"I'm not a child in case you haven't noticed, Mother. I am perfectly capable of doing my shopping alone." Draco said exasperatedly to me as he got fitted for robes in Madam Malkins. Now generally this would be something odd for him to say to me, but not today. Today I was impersonating Narcissa Malfoy, via polyjuice potion. Nobody did their shopping alone nowadays, fearing Death Eaters would jump from behind a garbage bin and attack them, and it was silly really. If he and I had gone shopping together alone, it would raise many questions, although we didn't have even the most remote reason to be afraid.

Madam Malkin tried reasoning with him, he simply sneered, his fit was of course to simply keep up pretenses.

"Watch where you're sticking that pin, will you!" he bellowed, that woman was much too clumsy with her pins, poking him multiple times already. I examined him as he strode up to the mirror examining himself. He was unbelievably handsome in that set of dark green robes, his pale complexion and light gray eyes matching mine all too well, our only difference was our stark hair color contrast. Even though I was part Veela, a cousin to Fleur Delacour no less, my hair was not the shade of white blonde as Draco and she had, it was instead a shade of onyx. He saw them before I.

"If you're wondering what the smell is, Mother, a Mudblood just walked in.

"I don't think there's need for language like that!" squealed Madam Malkin. "And I don't want wands drawn in my shop either."

The ginger and Potter had there wands out, I was clutching mine, ready to strike.

"Yeah, like you'd dare do magic out of school," Draco sneered. "Who blacked your eye, Granger? I want to send them flower."

I was striding through the robes, pretending not to notice until Madam Malkin called for me. It was strange being looked at as Narcissa; I preferred them fearing me as myself.

"Put those away. If you attack my son again, I shall ensure that it is the last thing you ever do." I said coldly, almost slipping up on the 'son' part.

"Going to get some Death Eater friends to do us in?" he challenged.

I smiled serenely thinking to myself, No, but I, a Death Eater will GLADLY do you in.

Instead I said, "I see that being Dumbledore's favorite has given you a false sense of security, Harry Potter. But Dumbledore won't always be there to protect you."

What Potter said next I could only guess, and restraining Draco I decided a shot at Sirius would be a sufficient reply. The reason I missed it, was my polyjuice potion was beginning to loose effect.

One thing I did notice, Malkin had grabbed for Draco's left sleeve, and would be revealing his Mark if he didn't do something, thankfully he bellowed "OUCH!" in protest, smacking her hand away, with a look at Granger, I shot one last insult, and we departed.

"It's the potion isn't it?" Draco asked nervously.

"Yes." I grimaced, this potion was rather painful at times.

"You head to Knockturn Alley, let yourself transform to normal, I'll pick up the rest of our books, and meet me in Borgin and Burkes." I obliged.

I used a simple spell to make my clothes fit me again, Narcissa had more height than me, I decided to go into Borgin and Burkes to see the Vanishing Cabinet for myself. Draco had told me it was broken, but it was our master plan for eventually killing Dumbledore. We had to succeed. Borgin didn't know me by looks, he didn't know to fear me, so he gave me a rather hard time, until Draco, alone, strode inside the shop.

"Ah Astoria." Draco greeted me, kissing me, causing Borgin to treat me much more respectably.

"This young miss has been inquiring about this Vanishing Cabinet," said Borgin nervously.

"Yes I have a twin, yet it's broken, and prudent it be fixed, you know how to fix it?" Draco questioned.

"Possibly, I'll need to see it though. Why don't you bring it into the shop?"

"I can't. It's got to stay put. I just need you to tell me how to do it." After these words my attention wandered, to a fluttering on the street, ankles were bared, but covered up again, as if under an Invisibility Cloak….

"No?" I zoned back in to hear Draco sneering this. "Maybe this will make you more confident." To my surprise he had yanked back left sleeve, bearing his Mark. I followed in fashion. Borgin looked at both our Marks in fear.

"Tell anyone," Draco threatened, "and there will be retribution, Fenrir Greyback is a family friend, he'll be dropping by from time to time to make sure you're giving the problem your full attention."

I took Floo Powder back to the Manor before the end of their conversation, reporting back to the Dark Lord immediately was a number one priority.