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Chapter 1

The woman walked towards me. She was dressed in black robes and her face was hidden in the shadows. I knew who this was and I was terrified. This was Bellatrix Lestrange, one of the Death Eaters who had just escaped from Azkaban. She walked closer, out of the shadows, her wand drawn and her heavily lidded eyes full of pleasure. She was going to kill me and I knew it. Beforer I knew what I was doing, I pulled out my wand and yelled the first spell that came to my head.
"CRUCIO!"
Bellatrix was thrown to the ground and was writhing in pain, screaming. I was frozen in shock at what I had just did. An unforgivable curse? I thought Oh my gosh, I didn't know I had it in me! A strange pleasure began to seep through me. I was disgusted by it. After a few seconds that each felt like an eternity, the Death Eater got to her feet. Her wand was pointing at me. I knew that I had just sealed my own death.
"Come with me." She said. "Anyone who can perform the Cruciatis curse like that is no Auror. How old are you?"
I was frozen
"If you cannot answer me, I will have no choice but to kill you."
"18" I muttered
"Fresh from Hogwarts then. What house were you in?"
"Slytherin."
She pondered for a moment before speaking again
"I am supposed to recruit new Death Eaters. You seem ideal. You have two choices at the minute. You can either come with me and become a Death Eater or I can kill you right here on the spot."
I thought this through. The good part of me thought You'd rather die than become a Death Eater, you know that but every other molecule in my body thought Isn't this what you've always wanted?" and strangely, in a sick, twisted way, it was right. And that was the moment that my Death Eater Training began.


Chapter 2

I read the parchment for the umpteenth time. My instructions were clear. This was my final training excersize before joining the ranks of the Death Eaters. That idea no longer made me shudder, actually, it made me glow with pride. I disapparated and appeared again in a field on the outskirts of a town. The muggle residence was on the edge of the forest, out of sight of the sleeping village nearby. I swept through the darkness and reached the door. It was locked, naturally. The muggles were cautious, they didn't want people in their house stealing their things.I lifted my wand from my robes.
Alohamora I thought. There was a small glow and the lock clicked. I opened the door and, silently stepped inside. I cast the muffliato charm over the house so that I wasn't heard and crept through the house, up the stairs and into the master bedroom.
The muggle is a male, approximately 75 years old and lives alone. You are to wake him up in any way that you please, perform the Cruciatis Curse on him and attempt the Killing Curse. I remembered the words from the parchment as though I was still reading it. I saw the man curled up peacefully in his bed. These would be his last few moments. I took a deep breath and raised my wand. My ascension into the ranks of the Death Eaters began here.

Wingardium Leviosa I whispered, flicking my wand. The double bed began to rise steadily to the ceiling. I flicked my wand again and the bed gave a jolt and the sleeping man slipped out of the covers. and fell to the ground. Thud! He hit the ground.
"Huh, what? What just happened? I'm awake, I'm awake." The man looked up and saw me and a look of pure dread spread across his face.
"Who are you?" He demanded. "What are you doing in my house? What's that you're holding?" He said, pointing to my wand. "Who are you!?! Who are..."
"Crucio!" I interrupted. His shriek of agony reverberated through the room. I watched as his frail form writhed and twitched in pain. As the curses effects wore off and the wriggling subcided, he began to speak.
"Please...Please stop. Make it stop. Wha...What...What do you...want from me? I'll do any...anything. Just... Just make it stop." he pleaded
"I don't want anything from you." I stated plainly.
"Then.. why..."
"I have orders."
"From...who? And why... me? What did...what did I do?"
His rambling was beginning to irritate me.
"Let me go... please let me..."
"Crucio!"
His screams echoed around the room once more.
"Please! Make it stop! Make it stop!" he shrieked.
Strangely, the act of torturing the poor, helpless muggle that would have made most other witches or wizards wince and cringe just seeing it gave me pleasure. I was enjoying it! But I wasn't disgusted. Once more, the screams subcided and the man lay shaking on the floor, begging for mercy.
"Please! No more, no more! Make...Make it stop!" he pleaded.
"Had enough?"
"Yes... I want it.. I want it to stop.
"Do you want me to end it for you?"
"Yes! Yes...make it...make it go away."
"Ok."
He looked up at me, his fear now mixed with flickers of hope as I raised my wand, as though he though he believed that I would cast a spell that got rid of the pain and made him feel ontop of the world. I would show him mercy, but I wouldn't be that merciful.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
A flash of green light streaked through the air. The muggle screamed and fell limp.
"I've done it." I said quietly. My heart swelled, not with disgust, but with pride. "I've done it!" a grin spread across my face and I disapparated.

Chapter 3

A Death eater that i had not seen before awaited me. He was huge and brutish, looking quite capable of ripping a person limb from limb without lifting his wand.
"Uhh, hello..." i said nervously
He meerly grunted.
"I just finished my training, I was told someone wanted to see me...."
"Oh, it's you. The Dark Lord has been told of your above average progress. He would like to see you. Follow me."
I was shocked. Already, I was being taken to the Dark Lord because I was doing well? It didn't seem possible. Just a month and a half ago I was a kind, well behaved Hogwarts student with plenty of NEWTs under my belt and my career choices wide and varied. I could have become a Ministry Employee, my Charms teacher had recommended it, saying that they heard a post was open in the Department of Transportation that would suit me perfectly. But here I was, not at the Ministry but at completely the other end of the scale, doing well.
The brutish Death Eater lead me to a chamberlike room and knocked softly on the door.
"Come In." said a cold voice.
The Death Eater pushed open the door and indicated for me to go inside. I entered the chamber but he simply turned and walked off, flicking his wand to close the door behind him. It was quite dark in the room but, by the light of the single candle, I could see his face. His eyes were blood crimson with catlike pupils in the centre, his face was like a skull, paler than white and his snakelike nostrils flared at the sight of me, his long, thin fingers caressed his wand.
"I have heard great things about you. Not only were you able to Cruciatis one of my best Death Eaters with no training, it only took you 3 days to master all 3 of the 'unforgivable' curses. I must say, I am impressed. Bellatrix chose her new recruit wisely." he said, scrutinising me with his blood coloured eyes."I would like to see your talent for myself before I begin to trust you." he continued. "I have had a muggle captured for you. Show me your skills."

I raised my wand. "Imperio!" I said and thought my command. I then levitated a small glass bottle from my robes and layed it on the floor. The muggle took the bottle and smashed it against the stone floor. He took a shard of glass and sliced a long wound along his lower, left arm. I released the curse and he dropped the shard of glass and began whimpering in pain at his arm. "Who are you? What are you doing? Who did this?" he ranted, bewildered and terrified. I rolled my eyes.
"Crucio!"
The muggle's screams echoed around the chamber. I took a quick glance at The Dark Lord. His face remained impasive as he watched the muggle writhe and squirm.
"No! No, No! Please no! No more!" the muggle man pleaded.
"Crucio!" I repeated and watched him scream again.
"Please! No more! NO MORE! Make it stop!"
I raised my wand again.
"NO! Please! Please no! I'd rather die!"
"Crucio!" I yelled for the third time.
"KILL ME!" the muggle screamed. "MAKE IT STOP! KILL ME!"
"If I must." I sighed. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
The muggle screamed for one last time then fell silent and limp. I looked around at the dark Lord. "I must say, I'm impressed." he said. "I don't think anyone has earned their Mark so soon."
"The Dark Mark? Me?" I asked, shocked.
"Yes. You have just succeded in climbing to the rank of 'Death Eater'"

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Chapter 4

My left arm still smarted and burned slightly from where the Dark Mark had been tatooed across it. I admired my reflection in the mirror, my new, black robes falling smoothly to the ground, my chocolate brown hair puled back into a bun so that I could get my hood up easily, the silvery mask in my hand reflecting the light of the candles. I glanced at the clock. It was nearly time. I pulled my tall, pinted hood up and placed the mask upon my face. With a flick of my wand, the door opened and the candles went out. I left my bedroom, a feeling of nervousness and excitement bubbling inside me. My first mission as a Death Eater. I hope it goes well... Suddenly, my nerves swelled. What if it all goes wrong, what if my first assignment ia also my last... I was scared now. Then I had a stroke of genius. I hurried to my Potions cupboard and opened the door.
"Accio Liquid Luck!" A small phial of sunshine golden liquid soared out of the cupboard and into my hand. I uncorked it and took a swig. Suddenly, my nerves died away and a warm, bright hope took their place. I replaced the phial, closed the cupboard door and left the house, disapparating as soon as I had reached the corner of the deserted street.

I opened my eyes and gulped in lungfuls of fresh air. There was already another Death Eater there, I recognised him as Yaxley. Suddenly, there was a loud CRACK! and Dolohov appeared. We were going in to put an Imperius curse on the Head of the Department of Transport, the same man that i would probably be working for if things had happened differently, if I had never met Bellatrix in that dark alleyway just two weeks earlier. We needed to imperius as many influential people in the Ministry as possible in order to cause it's downfall. We walked towards the mansion like house and checked for protective enchantments. Luckily, he must have forgotten to put them on (thank you, Liquid Luck!). We continued towards the door.
"Alohamora!" the door swung open and we continued towards the stairs and to his study. He was sitting at his desk, writing on a piece of parchment with a huge, peacock tail feather quill. The second he saw us, his eyes widened and he drew a breath to yell something but Dolohov was too quick for him.
"Imperio!"
The man's eyes emptied for a few seconds then he continued writing on the parchment. We left the house quickly and disapparated. It had gone extremely well. From apparation to disapparation, it had been less than 5 minutes! My first mission as a Death Eater, completed. My heart swelled with pride. Elated, I went to be debriefed.

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Chapter 5

"It went extremely well, my Lord." Dolohov said. "The job was completed within 5 minutes. There were no security charms on the house at all. It was very strange."
The Dark Lord said nothing, he looked deep in thought. "It seems you are being truthful. I believe that our newest recruit had an idea. What was it again?"
I flushed at being adressed directly by The Dark Lord but muttered "I took a mouthful of Felix Felicis before we left."
"Liquid Luck?" said Yaxley "Genius, why did I never think of that?"
"Because you're an idiot?" suggested Dolohov.
Yaxley raised his wand menacingly but after catching a venomous glare from the Dark lord, he settled with raming his wandtip at Dolohovs arm.
"Sunken to the level of using muggle violence then have you?" I jeered at Dolohov. I knew that he wouldn't dare attack me. After all, you're not supposed to curse a girl. Dolohov shot me an acid glare and I smirked at him.

We were out in another room and Dolohov cornered me. "What do you think you were doing back in there?" He growled.
"Stating my opinion." I said simply and continued to walk. He moved in front of me again stopping me.
"You dare humiliate me again and I'll..."
"You'll what?" I snapped, staring him down.
He was silent.
"Just what I thought." I said and, without another word, I left him looking as though he'd been stunned. I kept walking deeper into the woods, wanting some time to think when I saw them. Two wizards, dressed in Auror uniform. I froze, they froze. I was still in my Death Eater robes. One drew his wan and raised it.
"Stupe..."
But I was too quick for him.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" I yelled and a flash of green light exploded from the tip of my wand. The man crumpled.
"Obliviate!" The second Auror's eyes became vacant momentarily. I disapparated before he even knew that I existed.

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Chapter 6

The only annoying part of being a Death Eater was that you were in constant danger of being uncovered and thrown in Azkaban and that made it tricky to have an actual house. So, within a fortnight of being promoted into the ranks of the Dark Lords followers, I had packed up, lock, stock and barrel and moved out.

My new home was a place where we could live in minimal danger of being discovered. We all knew that Cornelius Fudge's blissful ignorance couldn't last forever and, after the recent goings on inside Ministry walls, all Death Eaters were in danger. Occupational Hazard I thought to myself Nothing to worry about, just don't be careless. We lived in a cave, deep underground. The Dark Lord was a secret keeper and several powerful charms repelled muggles and most wizards and witches come to think of it. Only people with the Dark Mark could get in. In addition, all inhabitants had to make an Unbreakable Vow and then, eventually, we were let in. I had a small room deep in the bowels of a huge, complex cave system. I had a roommate named Matilda. She had a hammock on the other side of the hollow. We weren't very close, often not talking much except for the occasional "Hi." She was a little bit on the chubby side with frizzy black curls and slightly murky brown eyes.She wasn't exactly the prettiest person ever but she can throw one heck of a curse and has reflexes to rival a Cobra and had been a Death Eater ever since Harry Potter claimed to have seen the Dark Lord return in the graveyard. Not to be messed with.

Finally, we had another assignment. We had been lying low ever since the whole ministry fiasco, and many of us except the innemost circle of Death Eaters went without orders for about a month. Then, me, Matilda and a guy called Zak were given orders to 'take care of' a wizard and his 2 sons who were getting just a little to curious. They were trying to get at our cave system and it couldn't be tolerated. We were told "We would prefer that you not kill them so close to our caves unless it is absoloutly necessary. Just get rid of them and make sure that they don't come back." Matilda looked slightly disgruntled at the lack of killing required but Zak seemed to have extreme difficulty suppressing his groan of disappointment. But we went anyway.

The balding brown haired wizard with a hitler moustache looked around with a wary curiosity. His two sons, one with slightly lighter brown hair, one with blonde hair so pallid that it almost looked white, seemed annoyed.
"So what is this thing you're looking for, anyway?" said the pale haired boy loudly.
"Ummm..." murmured the father.
"Exactly. Why do you keep wasting our time?"
"You don't have to be here!" snapped his dad.
We watched the argumnent between the father and the pale haired son. The brown haired boy looked significantly unimpressed, even bored.
"This is too easy." murmured Zak.
"Shut up, I growled. "On the count of three. One...two..."
"Obliviate!" we whispered unison.
The agrument ceased abruptly and the three mens eyes went momentarily empty before refocusing.
"Where are we?" The father said.
"Haven't the foggiest. Whose idea was it to come here? It wasn't mine!" said the brown haired son, looking unconvinced.
"Well, one of you must be lying because it wasn't me!" said the pale haired boy arrogantly. The fighting resumed again.
"Would you cut it out!?! yelled the brown haired boy. "Lets just get out of here." and they disapparated.
"Well that was stupidly easy. I'm kind of disappointed at that. Did you have another swig of Liquid luck?" said Zak.
"No." I replied.
"Shame, I would have loved to have..."
"Let's just go." snapped Matilda. So we left, all feeling kind of annoyed at how well it went.

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Chapter 7
"I cannot believe how stupidly easy that was. Why do we always get the ridiculous jobs, why can't the higher rankers get the easy jobs instead? Why do they get to do the fun stuff?" Matilda ranted.
"The answer is the question." I said simply, only half paying attention.
"What on earth is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that because the jobs are fun, the higher ranking Death Eaters get them; and vice versa."
"It's not fair!"
"Life's not fair." I replied curtly, pulling my hood down over my eyes. She recognized the finality in my tone and, sighing, she lapsed into silence.

A few hours later, the silence was broken by the sound of ruffling parchment. After a moment, two small, emerald green, parchment serpents soared into the room. Their slim necks were stretched out in front of them as they slithered across the slightly stale air. One of them turned and began to float towards me, moving as though it was on solid ground, not thin air, the other turned towards Matilda. They were quite small and oddly graceful as they undulated across the room. The snake coming towards me landed on my outstretched palm and curled into a spiral, its parchment tongue still flickering in and out. Matilda glared with wide, cautious eyes at the parchment creature that had settled on her shoulder. Suddenly, they both opened their paper mouths wide and a piece of parchment flew out, landing on our bunks. Matilda sat there, carefully eying the folded green note as though it was about to catch fire. I picked mine up. Written in an elegant script on one side was my name. I unfolded the emerald parchment carefully. The writing continued in the same neat script;
We have another assignment for you.
We heard that you are gifted at making potions. Rumor of the Felix Felicis stunt has spread quickly through such a small, tightly packed community. Anyone who can brew something as advanced as that is no amateur. Hopefully you will be able to brew a Wolfsbane potion for us. We can provide any ingredients or equipment you may require. We will need a 3 year supply (or one year each for three people) If you cannot make the potion, that is no problem, we will have Severus do it. If you do or do not brew the potion, we will need you to administer it. We have captured 3 werewolves unwilling to join our cause. We will need you to convince them to take the potion. They will then keep their human minds during transformation but we trust you already know that. It also means that they will be able to be imperiused the same as a human. When you have brewed the potion, you will need to administer it to them and place an Imperius curse on them that will force them to join our cause. Then take them to Fenir Greyback and he will take it from there. Take as much time as you need to create the potion just make sure it is right. If you don’t think you can brew it, just tell us though if you will attempt it, reply with what you will need. Please inform us when you are finished.
Thank you.

I took a moment or two to think it over then got out a thick, dusty, leather bound volume and looked up the potion. Then, I got out another piece of emerald green parchment and my beautiful swan feather quill and scrawled my reply;
I will attempt the potion.
I will need: and I scribbled a list of ingredients. Then I folded the parchment into a small square and, unsure, stopped what I was doing. The snake, which had coiled on my bunk, looked up at me with eyes that had been drawn onto its head. It slithered through the air towards me and hissed “Where too?”
I froze.
“Umm, could you deliver this note to the person who sent me this please” I said and indicated to the letter that lay, unfolded, on my bunk.
“Can do.” It hissed and swallowed the folded parchment whole and slithered through the air out of the room. I glanced at Matilda who was still staring, dumbstruck at the snake. I cleared my throat loudly, snapping her out of her stupor and she took the note and read it quickly, her eyes flitting across the page. She got up and hurried to get her quill and some parchment and stubbed her toe in the hurry. Cussing angrily, she scribbled her reply and folded it, tossing it to the snake. “Send this to the guy who sent me that.” She said, pointing to her note. The snake nodded its parchment head and slithered into the air, swallowing the letter as it went. She was still annoyed at her stubbed toe. I rolled my eyes and waved my wand and her cussing subsided. She opened her mouth to thank me but before she could say anything, I said “Don’t mention it.” And pulled my hood back down over my face.

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Chapter 8

I checked the picture of the potion in the book against the real thing. They looked identical. It was finished, eventually. Matilda was out with a muggle hunting party but she wasn't actually doing any hunting. She was keeping away any witches and wizards that tried to put a stop to it. To say that she was really annoyed was the understatement of the year. She was furious.

I scrawled a note on a piece of emerald green parchment.
I have finished the Wolfsbane potion. What now?
I folded the letter and fed it to a small parchment snake. It blinked its ink eyes and flicked its red paper tongue. "Where too?" it hissed.
"The instructor." I replied. The snake set off, undulating through thin air as though it was slithering over an invisible platform. The instructor was the person who gave me my missions, as I called them. I layed back on my bed and opened a book. It was Rita Skeeters autobiography. It wasn't very good, it was just trying to glamourise her. I despised her but I liked her articles about Harry Potter. He needed to be taken down a few notches. Suddenly, I heard the ruffling of parhment as the snake returned, slithering through the air. It landed on my bed and spat out a note.
Take the potion to the prison block in the lower west wing. It's cell 7. Make them take the potion however you like, torture them, threaten them, imperius them, as long as they take it. Then place the imperius curse on them to do whatever Fenir Greyback or any other Death Eater tells them to. Then take them to Greyback and he will take it from there.
The note said in the elegant script. I poured 3 goblets of the Wolfsbane potion and took them to the cell.

The three halfbreeds sat huddled in the cell. There was a teenager, she looked like a witch, a muggle child, about 8 and a man maybe a year older that myself. I raised my wand.
The muggle child spoke "Why is she pointing a stick at us?"
"It's not a stick its a wand you idiot now keep your mouth shut before she uses it to kill you." the young witch snapped.
"Now, we can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way. You can take this potion without resistance or complaint and I will leave you alone. Or, you can put up a fight and I will put you through more pain than you ever thought humanly possible to experience, capeesh?"
They were silent.
I placed a goblet in front of each person and watched them drink every last drop without complaint.
"Good. Petrificus Totalus!" The three of them froze.
"Imperio! Imperio! Imperio!" I chanted then released the body bind curse and escorted them to Greyback, almost wondering what misery he was going to put them through before I realised I didn't care. I handed him the rest of the potion and left without another word.

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Chapter 9

To say that Matilda was in a bad mood was a gross understatement. It was scary how angry she actually was. It was the end of the day and my roomate came back from the Muggle Hunting trip. If looks could kill, I would have been dead a million times. She flopped against her hammock and stayed there, unmoving, for about a day, never leaving for even food or water. Eventually, I was annoyed.
"What is wrong with you!?" I yelled.
She sat up.
"I JUST GOT SENT ON A STUPID MUGGLE HUNTING TRIP AND DIDN'T GET TO DO ANY STUPID HUNTING!!!" she bellowed, or words to that effect anyway.
"Jeesh, calm down..."
"Calm down? CALM DOWN!" Matilda was almost hysterical now.
"It was just a job, if you feel that bad about it you should tell someone. But meanwhile, I think there was someone in Africa who didn't hear you."
Matildas next sentence was more of a roar but I did make out the words Avada Kedavra and ducked swiftly a few moments before a jet of green light went shooting over my head.Suddenly, another parchment snake slithered through the air into the room. It spat out a note and waited for the note to be read. The letter remeained untouched. The snake unfolded the note with its tail and its mouth and began to hiss the note.
"Matilda...
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" she yelled and the parchment snake burst into flames and began to burn. Matilda continued to scream hexes at everything. The shelf holding her potions exploded and droplets splashed everywhere.
"SHUT UP!" I yelled with my wand in my hand. Somehow, it worked. Her mouth opened and closed like a goldfish but there was no sound. I threw a small phial to her and snapped "Drink." it was a calming potion. She drank it without complaint, either that or I couldn't hear the complaint, then her rage reddened face turned back to a normal colour. The spell that made her be quiet released.
"Reparo!" she muttered and the shelf and glass bottles upon it fixed themselves.
"You really need to go to an anger management class." I commented before opening my book and continuing to read.
Matildas mouth opened to retort but she closed it again, realising that she ought not to or risk being blown into millions of pieces.


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Chapter 10

The parchment snake landed on my bed and spat out the note.
You have received an owl. We have not read it but we have used a dark detector and it came up clean. You may want to watch out.
Then the snake spat out something else, a letter in an envelope with a red yellow, gold and black seal. My family crest. Every wizarding member of my family for generations had been in either Hufflepuff or Gryffindor. Until I was sorted that is. My mother and father were shocked when I was placed in Slytherin, in fact, they were almost disgusted. I, however, glowed with pride.
I tore off the vile seal and vanished it. Then I read the letter.
Where on Earth are you?!? You've been missing for months, everybody thinks that you're dead! Or in Azkaban or being held hostage! Your house sold, your owls unread, it was like you'd disappeared off the face of the Earth!For all we know you could have gone and joined the Death Eaters! But we know you have more sense than that, even though you are the first Slytherin in our family for over 300 years!
On the off-chance that you do read this letter, your twin brothers have arrived safely at Hogwarts. Timmy is now a Hufflepuff and Tommy a Gryffindor! How wonderful!
Anyway, please reply if you get this, it's driving your brothers, your father and I mad with worry.
All the best
-Mum xxx

I rolled my eyes. It was just like my Mum to worry like that. I scrawled a reply.
Relax! I'm fine. Honestly, you worry too much. I found myself a nice new home in the countryside and a comfortable job that I'm enjoying. I found loads of new friends in the neighborhood too. And my brothers names are Timothy and Thomas. Not Timmy and Tommy. If they heard you calling them that they'd have your guts for garters.
I promise I'll be ok.
I love you!
I didn't want to have to lie to my Mother but some of that wasn't exactly the whole truth either. But what she didn't know couldn't hurt her. And now I had another Gryffindor and another Hufflepuff in my family. Great I thought.

Then Matilda came in. "Hey what's that?"
"Letters from my family."
"Lucky. My family abandoned me as soon as they heard I was a Death Eater. They don't have the guts to turn me in though." she said, biting down on an apple.
"I just had some really great news!" the sarcasm dripped so thickly from my voice you could almost see it. "My twin little brothers hve been sorted. One's a Hufflepuff and the other's a Gryffindor."
"Ooh" she said, wincing.
"I know."
I sealed the envelope with a green seal and addressed it to my mother.
"Anyway, you'll never guess what I heard." Matilda began darkly.
"What?"
"Theres a rumor going around about our status. Apparently only the inner circle are branded with the Dark Mark and they'd never get locked away in this dump. We aren't what they tell us we are."
I glanced down and my left wrist curiously.
"I heard someone in the caves tried to summon him. It didn't work. These aren't real Dark Marks. These are just regular, common garder tatoos. No magical properties whatsoever."
My eyes widened in shock.
"Not real..." I trailed off.
"The stinging and the burning is just a charm. They are in fact just fake, stick on tatoos with a Permanent Sticking Charm on them. You can press your finger against them and it don't do squat. Evidently the Dark Lord doesn't trust us."
"Of course he does!" I snapped back.
"How can he!"
"He just does! Yes, the marks are a bit of a Swizz but that doesn't mean he doesn't trust us. You evidently aren't as loyal as some of the others in these caves. You are forever moaning about how bitterly unfair the jobs are and now you have the nerve to say that the Dark Lord does not trust us! And you call youself a Death Eater." I spat.
She looked ashamed.
"If anyone had heard you you would be dead by now." I growled with undisguised malice.
Then she opened her mouth to say something but seeing the disgust in my expresion, closed it again. She seemed to have a habbit of that.

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Chapter 11
It had only been a few minutes before Matilda's rant but I heard the heavy stomp of footsteps. A girl from a dorm across the corridor named Joanne, a Metamorphagus in fact, stormed into the room, her hair was blazing red and orange like fire. Her teeth and nails were sharp as though they were fangs and claws.
"I heard you!" she shrieked "Every word. Spit it out, who was it? Who dares to insult the Dark Lord!"
I had no loyalty to Matilda, I had made no promises to her. I raised my hand and pointed to her. She narrowed her eyes at me viciously. She opened her mouth to scream at me but I cut her off.
"I never promised not to tell anybody. What you said deserves to be punished." I spat, the malice and disgust thick in my voice.
Matilda was fuming. Not thinking to get out her wand, she grabbed one of my elixers from the shelf and hurled it at me.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" The small phial floated gently back onto the shelf. She hurled another one with the same result.
"Protego!" Now she couldn't get at the potions that took me up to a month to brew.
The Metamorphagus girl was watching as she vented her rage on me. Both her and I were getting bored by now.
"Pertificus Totalus!" she said and Matilda froze. "I challenge you to a duel which you will not win. It will not be to the death because I daresay your roommate will want a piece of you for hurling her elixers around like a common muggle child hurls rocks." The Joanne growled."And you'll pay for turning my hair Gryffindor colours!" she continued, indicating to her fiery gold and red hair, which then promptly became black with thin green and silver highlights framing her face."You will be at the duel. Sunset, at the Cliff Tower. If you don't show up, that'll be the last sunset you'll ever see. Understood?"
I removed the body-bind curse from Matilda and she nodded soundlessly.
"And I will make sure that most of the community are there. See you at sunset." And with that, the Metamorphagus swept out of the room.

I didn't speak to my roommate until it was 5 minutes to sunset. She had a gleam in her eye that looked like she had a plan.
"You will duel. There are at least two people who will fight you and, if you're not finished by then, I'm sure that some of the audience will want a turn. You are most likely going to be dead by the end of the night whether you run like the coward you are or fight like the idiot you are. You may be able to throw a good curse and you may have lightening reflexes but if you are winning against Joanne, I will join the fight. If it's two against one, you cannot win. This may be called a duel but really, it's punishment. And I will make sure that you turn up. Imperio!"
She marched behind me to the Cliff Tower, a tower of rock near a deep fissure in the land. A 300 foot cliff with a sheer jagged edge rose from a freezing, fast flowing river filled with sharp boulders that jutted out from the water, forming rapids that went on for miles. The tower had a courtyard inside it's base and the ceiling was held up by pillars of rock that made it look like an ancient Greek temple with a tall tower of rock ontop of it. This was the battle arena, the courtyard where many duels had been held before. An audience that consisted of most of the residents of the caves was crowded around the space. Joanne was standing coolly at one side of the courtyard. Matilda wove her way through the crowd and stood on the opposite side of the paved square. Small tufts of grass grew between the irregular slabs of rock that had been worn smooth by countless duelers. Matilda's eyes were full of a deep dread. I walked to the centre of the stage.
"My Fellow Death Eaters!" my voice echoed, magically amplified, through the crowd. "This woman, Matilda, has been challenged to a duel by Joanne as punishment for doubt and disrespect. She may not deserve it but we are sparing her from the wrath of the Dark Lord. Joanne will be dueling her to begin with. I will be her second and will duel after Joanne has finished. If you wish to have a turn, please sign your names on the parchment here." I indicated to a piece of parchemnt and a quill that were hovering by the edge of the arena. about dozen people began making their way towards it.
"Let the battle begin NOW!"
The oponents bowed to eachother and then the duel began.
Joanne and Matilda circled. Shakily, Matilda mumbled "Stupefy!" and the jet of red light quivered slowly through the air then faltered and vanished.
Joanne laughed as Matilda tried again. This time, a proper Stunning spell arched towards it's target.
"Protego!" The stream of light exploded and vanished.
"Here's a real spell. Crucio!" the Curse hit Matilda and she collapsed onto the stone floor, writhing and screeching.
"Get up. Get up so I can duel you properly! Imperio!" the still writhing woman got to her feet and picked up her wand. "And fight properly! Then maybe your life will last a few minutes longer!"
"Crucio!" Matilda spat. Joanne's back arched inwards and she stifled a groan. However, the curse was only half-hearted and the victim regained composure within 5 seconds. But Matilda was slightly heartened by the mildly successful Cruciatis Curse.
"Levicorpus!" Joanna was lifted by her ankle into the air. She yelled in rage and shot a jet of green light at Matilda. She ducked out of the way and staggered.
"Save some for me!" I called then reversed the effects of the Levicorpus charm and Joanne was back on her feet and angry, very angry.
"Sectumsempra!" Matilda's left hand had been cursed straight off. Her face twisted in pain, she crumpled.
"No, please..." Matilda groaned. "No more..."
"Honestly." I said, walking towards her. "You sound like the muggle I tortured once."
She continued to whimper.
"Silencio!" I yelled and the whimpering was muffled. "Now, you can have one nights rest but the duel will continue tomorrow, same time same place. And you will all get your turns! Don't fear!" I added and a few of the people in the audience nodded, satisfied.

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Sorry if this is a bit gruesome guys, I wanted a very tense climaxy sort of thing
Chapter 12

We were at the Cliff Tower. It was sunset. There were more people there than the night before and the atmosphere was so dense you could cut it with a knife. Sheer terror radiated from Matilda like heat from a flame. Joanne was happy with her victory, she had forced Matilda into begging for mercy and that, to her, was a clear win. Now it was my turn.

I wore a simple Emerald Green robe, and I had forced Matilda to wear red and yellow. The audience jeered at her calling her the Gryffinpuff and the Huffledore and, strangest of all, the Gruffledoorf. Her morale lowered even more, her eyes were sparkling with tears .
"People." My voice, magically intensified, resounded through the air "I am truly sorry but I doubt that Matilda will survive this duel." Disappointment broke through in mumbles and groans. "But you have my word that you can do whatever you please to her once I have finished. She will not be allowed to rest in peace. More like pieces. Slice her apart, blow her up, drop her down the cliff, do whatever you please, when I have finished. And I promise that I will show no mercy." A malicious grin spread across my face as I faced my opponent. Nobody would care that she was dead, fights to the death between the low ranking Death Eaters were more common than the deaths from Auror attacks. Maybe even larger than the rate of those being put in Azkaban, which was quite small because we were quite skilled at being inconspicuous. This was just another duel. Just another death. Just another soldier lost in battle.

"Let the Duel begin... NOW!" yelled Joanne.

Furnunculus!” I yelled. It was a simple jinx, but it was amusing to watch ugly boils sprout on Matilda’s arms and face. She looked livid.
”Incendio!” she cried, enraged. A bolt of flame shot towards me at split in two, forming a ring around me.
”Aguamenti!” the jet of water hit the flames and, with a hiss, they became smoke, which rose into the air.
”Expelliarmus!”
”Protego!” The red bolt exploded as it hit my shield. Matilda was truly desperate now.
”Uhhh... Serpensortia!” A slim, black snake erupted from the end of her wand. It hissed, flicking it’s tongue and curling to strike.
”Calm Down.” I cooed ”I’m not going to hurt you. In return, please refrain from hurting me.” The words escaped my mouth in a soft hiss. The snake hesitated, then coiled into a perfect spiral and fell asleep. ”Avada Kedavra!” I whispered and, almost unnoticeably, it died. I looked up and the crowd was aghast and the fear radiating from Matilda was so strong that you could almost feel it hitting you in great waves.
“Yes, I’m a parselmouth! That’s why I’m the only Slytherin in my family for hundreds of years. My dad was a descendant of Salazar Slytherin’s sister! My brother’s had a naive Hufflepuff father, but mine, a descendant of Elithabetha Slytherin... no wonder I’m a parselmouth when I’m the heir of a witch so deep in the Dark Arts she could give even Bellatrix Lestrange a run for her money! At least you knew before you died...”
Matilda was scared, deeply and truly, but she tried to put on a brave face.
”Crucio!” she yelled. The jet of light shivered through the air.
”Diffindo!” Our spells collided in midair, exploding in a scatter of sparks.
”Ferula!” Matilda’s left arm was suddenly cast in a splint. She took a moment to pull it off.
“Now I am beginning to tire at watching you attempt to fight me.” I said.
”Stupefy!” I deflected the spell wordlessly.
“You will die very painfully and very, very soon. Crucio!”
Her screams echoed through the air as she fell to her knees and sobbed. A jeer rose from the audience. A stunning spell flew towards her and she crumpled, unconscious.
“A little restraint please, we don’t want her humanely euthanized. Ennervate”
“Please... please, no. I’ll do anything just make it stop. Don’t kill me! NO!”
“You can all join in now. Those wishing to participate may cast a Cruciatis Curse at her, but make sure it’s not too strong, we don’t want her to die just yet.”
Several yells of ”Crucio!” sounded and Matilda’s screams were so loud and so agonised that they drowned out the cheering, jeers and applause. Her black hair hung limp and sodden with tears and the light was fading from her murky brown eyes. She was no longer the Death Eater who could kill you in a heartbeat and react faster than a cobra. She was just a woman on the edge of death. I felt no empathy, I just pitied her. Her screams faded into sobs of fear and pain.
“You are about to die. Goodbye Matilda. {i]Avada...[/i] no, I have a better idea.” She looked up hopefully.
”Sectumsempra!” The gashes sliced across her as though someone was wielding an invisible sword.The blood pulsed like a crimson fountain from her torso. A scream echoed out, louder and more painful than before. ”Crucio!” but her screams could not get any louder. Her voice faltered and fell into sobs.
“When she is dead, you may do as you wish.” I said simply, the turned and walked away, leaving my dying roommate to the wrath of the other Death Eaters.