CAITLIN! I love your story! It's the absolute best! You're do such a great job!

That was a great postie! for page number FOUR! PAMS! PAMS! PAMS! PAMS! PAMS! PAMS! PAMS! PAMS!
Jessica

Hi everyone. Guess what - I'm posting! Good luck reading it. You'll know why at the end ...

You are all fab. I hope you don't hate me by the end of this post!

BTW- in the first post, when I said I wanted minimal SPAM in here, that doesn't mean y'all can't chat and get a little crazy. My FF's are known for fun - let's not break it now. Go page number four!

“Alohomora,” I say quietly, and the front door swings open.

“They’re still in bed,” Draco whispers as he goes through the bottom floor, finding it empty.

I nod in understanding and lead the way to the upper level. The layout of the house is like many others found throughout the country, so I know where to look first for the master bedroom. They follow me down the hallway until we reach the third door on the right. I ease is open and, sure enough, there are to lumps of blankets snoring in the bed.

I give a small hand wave and we enter the bedroom. After pushing the covers back slightly on the right side, a man’s face greets mine. Draco steps to my side and yells, “Avada Kedavra!” so loudly that the woman next to him jumps up and out of her sleep. Before she can scream, Crabbe curses her too while a bright, shining green light erupts in the room.

Everything falls quiet and I race to the other side of the bed. I push the dead woman down and cover her back up, not wanting too look at her face.

Thump.

“What was that?” Crabbe asks, looking around wildly.

“It came from another room,” I respond.

I turn to see Draco leaning up against a wall casually.

“Oh, did I forget to mention it?” he asks. “They have kids - a boy and a girl. We need to get them, too.”

My jaw drops open. “I didn’t sign up to kill kids.”

“No, you didn’t,” Draco agrees, but I know that’s not the end of it. “But you signed up to do what our Master says. Therefore, we’re going to do it. I’ll take the girl ... she’s about thirteen, I hear.”

He licks his lips and walks out of the room. I don’t follow, because God only knows what he’ll do to the girl before - or after - he kills her. I shake my head and pull a Gallon out of my pocket. “Heads up, you kill the boy. Serial number - I’ll do it.”

Crabbe nods, and I flip it up, praying to some God I don’t know, praying that it’ll land on heads. I catch it, flip it over onto the back of my hand, and look. Serial number.

I groan, put the coin back into it’s place, and walk across the hall to the bedroom. In the room over, I hear muffled noises, telling me he hasn’t killed her yet.

The door in front of me swings open before I touch it and I look down. A small boy, probably no older than five or six, looks up at me. He has deep brown eyes and sandy blonde hair. A teddy bear is tucked in-between his arm and his side and his thumb is in his mouth.

He pulls his thumb out of his mouth and smiles at me. He’s missing a tooth in the front, but it only makes him cuter. He looks so much like my little brother.

The girl’s bedroom falls silent and Draco comes out, his hair tousled. “You done it - what’re you doing?”

I look between the boy and Draco, and I bite my lip. “I ... I can’t.”

“You can,” Malfoy says, and looks at the boy. “You, go get in your bed - now!”

The boys eyes grow big and he runs into his room. I can hear him sobbing.

As soon as he’s gone, Draco shoves me up against the wall. “You’re being weak, and I won’t stand for it. You know the Dark Lord won’t. Get in there and do your job so we can leave. We only have a little while to get back to the school.

He storms back to where the parents lay. I take a deep breath, then follow my orders. The boy is on his bed, and his sobs have turned into silent crying. He looks back up at me, hopefully, tears still streaming down him face. “Bad man,” he whispers, and I know he’s talking about Draco.

I nod, then ask him nicely to lay down. He does as I request, then pulls his covers up over him, but he will not close his eyes and instead watches me with that big, hopeful grin, and he still looks so much like my little brother.

“Your parents and your sister love you,” I utter, and I pull out my wand. He knows something bad is about to happen, so he starts squirming. “Avada Kedavra!”

As I leave, I look back at the boy, now dead. His teddy bear is still in his arms and all looks of hope are gone, replaced by one of sheer terror.

Awwww...thats sooo sadd..


Goood job!!
Keep it up!

^^i know!! it almost made me cry! poor little kids...
lufferly job!
PAMS!!!
_--AleX--_

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*dies of sadness*

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That is soooooooooooooooo sad. The poor little boy. Crabbe is such a dote for doing that. Murder him will you?
Jessica
P.S. I like the avvie.

OMG!!!! That's horrbile! It made me sooo sad! PAMS!

That is aweful!
It's great writting, but the story is aweful!

PAMS Cailtlin!

OMG!!!!

How sad!!!!!

Excellent, but sad!

If you keep it up, I'll have to not like Draco...

For this story, anyways...

ish too obsessed to not like him entirely

Post soon!

Completely forgot to check here!

That's... so...... sad!
Excellent, but sad...

Same

Too cute...
I mean it, it was too cute Make Sarah nearly cry (nearly, I almost never cry really, so it's a good thing I nearly cried)



PAMS!

OMG so sad! I felt so terrible while I was reading it! Gah, why does it have to be like this? Wonderful post; PAMS!!

peppy

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Awwww...thats sooo sadd..


Goood job!!
Keep it up!

AHHH! Sorry, I just had to tackle you - you have my FAVORITE car in your siggy. It's my dream car, I'm forizzle. Nissian 350Z ... *faints* lol. And thank you for the compliments on the post.

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P.S. I like the avvie.

Hehe thank you. I'm fixing to put a new one in ...

Hehe, well I'm glad you all think my story sucks but my writing is good. :p lmao. I guess I just wanted to reveal some of the more difficult spots in being a Death Eater, too ...

I'm off to write! Hopefully, I won't be too busy tonight with my FC stuff to post! You all rock my world.

Your writing is awesome!!!!!!!!! But that little boy? Crabbe . . . I can't say what he is *thinks: git, moron, peon, person without mind, etc.*. Have fun writing.
Jessica

*cries* that poor little boy...

PAMS!

~Alicia~

That was amazing post. But sooooooooo sad.

PAMS

I'M POSTING!

We exit the house after doing a quick run through with Mrs. Scower’s Magical Mess Remover to remove all of our fingerprints. It’s not like they can trace us anyway, or that they’ll have reason to - we’re not in the Muggle database, and anyway, it doesn’t look like they were murdered. It merely appears that they all died of natural causes at the same time.

I look at the ground as we walk, not really talking.

“You still held up about the boy?” Draco asks, taking a swig of the firewhisky.
I shrug.

“Here, take this,” Draco instructs, handing over the Draught of Peace. “I’ll make you calm down some.”

I do as he says, and instantly a warm feeling sweeps from my head to my toes. I feel very, very laid-back and relaxed, and when we reach a private part of the woods so we can Disapparate, I completely forget why I was upset in the first place.

We get back to the school at twelve, an hour before our time limit is up. That gives us time to take a shower and race down to the Great Hall for lunch. Draco’s breath still reeks of firewhisky, so he hurriedly eats some bread to soften the aroma. As he and Crabbe stuff their faces, I chew on a chicken leg and search the room, quickly coming to the conclusion that Janie isn’t present. I can’t help but to wonder where she is, and I really hope that she’s not upset with me for missing our meeting at ten.

After a while, I stand up and leave, not really paying attention to Draco’s questions. I hurriedly go towards my common room and suddenly bump into something very solid. Whatever it is, it falls back and I quickly realize that it’s Janie. I race to where she’s fallen on the floor.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry!” I say, pulling her up. “I didn’t see you at all!”

“That’s a little obvious,” she grinned, massaging the back of her head tenderly. “Where were you today?”

“I sent you a note,” I reply. “Didn’t you get it?”

“I did, and it said you’d be staying after in Charms for extra credit. I went it there today, during your class period, to deliver a note from McGonagall. You, Crabbe, and Malfoy weren’t there. Were you skipping?”

I freeze, then finally choke out a, “No.”

She raises her eyebrows, and her nice demeanor has changed to upset. “You’re lying to me.”

“I - I’m not!” I protest.

“Then where were you?”

I reach into my bag and pull a wrapped gift out. “I didn’t want to give it to you until tonight ... when we could spend more time together. Draco and Crabbe went with me to pick it out.”

Her jaw dropped open. “You got me something? But ... I didn’t get you anything.”

I laughed and wrapped her in a hug. “It’s okay. I did this to surprise you. Would you like to open it now, or later?”

“Later,” she grinned, squeezing me tightly. “I’ll meet you tonight, in the Room of Requirement, okay?”

We arrange a time to meet and as she walks away, a huge wave of relief sweeps over me. She has no idea where I really was, and it is still better that way.

Aww! He bought her a gift! That's sweet! That's still sad abotu the littlle boy.. But, Janie I just hope Janie doesn't find out!PAMS!
~Taylor~

Great posts Caitlin!! He got her a present

PAMS!!!

Please don't tell me he took it from their house!

he bought her a presetn how sweet! And how fotrunate that he had it in his bag with him. great post!

Aw!! HE got her a gift!!

Can't wait until your next post!

Aw...a gift! It's going to be crap when Janie finds out about Goyle's trips though...PAMS!

peppy