Lilith's POV

"It's not an option, we're not going to throw her out!"

Their voices echo around the house, but Draco's one is the deepest and angriest. He's against me being arrested by the Aurors, like every other Death Eater here. They don't want to admit it but they've learned how to like me and live with the fact that I'm Lilith Potter.

Voldemort stands from his seat on the couch, the small group in front of him kneeling by his feet. I'm supposed to do it as well but Voldemort holds out his hand for me to take it.

"We, my dear, are not going to let them take you away from us." He slowly says near my head. "But we won't let this little threat go. We will seek revenge and take away from them their precious little boy."

I look up to find him glaring at the window in annoyance.

"Find him, bring him to me... Alive." He says to the other Death Eaters and they quickly nod and run out of the room, leaving me alone with Voldemort, the Malfoys and Bellatrix.

I avoid eye contact with anyone around me but when my name is said, I shyly look at Narcissa.

"I'm sorry dear, but I believe Master has some other news for you."

'Master', as she and of the other sick minded people here calls him, sits on the couch again, patting the seat near him for me to sit.

"You and some of my best Death Eaters will bring Harry Potter to me. And you won't fail." He threatens, his last words scarring my brain.

I don't have a choice but to help them; but I know one thing. I won't let them touch my brother, even if that's the last thing I do in my life.

If I can save him, I will. Even if I have to die to do so.

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I look at the enormous tent that stands in the middle of the Weasley's property. Lights and laughter fill the air around us, our dark masks camouflaged by the darkness of the night. The eerie feeling on my stomach is still there, reminding me of what we are about to do.

"Ready, folks?" Bruno asks, his voice coming out muffled because of his mask. "It's now or never."

Draco isn't here. Voldemort gave him a different task, and I'm worried about him. Since the day I killed Dumbledore, Voldemort has been acting cold towards him; because Draco was the one who was to kill him, not me.

"Are you sure we have to do this?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

"Master wants this to happen, so our job is to make it happen." Bruno answers. "We shouldn't question his orders."

His devotion to Voldemort scares me. What if I end up like them? I'm not mean, am I? I think I'm not mean, I'm just doing this to protect my brother. This mission can't go right, I have to find something and end this.

"But what if we just scare them and leave?"

"Master wants your brother. And that's what we're here to find. We just have to wait for the signal."

I don't know what the signal is, but Bruno will warn me as soon as the time comes. I'm nervous, I can't stop shaking, hands gripping my cloak.

Silence embraces me, despite the happy laughter coming from the giant tent. I feel empty inside, my heart beating like crazy as the plan develops inside my mind. I have to distract everyone of I want to protect Harry. I knew it won't be easy but it's worth it. I'll make it look like a trap, like I got 'captured' but them.

"I have an idea." I say out loud, every Death Eater turning to me. "I know how to catch my brother, and he'll fall for it."

Amycus hisses under his mask, as his sister protests.
 
"Let her speak." He whispers to his sister, gripping her arm.

The fact that he told her to shut up makes me feel a lot better, like I'm finally being accepted by my fellow Death Eaters. In fact, and I know this is wrong, I feel at home when I'm with them. We joke around, prank each other and talk about life. And problems, but I tend to keep stuff to myself so they don't know that much about me.

But it still feels good.

She fights against her brother's hold but he doesn't let go of her, so she eventually stops and lets me express my idea.

"I know my brother, better than anyone else, and we could pretend I'm your prisoner and that you came here to kill me in front of all of them. I believe he'll try to save me. If he doesn't, I can always 'fight' you and run away towards their group. I think they wouldn't let me die."

They stare at me for a few seconds until Bruno interrupts the silence. He starts clapping and nodding his head.

"That's actually a brilliant idea." He claps his hands and I bow playfully. "I never thought you could use your brain like that."

"Thank you, thank you."

Bruno wipes his gaze towards the tent and smiles deviously as words are heard, coming from the tent.

"The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming." The voice repeats these words three times before Bruno grabs my hand and pulls me to his chest.

"I hope you're ready to make your plan happen."

I don't hear the screams caused by our actions. I just hear my brother's voice calling out my name, his arms wide open for me to join him...

I'm sorry...

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It's me!! Again! I'm so happy about this story that I believe I can dance around my house until dawn. But I won't I'm tired and I wrote this for you guys, so sorry if this is short! Hope you liked it!

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