"Harry, why do you refuse to understand everything that has been happening since the beginning of this year? I help Voldemort; I am his one of his main Death Eaters!" In the dim light of the room darkened the little girl's hair to black. She yelled at Harry Potter with ruthless abandon and Harry couldn't help staring down at the girl he had once loved. The dark sprawl of her hair gave her a halo of evil and malice surrounding her head and the hard glint in her eyes showed just how much she had changed. Harry saw deep dislike and anger hiding behind the girl's cold mask. Harry felt like it was slightly ironic that, after all the years and all the time he had spent in the company of this girl, it had taken him this long to realize that she was not the bright eyed angel she appeared. She took a small step closer toward Harry and he couldn't help wincing back from her.

The girl smirked and chuckled darkly. "Now you are beginning to see. I am the one who tells Voldemort important Order information. Me! And all of you have been leaving the information lying around where any innocent enterprising girl could pick it up and report it to someone who actually matters." The girl straightened her spine and smiled coldly up at the taller boy. "I'm leaving." She smirked at the shocked boy before apparating away to join the enemy.

Harry fell onto his knees, stunned. The last true hope for the Order had just disappeared because of his stupidity back in Hogwarts. His shoulders shook as he started to cry while the memories came back to him, memories of a little girl eagerly helping him in his crusade against Voldemort. She had always been there for support and love. How could he have missed her defection? Why had he been so blinded that he couldn't see when she was struggling to decide which side to give her strength to? Now, well now it was too late. She was gone and the Order of the Phoenix had suffered a very hard blow.

One-Year Previous-

Draco Malfoy sat on his bed with his head in his hands. He would be boarding the train returning to school in the morning and he hated packing. True he had the house elves do everything strenuous, but there were some items that he did not wish anyone to know he owned. Mostly it was dark magic books and items that he would need at school but he also hid an extra wand and various other things that would help him escape from the school if he were to be caught. It was late at night, nearing morning and all Draco had to look forward to was yet another year of torment at the hands of Potter and his friends. Draco shook his head and sighed before getting up to put away the last few spell books.

He was just fitting the false bottom back into his trunk when his right arm suddenly sized up painfully. With a quiet snarl to himself, Draco stood and rushed into his closet. When he emerged he was wearing a long, hooded, black cloak, and had a white mask in his hands, the mask of a death eater.

He concentrated on the pain in his dark mark and received an image of where to apparate. A second later his bedroom was empty save for the House Elf who had come to finish the packing.

Draco reappeared in the middle of a dark field. Near his position was a large dark looming mansion. It reminded Draco of his own home but was smaller and much more rundown. In the middle of the field was a short stunted tree. It was bent and crabbed, with only a few brown leaves on it. Draco thought the symbolization of a dead tree was perfect for Voldemort and his Death Eater meeting. After all, weren't they trying to destroy the wizarding world and replace it with Voldemort as absolute ruler? Draco shrugged absentmindedly and started walking towards the circle of black cloaked figures he could see forming around the tree.

Draco took his place in the circle beside his father and another person whom he had never been introduced to. Voldemort liked to keep all of the names of his loyal followers to himself. When Draco turned to look at the dying tree in the middle of the circle, he saw two figures standing side by side underneath the low hanging dead branches. One was the Dark Lord, in all of his glory. The other was a short figure who seemed to be perfectly comfortable standing with Voldemort in the center of a circle of blood thirsty Death Eaters. Draco could not tell who the person was because he had a hood covering his face but Draco knew that whoever it was, he were very important to the cause.

The circle filled quickly and soon Voldemort walked out from underneath the tree. Murmurs of "Master" and "Dark Lord", went around the circle, but stopped abruptly when Voldemort held a white, long fingered hand in the air, commanding silence from his followers.

"Tonight my Death Eaters, I give you a surprise and a…" Voldemort paused for a moment as if contemplating the correct words to use, "…a game." His high cruel voice echoed through the black figures around him. "We now have an advantage over the old fool Dumbledore and his Order of the Phoenix!" Cheers rang through the empty valley as the Death Eaters realized how important this was for their cause. Draco yelled along with them but it was more for show that for actual happiness. He was more interested in the dark figure and the game Voldemort had mentioned than what was probably a very minute advantage over Dumbledore.

"One of the members of the Order, someone who would never be suspected of treason, has joined our cause!" Voldemort waited for the cheers to die down before gesturing his hand towards the small, unknown figure near the tree. The person walked over to Voldemort and bowed his head to him. "This young child has proved its will to fight on our side. My followers, we now have a spy inside of the Order of the Phoenix!" Cheers broke out among the thicker Death Eaters, as the significance of this was finally explained to their slow minds.

Voldemort held up his hand again, and again silence was given immediately. "This youngling shall not be receiving the dark mark yet. I believe that for the safety of our continued source of information, it is in our best interests to leave all possible leads to the true alliance of our spy, such as the Dark Mark, absent from our spy."

The Death Eaters murmured in agreement and nodded to show the Dark Lord that they agreed to his brilliant plan.

"Also, I have a very important announcement!" Voldemort continued, "As we are nearing the great battle against the Order of the Phoenix I have begun to organize my government and the people who will be running it under me." Voldemort watched as all attention was fixed on him and smiled coldly. His Death Eaters were so hungry for power. "Due to reasons of my own, our spy is now my heir and second in command of the Death Eaters. In the near impossible event that I am removed from power again, this youngling shall take my place until I am restored as your leader." Murmurs of dissent ran along the circle. Voldemort sneered in anger and an uneasy silence was restored.

Draco could not believe what he was hearing. An heir to Voldemort, and in addition to that, the heir is a spy whose allegiance could change at any moment. Was Voldemort crazy? Someone with such high status and power should be and elder member of the Death Eaters who would do anything for Voldemort. But then, Draco thought, if someone so young and new to the ranks of the Death Eaters could reach such a high position so easily, maybe he could reach such lofty heights as well.

"And now for the game I mentioned earlier." Voldemort continued. "I have decided to hold a little contest with a great reward for the winner." Draco looked up at Voldemort with a sardonic smirk. It was almost as if Voldemort had read his mind. This was the perfect way to rise to the top ranks of the Death Eaters. All he had to do was win the game and he was sure Voldemort would make him at least third or fourth in command. Then he could easily make his way up to an even higher position.

"I am putting age limits on my game. It is only open to those who are still attending school." Voldemort waited while the angry grumbles subsided. He was in too good of a mood to be bothered with torturing the dissenters. Although if anyone continued their opposition Voldemort would kill them with relish.

"The game is one of discovery and intrigue. To win this game you must show your intelligence and gathering and understanding of information and other important skills that I believe are important qualities for anyone aspiring to rise in my ranks.

"You are to discover the identity of my heir. Whomever tells me the correct name will become co-heir and gain all of the benefits that come along with this position. Remember that only those still attending school are eligible for this game. Are there any questions?"

"Master," Draco watched as his father knelt to the ground in a low bow. "If the impossible does happen and the children have yet to discover the identity of your heir, how will we know who to follow?"

Voldemort looked thoughtful for a moment before smirking. "My heir has a magical tattoo of a tiger on her back that only appears to those she wishes to see it. If my unlikely death does occur my heir will call a meeting and will show everyone the tattoo." Lucius Malfoy bowed again before standing up to take his place in the circle.

"This is the last meeting the younger Death Eaters will be able to attend due to school. I expect to see all of you here on your first Hogsmeade weekend for a short meeting. You may all go now, except for you, and you." He pointed at Draco's father and at another black shape in the circle.

Draco turned from the circle and apparated back to his room to oversee the rest of the house elves' packing. Guesses ran through his head of who their spy could be.