“Did you hear what they said?” Draco asks eagerly, running his sweaty hands through his already tousled hair.

No, of course I didn’t, I think, but if I say that Draco will surely get mad at me.

I sit down and don’t let him say anything. If I know him as well as I think I do, Draco will repeat everything so I don’t have to ask. And, as no surprise to me, he does.

“I can’t believe they’re doing this … How do they seriously think that they can manage to escape the Dark Lord, much less defeat him?” He spits. “They betrayed Him, and now they want to take the knowledge they’d gained and use it against Him. It is disgusting, and we have to do something about it.”

He’s right, of course. Though I don’t always like my job, I do support Voldemort. Sometimes because I have to … but sometimes because I want to. And I know that once you go Death Eater, you don’t go back. It’s all or nothing, but then again it’s not even as simple as that: It’s life or death.

I look at him, urging him to go on. Now I want to know what they said. Janie can’t be thought about right now.

“They’re recruiting, but they didn’t name any names … Karkaroff is not sensible, but Snape is. He knows that their meetings are not the smartest idea, and if word gets out that we’re onto him, he’ll be much more careful with his actions. Of course, I’m sure the Dark Lord already knows that Snape has screwed Him over a second time, but I think it’s better if we tell him anyway …” Draco is ranting. He’s beyond angry.

“What do we have to do next?” I hurriedly ask before his rant turns into a plan of action.

He shoots me a quizzical glare and reaches into his trunk, pulling out the parchment. We’re back in our ‘room,’ which is basically the size of a bathroom in a shack. It’s okay though—less suspicious this way. We need to stay low-key.

He scans the paper several times, then looks at the two of us with an expression of shock. “We’re going swimming—in a waterfall.”