Fallen Angel
A/N: Thank you to those who have reviewed, and for tam418 for pointing something out to me.
Thursday morning rolled around, and at precisely one am, the new team of Dead Assassins apparated to the front gates of Malfoy Manor.
"All of you, put up your hoods and masks. Don't speak, and don't take them down until I say." They all obeyed their leader, and the group of 35 made their way to the main living room, where Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters awaited them.
"Ah, Torva, right on time. My friends, these are the new Dead Assassins. You all remember Torva, Crimson Killer, and Mastermind. The one in formation with them is Argentum Lingua. As you can see, like yourselves, they each have a mask. Those in white masks have no name. Torva is the green mask, Crimson Killer is the blood red, Mastermind is the pure gold, and Argentum Lingua is the icy blue. You will treat them as you treat each other, and you will obey Torva as you do me. There may come a time when you will have to work alongside them. You will do so with the upmost professionalism. No questions. Get used to them. You may be seeing them an awful lot. Dismissed. Severus, Lucius, Narcissa, wait behind." The Death Eaters bowed their heads to their Lord and all but the three asked to remain, and the Assassins left, closing the door behind them. Severus, Lucius and Narcissa knelt in front of Voldemort.
"My Lord?" Severus asked.
Voldemort said nothing. He simply cast his glamour, de-aging himself, and stood back, allowing Harry, disguised as Torva, to step forward. "When I joined Tom, I asked him if I could have sole control over the three of you. He said no. But I still wish for you, Lucius and Narcissa, to know who I am, and for the three of you to know who we all are. Before I reveal my face, however, I wish for you to see my, foot soldiers, as I like to call them." He turned to those in the white masks. "Reveal yourselves."
The thirty one dropped their hoods and masks, showing their faces to the three adults in front of them.
"Gryffindors? Hufflepuffs? Ravenclaws?" Severus was in shock.
"Pansy? Blaise?" Narcissa surveyed the faces she recognised, desperately trying to find out what had become of her son.
"Mudbloods! Blood Traitors! You have bought mudbloods and blood traitors into our group?" Lucius was angry.
Torva stepped forward and slapped the Malfoy patriarch across the face. "Don't you dare use those vile words in front of me, or in conversation, again, do you understand? There is no difference in a witch or wizard based on their background. We are all the same. If anything, muggle borns are starting to outnumber pure bloods like yourself. And if it wasn't for the 'blood traitors'," he spat the word, "purebloods would have died out completely, so show them a bit more respect!" Lucius didn't answer.
Voldemort stepped forward, Nagini at his feet. "Lucius, I do believe you were just asked a question. You would do well to answer it."
"Yes my Lord. I understand."
"Good." He stepped back once more.
Torva, however, was no so easily satisfied. He slapped Lucius again, this time across the other side of his face. "Remember that next time. And when I speak to you, you will show me respect, and look me in the eye! Or do I have to get Bellatrix to teach you respect? I have heard she is very handy with the Cruciatus Curse."
"No my Lord."
"You do not need to use 'Lord' when addressing me. Torva will do. Now, to reveal us four. Argentum Lingua, show them your true face. I'm sure they will be pleased to know you are safe.
The boy in question dropped his effects and once again became Draco, much to the delight of Narcissa, who abandoned all grace and pureblood mannerisms as she ran forward to engulf her son in a hug. "Mother." He greeted her, returning the hug.
"Oh Draco, I'm glad you're OK. I have missed you."
"I have missed you too. Father." He acknowledged, as Lucius stepped forward. The Malfoy patriarch nodded his head, before pulling his son into a hug also. To everyone who was not a Slytherin, this show of affection between the three Malfoys was a bit of a shock, and it certainly changed some of the opinions of them.
Torva waited until they had exchanged pleasantries before interrupting. "And now, you will see the faces of us three." First Ron dropped his hood and mask, then Hermione, and finally Harry himself.
Lucius' face set in stone. "Potter."
"Lucius."
"How dare you order me around like you just did? You are a child. I could quite easily kill you right now." He drew his wand the same time that thirty-four other wands were drawn towards him.
Harry, having not drawn his wand, simply stepped forward. Grasping the tip of the wand pointed directly between his eyes, he plainly said, "I wouldn't do that if I was you," before turning the wand away from himself. "I am your leader, whether you like it or not. You may not answer to me, but you will obey me, and treat me the same as you do Tom. I'm willing to help you. I'm even willing to do what I can to get you out of Azkaban when the time comes, because trust me, it will. We may have started badly, but I'm still willing to help you. Remember that when you talk to me."
Severus took his chance to speak after this exchange. "Potter, what are you thinking? Do you not realise that Dumbledore is surely going to notice something?"
Harry turned to his teacher. "Why do you think I have chosen the name Dead Assassins? I can shorten it to DA. The old fool will still think I have the Defence group going, especially since nearly every member here is an ex-member of the group. That brings me on to something actually. You better change the way you treat us in your classes."
The Potions master's eyes narrowed. "Are you telling me what to do in my own classroom Potter?"
"Yes, Severus Tobias Snape, I am. You mess with any of my team, you mess with me. I know ways of killing you that even Tom here doesn't. I am probably one of only a few people that knows how to kill you, without leaving any evidence whatsoever. I can cause you the most excruciating pain, without having to use my wand. So you may want to think twice before treating us like shit, or in the case of your own house, like the sun shines out of their arses. Equality. That is what I am aiming towards. And if kids are taught it in school, it makes it a hell of a lot easier to gain when they become adults."
Harry's mini-speech had left even the stone-faced Snape frightened, and he immediately backed down.
Tom stepped forward once more. "If there is no more questions, I would like to speak to Harry and his team alone. Lucius, Narcissa, Severus, you are dismissed." They bowed and left, closing the door behind them. "Now then, I'm sure Harry has told you that you may be required to perform some tasks for me. However, there is still one problem. One thing the Ministry fails to tell you, is that when you turn 17, the trace on you may break, but it is still present in your wands. Wand makers are required, by law, to add them to each individual wand, and then notify the Ministry to who they have sold which wand. Which means that when you perform your tasks, the ministry will know it's you because believe me, with the spells you may have to use, you will alert them to what you are doing. Now I know how many there are of you, I can talk to one of my associates, a wand maker no less, and ask him to make you wands without traces, as best a replica to the one you currently own as possible. I will call you when I have them and give them to you when you need them. Only use them when you need to do a spell you need no-one to know about it. You do not use them in school. Understood? Good, now go, get back to the school before you are discovered to be missing."
They bowed and left the room, but not before pulling up their hoods once more, in case their faces were seen by other Death Eaters hanging around.
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They returned back to the Room of Requirement, and Harry immediately sent them to their dormitories to get some rest.
Neville came over to Harry just before he left. "I don't like her Harry. I don't like Bellatrix."
Harry put an arm on his friend's shoulder. "I know you don't mate, I know. I understand. When the time comes to take down Voldemort and his Death Eaters, I'll leave her to you. Let you get the revenge you deserve."
"Thanks mate. Goodnight Harry." He replied with a wave as he left.
"Goodnight Neville. Are you OK Draco?"
The blond had been waiting for them all to leave, and was still waiting for Ron and Hermione to go. "I want to speak to you, alone."
"Oh, sure. Hermione, Ron, go. I'll be back soon, I promise." They nodded and left, leaving the two boys alone. "What is it?"
"First, we need the Room to change, so we have to go outside for a moment." They stepped outside and Draco changed the Room.
Stepping back in, Harry was amazed to see that the Room had manifested itself into a huge storage room. There were broken and forgotten items everywhere. Draco led them both through the maze of items, including a very expensive tiara with a sapphire in the centre, until they reached what appeared to be a big wardrobe. "What's this?" Harry asked.
"It's a Vanishing Cabinet. Its twin is in Borgin and Burke's. It's the only way in and out of the castle without having to step outside of the anti-apparition borders, or without using a portkey, two ways which would both create attention. But it's broke. I'm trying to fix it, in the hope to use it."
"Well we'll help you fix it. Use it for what?"
"I thought you might ask. And I'll use it to get Death Eaters into the school. Unless you plan on sharing your secret of these fake Galleons." Draco added with a smirk.
The Gryffindor chuckled. "No chance. That's our little secret."
"You make it sound like a dirty little secret."
"Only if you want it to be." Harry replied, raking his eyes up and down the blond. "So you want to use it to bring Death Eaters into the school. As back up I presume for when you go through with your task?"
"Yes."
"You may not need back up Draco. I'll be present, as Torva of course. And anyway, after I'm through with you, you'll be more than powerful enough to take down Dumbledore."
Draco turned to face the Gryffindor slightly, stepping towards him. "Why, what do you plan on doing to me?" He replied huskily, flirting.
Harry stared him back in the eyes, smirking so slightly. "Nothing like that. Only if you'll let me. What I mean is that every first year that enters this school has a magical block put on his or her magic by Dumbledore himself, meaning that they can never reach their full potential. The bastard does this because he is afraid of one student realising that they are more powerful than him and killing him. The truth is, even the first years, without any proper training, could do it if they so wished. So he blocks their magic to save his own skin. I plan on breaking that block on all of you, and training you into controlling it and use it to its maximum. I have done it on my own, Hermione's and Ron's, so I am more than confident I can do it to you all. That is what I mean."
"Sure you do." He laughed. "Na, I'm only messing. I know you could. Oh by the way," Draco leaned forward, put and hand on the other boy's chest and came so close that their lips were almost touching, but pulled away before they could and whispered in the other boy's ear, "you're sexy when you're being all powerful." He pulled away with a smirk on his face, winked at the Gryffindor, and walked away, leave a very frustrated, and very aroused, Harry alone.
"Fucking bastard." Harry said to himself, still smirking. He left the Room shortly after, determined to get what he wanted, because after that little stunt, he was certain that Draco felt the same.
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