Fallen Angel

A/N: People! I'm upset. SLTS was getting at least one review per chapter, yet this has barely any . I love this story, and it would make my day, and my birthday, if I had some reviews. Pretty please?

Using the map, Harry made his way to Draco's private room in the dungeons. He spotted the blond waiting outside the door.

"I'm glad you came."

"What is it you wanted to tell me?"

"Not out here. Come into my room. This isn't something that should really be discussed in a corridor." Draco opened the door to his room and stepped inside. The dorm was the same size as Harry's dorm, but there was only one bed. Lavishly decorated in greens and silvers, the room was what you would expect from the Malfoy heir. They both made their way over to the chairs by the fire where Harry sat. Draco went to a little cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Bourbon whiskey and poured them both a respectable glass. He walked over to the other seat and sat down, handing one glass over to Harry.

"Should you really have this in school?" Harry asked with a smirk.

"No. But it's my room, I can do what I want, have what I want, and have who I want in here."

Harry laughed then knocked back half of his glass in one. Draco eyes widened. "You clearly have no problem with drink."

"Of course not. The parties in Gryffindor? Not a problem. Besides, I've been sneaking my Uncle's drink when they've all been out. What did you want to tell me?"

"Straight to the point as always." Draco put his drink down on the coffee table between the chairs. "I've done what you asked. I have some recruits."

Harry put his drink down too, and paused, hands clasped. "What did you tell them?"

"That Torva had been in contact with me. I showed the Mark. They were a bit shocked to start with, but they're on side."

"That easy? I doubt it." Harry sat waiting.

Draco stared back. "They didn't want to take part to start with. But when I told them they'd be on the winning side, they soon wanted to know more. They eventually gave in".

"Who were they?"

"Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle…"

"Crabbe and Goyle? Really?" Harry leaned forward in his seat. "Those useless idiots?"

"They're not useless." Draco contested. "They may come across as quite dumb, but they're not. They're certainly dedicated. They'll be good assets, I promise."

"I'll take your word for it. Who else."

"Like I said, Pansy and Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle, Astoria and Daphne Greengrass, Theodore Nott, and Millicent Bulstrode."

"OK. Anything else?"

"What can I tell my father?"

"Nothing yet. As for your friends, tell them to meet in the Room of Requirement three weeks today. However, I'll want you to be there before then."

"OK. But what do you mean, nothing yet?"

Harry sighed. "As soon as I have enough members for my team, I intend on introducing you all to the rest of the Death Eaters. Then, I will ask for your mother, father and Severus to stay behind, where I will reveal all of you."

"Is that wise? Revealing us, especially me, to Snape and my parents? What about back at school? Won't revealing us make our lives hell when we have Potions?" Draco asked, quite rightly concerned.

"No. I have a way of dealing with that to make sure that isn't a problem."

"As long as you know what you are doing…"

"I do Draco, do not question me please." Harry snapped, his temper and volume starting to rise.

If Draco felt ashamed, of scared, he never showed it. He just remained sat where he was. "Just expressing my concern. I have every right to be worried. Besides, no offence, but looking at the way you, Granger and Weasley act, you need somebody like me to bring you back down to Earth when you start going over the top."

To this Harry laughed. "Which is one of the reasons why I have chosen you. And one of the reasons why you have a name, and none of the others, apart from myself, Hermione and Ron, will have one. I trust you Draco, and I trust that you will be the one to make me see sense when I go too far."

Draco offered a smile. "That's good to know."

Harry smiled back, but then his smile faded. "Ow…can you feel that?"

"No. What is it?"

"The Mark. It's burning. But if you can't feel it, Tom must just want me. I have to go." He stood up and readied himself to leave.

Draco stood too. "Come back here and tell me what he wants, yeah?"

"Yeah sure. Wish me luck…" He pressed the coin, and disappeared…

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Pulling up his hood and placing on his mask, Torva strode up to the Manor, opening the door with a wave of his hand. He made his way swiftly to the drawing room and entered, only to find one Bellatrix Lestrange knelt in front of her master.

Tom looked up at the sound of the opening door, offering a small smirk to the newcomer. "We are done here Bella. You may go."

Said woman stood and spun, her eyes landing on Torva. "Oh I see how it is. Your new pet has arrived, and you throw me away like a filthy squib. Me, your most faithful servant!" She whispered bitterly, her voice trembling with rage.

"Bellatrix, leave. Do not question my judgement."

"No! Master, I am not a half-blood that you can just throw away like that. I am not a mudblood that you can just order abou…"

"Enough." Torva spoke quietly, lowering his hand after silencing the raging woman. He stepped forward, until he was close in her face. "If the Dark Lord tells you to leave, you do not disobey his orders, do you understand? Leave now, before I make you." He threatened her.

Bellatrix glowered at him before finally backing down and leaving, barging into his shoulder as she left.

Once she had gone, Tom locked and silenced the door, and placed up his glamour. Torva also removed his effects. "You wished to see me Tom?"

"Yes. I have a task for you. But first, tell me where you are in terms of collecting new followers."

"Draco has arranged for his friends to meet me, where we shall discuss plans. Before then, I will also contact old members of the DA. Then, we shall go from there."

"As long as you know what you are doing. Are you going to bring them to me to be marked?"

"Actually, I was hoping you'd tell me how to do a mass marking."

"Of course. Link them all first, Granger will know how to do that. Once they are linked you need only mark one. Morsmordre, remember it. You must also remember to unlink them all when you are done, again Granger can do that. Magical auras should not be linked for long periods of time, so make sure you do that."

"Of course. I'll leave major spell casting to Hermione. She's more capable than me."

"Of course. Now, to the original matter at hand. My task for you. There are certain members of the Order who have information about things I want. I want them dealing with. Here is the file on the first person." He waved his hand and a file appeared in mid-air, hovering in front of Harry. "That will tell you everything you need to know. Read through it and deal with them now. In the file is a portkey which will take you there and back only once. Get what information you can out of them, then dispose of them. We do not want them blabbing to Dumbledore about what happens."

"You want me to kill this person?"

"Essentially, yes. But get the information out of them first. Do what you must."

"Of course. Goodnight Tom." Harry pulled his hood and mask back up and left, leaving a smirking Dark Lord behind him.

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Upon arrival back to the school, Draco immediately pounced. "What did he want?"

Harry remained secretive. "If everything goes well, you'll find out tomorrow."

"What's that supposed to mean? Harry?"

"Tomorrow. Goodnight Draco." With that he swept out of the room.

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