It was the summer after the incident in the Department of Mysteries. How I had longed to be there with them, fighting alongside my mother and father with the rest of the Death Eaters. How proud I would have made them! Instantly, I would have became Voldemorts favorite as mum always said I would be. I growled, rolling over to the other side of the bed, and got up. I put on my long black robe, and sat on the edge of my bed reading about Curses and Counter curses.

I had an obsession with reading. It was scary. Many Slytherins, though afraid of me, always called me the Hermione of Slytherin. The nickname which is all to obvious, in which I hate. But, I had read almost every book in the library there and was considered one of the best in the school. I guess that's one of the main reasons Hermione hated me. Mostly, I read about the Dark Arts, Potions, and Quidditch. My favorite Quidditch team was the Chudley Canons. Always has been. They aren't the best but, I always went to their games with my father. Dad had always loved the Chudley Canons.

My father built a mini quidditch pitch in our backyard and taught me how to play when I was very young. I was and still am amazing. My favorite position is seeker, because it's what I'm best at. However, Malfoy had to buy his way into it and so therefore, I am stuck with Chaser. I've read all about Quidditch tactics and history. To my father, I am one in a million and am amazing. Therefore, I've been on the Quidditch team ever since.

It was close to the day I would have to go back to Hogwarts but it didn't bother me much. I didn't like Hogwarts as most people did but it wouldn't kill me to go out and learn something I already knew. One of the people I disliked about that school, aside from the fact that Draco Malfoy goes there, is Pansy Parkinson. She loves me and it gets on my nerves. Of course, you have the Slytherin prince which happens to be Malfoy. Mostly by name repetition and popularity. Ask any girl and she says it's because of his hotness. I don't see anything in him that would be remotely hot. Now if he was transferred into a ferret, then maybe.

But you also have the Slytherin Princess, or queen. I just happen to be that person. Mostly because my parents are death eaters and I am the only girl in slytherin who actually loves the Dark Lord. And is not afraid of him. So, Pansy Parkinson goes for the two royal people. She claims to be Malfoy's girlfriend and my best friend. That is absolutely false. She annoys me, but the good part is that she does whatever I tell her to. I could tell her to go jump off a cliff and she would probably do it. No one had that power over her, not even Malfoy.

I don't consider myself to have friends in Slytherins. If I wanted to, I could surely scare some people into being my friends. However, I believe that friends slow you down and it is best to not associate yourself with people of lower status and capability than you. My guess, is that is why Voldemort loves me so much. He never wanted friends in Slytherin either. He had followers, not friends.

That is one of the many ways Malfoy and I are alike. We both think exactly the same. We immerse ourselves in the dark lords example and have followers, not friends. But that is also the main reason we hate each other. We are in constant competition to be the favorite of Voldemort. Well, that's what I consider the competition as.

I had just finished reading about the curse of the bogeys when I heard voices downstairs. I figured my parents were already up and realized I should probably go make breakfast or something. They always told me I didn't have to, but I had read so much about cooking spells, it wasn't even a question. I always made breakfast, and it was always perfect.

However, when I got down there, I saw something I didn't expect. Almost every Death Eater was there, including Voldemort, and Malfoy to my displeasure.

"My lord," I said respectfully. "My humble apologies. I hadn't known you were coming, or I would've made breakfast already. What would you like, sir?"

Voldemort grinned. "No need for that, Persephone." Now, I never liked being called Persephone. Everyone at Hogwarts called me Terra if they wanted to keep their skin. But, I made an exception for Voldemort. He liked the name Persephone so I did not question him. "I'm not hungry."

"Alright, my lord." I smiled and sat down in the only available seat…next to Malfoy.

"Suck up." He mumbled. I glared over at him in a look that said 'if looks could kill.' Quickly, he shut up.

"As I was saying, Draco." He snapped. I smirked and looked at Malfoy through the corner of my eye. He got what he deserved and therefore I let it go. "There is something I need done. At Hogwarts."

"I'll do it, my Lord." I volunteered, with no idea what the mission was. Bellatrix smirked in her seat. Bellatrix had always loved me and always thought that I met her expectations. I was always more than happy to undergo a challenge of the dark lord.

Voldemort laughed. "Such enthusiasm. Well, it wouldn't be so bad to have two on the job. Persephone, Draco, I need this done. This year, you understand. No exceptions, you know what the penalty is. It will be a shame to kill either of you, so get, this, done!" He said sharply.

"Of course, My Lord. What do you want? Your wish is my command."

"I need you two…to kill Albus Dumbledore."

A grin plastered upon my face. This was going to be a fun year. Of course, this would not at all be hard. And, there was no way I couldn't have a little fun with it. "My lord, that is the best mission have I ever been given."

"I'm glad you're excited, Persephone. Now, I know you both are only 16. However, I believe each of you contain talents that benefit more to each other than keeping it to yourselves. My attempts have been futile in the past, I realize that. But at the present time, I have no time to abandon my recent plans to take care of another obvious one that I need carried through. So, I leave it to you two. Both of you would be the better choice because you go to Hogwarts, therefore making it much easier."

This mission was going to make this year so much more interesting. However, the idea had just come to me that I would have to be associated with Malfoy. I looked over at Malfoy who looked most pleased with the idea of this mission. I grimaced at him but he wasn't paying attention. He looked more than happy to fulfill this duty. It sickened me. Why did Voldemort rely on this coward when he could have a powerful, brilliant girl who has read almost every book in every library I'd ever seen? It just wasn't fair. I'd finish this mission myself, without his help. Then I'd earn every bit of the Dark Lords appreciation and gratitude. I'd be welcomed back like a heroine!

"I promise you, this mission will done with the most haste I have in me. You will not be disappointed."