Lilith's POV

I grab my wand from the bedside table and look around the room. The old nightmares that used to haunt my sleep are back. There are two types of nightmares, at least for me: the ones about my past, when Harry and I were happy at Hogwarts; and those nightmares about Dumbledore's death.

The first person I've killed... Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts' previous headmaster. I truly am a horrible person. I killed someone and the guilty of that act haunts me every single time. But I can't let anyone see that or I'll be screwed.

Being one of Voldemort's Death Eaters isn't very easy, but I know for sure that it's one of the wort things I've done in my life. I killed a man for god's sake! I killed someone, even if his blood didn't stain my skin, I can feel it: Dumbledore's blood all over my hands.

And being afraid every second of your life isn't easy either. I have this weird feeling that I can die if I even step outside the house.

This damn depression is killing me.

"Relax, Lilith." I whisper under my breath. "No one is here to hurt you."

I look around the room, sensing something next to me. The light coming from my wand flickers, a warm feeling on my left forearm.

The warm feeling soon changes, and a excruciating pain hits my arm like a wrecking ball. I grab my arm, the wand now forgotten on the floor. The room turns red and pain fills my entire body.

Couldn't he find a painless way to call us?

The man, if I can call him that, created this damn mark, why couldn't he find a better way to call his followers? This is extremely uncomfortable. I look down at my arm and find a sentence written across my left arm.

Come now. I'll be waiting.

What have I done now? He's never this impatient, he always waits until morning. He must be very distraught if he is calling us now.

I put on some clothes, as fast as I can, and analyze the result when I'm done: I'm wearing a big 'Chicago Bulls' shirt and some black leggings with some shoes I found under my bed. Decent enough, I'll be wearing a cloak and no one will see this mess. Grabbing the cloak and my wand from the bed, I step aside and Apparate near the Mansion, where I know this new meeting will be held at.

There are dozens of Death Eaters waiting outside. I look around and notice that Narcissa and Draco aren't here. They're probably inside already. Someone taps my shoulder and breathes on my neck, something I absolutely hate.

"May I say how ravishing you look today, dear Lilith?"

I turn around to find Bruno leaning on my shoulder, breathing against my neck. I want to pull his eyes out and make him eat them but I know I have to be 'nice' to every single person here if I don't want to die. Being a Potter is already making me infamous, I don't want anyone to kill me because I hurt another Death Eater.

"You may say it but I won't hear it." I snap back, no flirting intended. "Now, why are we here?"

"That's for me to know." He pinched my left cheek. "And for you to find out."

His smile is too fake and his eyes are too shiny so I know he doesn't know shit about why as going on.

"You're as clueless as I am, aren't you?" He answers my question by nodding his head. I knew it. "Thought so."

He shakes his head and laughs. He's not that bad, but I don't think I can trust him with my secrets yet. And I don't want to tell them either.

Another Death Eater joins us, the three of us standing near the front door, waiting for instructions. Nothing happens until Narcissa and her husband open the door to let us in. Tu don't look good, and Narcissa's face is as white as a ghost.

Bruno stands by my side, never letting go of my hand. I don't remember the time he grabbed it but I don't want to let go either.

"Don't speak until your told so." Lucius warns. "And don't even think about leaving earlier. We'll discuss the future of our society and it's a very important issue we have to solve. And our master gave up his time to help us, so be grateful."

His words ring a bell inside my head, and suspicion fills my mind. Why would he helps us? He's just worried about getting Harry and killing him... And probably me too.

"Isn't this weird?" I whisper to Bruno, who grips my hand tighter, signaling me not to say anything else.

"Shut the fuck up, Potter!" He hisses under his breath. "Do you want to get us killed? Then shut up!"

His threatening words make me close my mouth as we enter the dining room. This is insane, there are chairs and tables everywhere, not like any other meeting I've attended. I let Bruno guide me towards one of the tables where our names are. Oh, I forgot to say that there are papers with our names too, telling us where to sit.

I sit between Bruno and Amycus Carrow, who creepily smirks down at me. Even he is taller than me... And sitting down for Merlin's sake!

A loud crack is heard and the seat in front of the room glows as Lord Voldemort himself appears with his snake laying across his lap. He claps his hands and greets us with a clap.

"Welcome, welcome, my dear followers." I internally puke. His voice is too sweet to be real, he's faking it. "After the events everyone already knows about, I have another task for you."

He looks around the room, his eyes searching his followers until they land on me. He doesn't break this eye contact until he starts talking once again.

"Mad-Eye is dead, thanks to Amycus Carrow." Cheers and claps are heard but I don't react, wanting to hear everything. "And George Weasley, one of those ginger blood-traitors, is severely injured. So your missions were not that bad; you managed to hurt some of them and that's good, at least for now."

I space out as he keeps on babbling about the number of injuries they caused in the past, and I feel my heart beat faster as my mind starts leaving my body, floating away from the Mansion and right into the Burrow. I don't know why I'm thinking about this but I miss them so much I believe my brain is trying to help me with the pain.

I 'visit' the house in my mind and find the usual: Mrs Weasley cooking and her children surrounding my brother as they talk and have a good time. Only this time, I notice something different about the Weasley twins; one of them hasn't got an ear. Remembering Voldemort's words just a few minutes ago, I hold onto this memory or whatever this is and look around again. The scene changes and Harry, oh my dear brother, stands near Mrs Weasley.

I never thought I would be able to hear the words coming from their mouths.

"Ron and Hermione seem to think that the three of you are dropping out of Hogwarts." She begins in a light, casual tone.

"Oh." Harry says. "Well, yeah. We are."

"May I ask why you are abandoning your education?" Asks Mrs Weasley.

"Well, Dumbledore left me... Stuff to do." Harry mumbles. "Ron and Hermione know about it, and they want to come too."

"What sort of 'stuff'?"

"I'm sorry, I can't—"

"Well, frankly I think Arthur and I have a right to know and I'm sure Mr and Mrs Granger would agree!" Mrs. Weasley's loud voice fills the room.

"Dumbledore didn't want anyone else to know, Mrs. Weasley. I'm sorry, Ron and Hermione don't have to come, it's their choice." Harry tries but she interrupts him.

"I don't see that you have to go either!" She snaps. "You're barely of age, any of you! It's utter nonsense, if Dumbledore needed work done, he had the whole Order at his command! Harry, you must have misunderstood him. Probably he was telling you something he wanted done, and you took it to mean that he wanted you-"

"I didn't misunderstand." Now is Harry's turn to interrupt the woman. "It's got to be me."

I gasp loudly and my mind takes me back to the meeting room, where nothing moved, nothing changed: Voldemort is still talking about how many fingers he cut and the other Death Eaters drink his words like a blind man seeing for the first time.

No one seems to notice my little outburst and I'm glad no one noticed. I would be in great trouble if I got caught not listening to Voldemort's words. I put on my mask, a black and green one, and keep my eyes on him. He stops abruptly and stands, eyes on the door.

Everyone turns around to the now widely open door, only to gasp at the sight in front of us.

A dead owl, laying on the floor with words written across its chest. The bloody words send chills down my back, and I know this situation is getting worse.

Give us Lilith Potter and no one gets hurt.

Aurors. They found me.

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