I said, still shocked. "Friend of Potter."

As if on cue, wands around the table lifted pointing towards her. Melody didn't even flinch.

"Lower your wands," Voldemort hissed. With some hesitation, the wands were lowered and people returned to their seats. I remained standing, my eyes focused on Melody.

"She was at the Ministry," Bellatrix spoke up. "Pushed Potter out of the way."

"Interesting," Voldemort said. "Such loyally to a friend, my enemy, and then you show up here. Why are you here, child?"

"After Dumbledore was killed, I realized I was foolish," Melody said. "How can the most powerful wizard in the world be killed? If he had really been powerful, he would still be here. And so, here I am, willing to serve you, my Lord."

Melody gave a small bow, her right hand fisted over her heart. Voldemort rose to his feet, clapping slowly, a tight smirk on his face. "Well spoken and a lovely performance, my dear."

"Performance, my Lord?" Melody said, sounding truly confused.

Voldemort stared at her and Melody stared back, defiant. I'm not quite sure how long they stood like that but after a while, Voldemort's smirk slowly faded to a frown. "You are telling the truth, Travis?"

"The whole truth, my Lord."

"You do realize if I find out you are lying to me, you will suffer dire consequence under the hands of Fenrir, here."

The werewolf grinned evilly, sniffing the air. "And how I do love fresh meat."

"Understood," Melody said. "I would wish to spy for you my Lord, to prove my loyalty to you."

"This is ridiculous," Snape spoke up, angrily. "My Lord, she is obviously a spy for the Order. They sent her here –"

"My 'friends' don't even know I'm here. They believe I am asleep in my room. No one is the wiser, especially not Potter."

Once again, the room grew silent as Voldemort stared at Melody. Finally he chuckled, saying, "Very well then. Draco, please escort Melody to your quarters for a minute. If we deem her worthy, she will be given the Mark and sent to spy on the Order."

I nodded, moving towards the door. Melody bowed once more, following me out of the door. There was never an 'if not' option. 'If not' was always death.

I didn't speak to her until we reached my room and I had closed the door behind me. She crossed her arms, walking around the room. "Hmm, nice digs. I should have chosen this route years ago."

"What are you doing here, Travis?" I asked.

She turned towards me, a smirk on her face. "I thought you might have gotten all that information back there."

"You know that's not what I meant," I said, angrily. Why was she doing this? More importantly, why did it make me so mad? "Even if you hated Potter, which I know you don't, you would never become a Death Eater. This isn't you."

"And how would you know what and what wasn't me. Following me in the corridors, are you, Malfoy? Besides, I don't see what the big deal is. Are you the only seventeen-year-old you can be a Death Eater?"

"Will you just quit the act?" I reached forward and grabbed her arm. "What are you up to huh? Why are you here?"

"Hey!" Melody yanked away from me, moving to poke me in the shoulder with one slender finger. "If you ever put your hands on me again, I'll be sure to make you regret it. I'm here because I want to be, got it? And next time you question me, you're not going to like the answer. Are we clear?"

We glared at each other until the door was pushed open. My father stood at the door, his eyes glancing between the two of us. "The Dark Lord will see you now."

"Thank you," Melody said, her eyes never leaving mine.

It was weird that I couldn't see it. I couldn't find the little glint that always meant someone was lying, that they were afraid. Where was it?

Melody moved away from me saying, "I'll be seeing you Draco."

The door closed before I could comment.

I sighed, flinging myself onto my bed. I wasn't mad for the reason she said. I could care less if I wasn't the only seventeen-year-old Death Eater. She wasn't supposed to be here, I could feel it. Her hair, her eyes . . . they weren't supposed to look like they did. She was supposed to be the one out there caring and fighting to bring us down.

And I was supposed to be one that didn't care.

Strange thing is that, I did.