AN: Prompt number 43 - "dying". I will return the characters unharmed when I've finished playing with them.
If you want to confuse a wizard, do something the muggle way. That's one thing I have learned from this war we're fighting. My role is an assassin. Fancy name for a person who goes around killing other people. I have a large collection of muggle weapons and the know-how to use them. Not what you'd expect from a well-brought up, pureblooded witch, is it? My partner is an even more unlikely candidate. While I wasn't brought up in the strict pureblood traditions, he was, and he's broken with them all. Technically, he's in hiding, but he still manages to procure everything I need. His name is Draco Malfoy, and he turned spy for us a year ago. When Voldemort began to suspect him, we decided it was too dangerous for him to continue, and he was paired with me instead. I thought he might object when he found out who today's target is, but he didn't. We're lucky to have his inside knowledge, because today I'm going after Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father.
I'm currently perched in a tree just outside the wards surrounding Malfoy Manor. Draco's giving me instructions and information via the piece of plastic wedged in my ear (Hermione calls it an earbug, which I think sounds disgusting), and I'm aiming my sniper rifle at what I'm told is the library window, Lucius's favourite room. Sure enough, he's in there, completely oblivious to my presence. I hate this method, it's so crude. But it works. Wizards and witches don't think that a small metal projectile invented by muggles is going to do them any harm, so they don't ward against that.
I think my most infamous mission was the one where I infiltrated one of their parties and slipped poison into the drinks. Several of the Death Eaters had bezoar stones to hand, unfortunately, but not all. That was the day I acquired my nickname – Belladonna. Both for the beautiful lady I was pretending to be, and the poison I used. Draco thought of it, and it's what he's called me ever since. Then again, he never did like my name.
I fire the gun, but it doesn't hit Malfoy. Someone has warned him, I suspect Bellatrix, and I have to dive out of the tree to avoid being hit as the bullet flies back towards me. Just before I hit the ground, I apparate back to headquarters, where Draco is waiting.
"Another one to cross off the list?" His quill is poised, ready to strike through the name. I shake my head.
"Not this time. He knew – he had wards against it."
"Another method, then. We'll think of something."
I never thought I'd see the day that Draco Malfoy would help a Weasley figure out how to kill his father. But it's happening, so I'd better believe it.
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