Fallen Angel

A/N: This one runs parallel, -ish, with the previous chapter. You should be able to understand what I mean by the end. Hopefully. :) Sorry for the delay.

"What the hell Draco?" Pansy shouted at him, as they re-entered the Slytherin common room. "Why are you siding with the enemy?"

"The enemy, Pansy?" Draco asked, incredulous. "The enemy is the Dark Lord. Not Potter. Harry. That was a childish school rivalry, and like I said, it's time to grow up. Anyway, enough of that now. Theo, Millie! With me. You four as well." He indicated to Pansy, Blaise, Vince and Greg as he spoke, before making his way down to his dorm. As he passed the Greengrass sisters, Astoria and Daphne, he grabbed them as well.

As the group of nine entered Draco's dormitory, Draco locked the door and reinforced it with a spell, before adding a silencer on top. Astoria was the first one to speak. "Alright Draco, what's this about?"

Draco never answered. He simply rolled up his right sleeve and let them see the black, emerald-eyes snake that now adorned his bicep. When they had seen enough, he rolled his sleeve back down.

"I though you said you weren't Marked?"

"I wasn't, not at that point. This isn't His Mark anyway. This is the Mark of Torva."

"Torva?" Pansy whispered, bewildered.

"Yes. He wanted me on side. And wishes me to get some recruits."

"Hell no!" Astoria stood up. "We are not joining the Dark side! Are you mad?! We could get killed!"

"Sit down Greengrass. It doesn't matter which side we choose, the threat of being killed is always going to be there. Besides, do you want to be on the side that wins or not?" The girl sat down. "I thought so. Torva promised me, that when he succeeded, he would take all those that sided with him to the top."

"But we would still be on the Dark Lord's side, wouldn't we?" Astoria's younger sister, Daphne asked. The fifth year stared him in the eyes, showing that, like her sister, she had the power to make him suffer with just a flick of her wand if he didn't give the absolute truth.

"No, not completely. I could try to explain it, but I think its best you hear it from him instead. I'll see if I can find him again, and I'll arrange a meeting for you all with him."

"What happens if we refuse?" Blaise piped up.

"Then you get left alone. But you will have to instantly refuse. He made it very clear to me that anyone who takes the Mark then turns their back on him will find themselves at the top of his hit list. Any other questions?" They shook their heads. "Good, then go. I need to study." He held the door open for them as they filed out and shut it behind them once they had. He dropped into the seat at his desk, but didn't reach for his textbooks immediately. Instead, he reached for a blank piece of parchment and a quill and started to write.

"'Scarhead, and I use the name fondly now, I have information for you. I require to see you, as soon as possible, in my private room, alone. Don't bother replying, just come. Draco.' Aquila!" He whistled the eagle and flew from its perch onto his shoulder. "Take this to Harry Potter." The bird took the letter and flew out of the door as Draco held it open. Closing the door once more, he dropped this time onto the small sofa. He still had to work out how to kill the Headmaster, and he had no idea how to do it. Well, that was a lie, he did have an idea, but he didn't really want to do it. He needed to think of other ideas, then, if they failed, he would go through with the original. He didn't really want to, but he would have no other choice. But there was one big problem. How did on fix a broken Vanishing Cabinet when only one was at your disposal? It looked like he may end up taking Harry's offer of help up in the end anyway…

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