Six Feet Under ✓ || D.M

|two - knockturn alley|

Y/N

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I SOMEHOW finally found myself starting on the mission.

The location the head Auror gave me didn't quite make sense- I mean, Diagon Alley? It's not a dark wizard's go to. However I gave Draco Malfoy the benefit of the doubt.

Looking around the long alley full of shops, I let out a small sigh. It was the early hours of the day, and of course, wizards and witches are already here and there, buying whatever they came here for.

I continued walking through the crowd, sort of doubting he was sighted here just an hour ago. But that's what Robards said. Gotta follow what the boss says.

Though, I doubt I'd catch him today. Either he's already left, or I'll be too much of a wuss to do it. But I'm more positive it was the first option. It was still good that I went here though, it's somewhere to start.

Walking around, I couldn't help but smile. It's been a while since I walked across these alleyways, my innocent mind thinking magic was amazing. I still think it is. However, whenever I think back to the people who uses it for the bad, makes my chest tighten.

This was supposed to be a fun world full of magic. Not a world full of criminals killing their own kind for whatever reason.

I shook my head with a heavy sigh, and finally made it in front of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. There weren't many people, so I took the time to step inside, a particular ginger greeting me with a grin, "Ms. Edinburgh, how sudden of you to be here!"

George Weasley walked from behind the counter, and towards me, pulling me into a tight hug. I couldn't help but sigh in such relief. How I've missed the Weasleys. They always welcomed me during the Holidays, seeing as they helped me a lot in my first year, and I always make sure to visit for an hour or two. But for the past year, because of their son's beautiful sacrifice, I made sure to stay longer.

"Sorry, I never had the time to visit," I told George, pulling away. For a second, I saw Fred in his smile and eyes. I felt a small cut in my heart reopen as I forced a smile, "So, how's the shop?" I asked, waving at Ron who rang up customers at the counter. He only gave me a small wave back.

"We're managing," said George, leading me around the shop with a grin, "It's a bit slow right now, but once the students come home for the Holidays, I know we'll be packed as it always has been!"

I always admired the twins' enthusiasm, they always found a way to lighten up everything's mood.

"I know it will be," I agreed.

George led me towards the back, where the real magic happens. There were cauldrons full of stuff I don't even want to know. But instead of touring me around, he sat down on the chair in the middle of the room. This is probably where he brainstorm ideas.

I sat down on the chair beside him, leaning my elbows on the table, "So, what's the real reason you're here, Edinburgh?"

A small smile spread across my face. I knew I'll never get anything past George Weasley.

"Well, I was sent to complete a task," I told him.

"Interesting," George stood up, walking to the kitchen counter-ish table, making some tea. Or, well, I sure hope it was tea, "But not interesting enough. Who're you hunting this time? It's like you never take breaks!"

I only stared at a space as I answered, "Draco Malfoy," everything went silent, and when I looked up, I saw that George was looking at me, concerned. There was nothing else for me to do other than nod, "He's who I'm trying to track down."

George walked over with a deep sigh, giving me some tea and biscuits, "And you're all alone?"

"Well, no one else was assigned to it other than me, so yes, I am alone," I told him, pouring some sugar in my tea, stirring it with a small teaspoon, "So, if you happen to know anything about his whereabouts, it would help a lot."

The redhead looked at me, as if I've gone mental- and I honestly wouldn't be surprised if I had, "I think I heard the others whispering about seeing him. However, I'm sure you already know this- he's out there, killing people," George said.

"As any other Dark Wizards out there, Weasley," I crossed my arms, my lips in a thin line, "And if I don't catch him, the killing might never end."

George studied me, and once again let out a heavy sigh, "You've gone mental, Y/N."

I gave him a grin, "I always have been mental, Georgie."

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It didn't take long, until I took off from my old friend's shop, making one last trip to the place I haven't been to just yet.

Knockturn Alley.

I mean, of course I saved the best for last. This is where I'm sure to find clues, as this place is filled with things even magic cannot explain.

Evil, if I may.

Walking down the stairs through the narrow alley, I silently thanked Merlin to see no sketchy people there. Well, there were one or two, but they never bothered to look my way.

The smell of the air was very different from Diagon Alley. Knockturn Alley just smelt so... sad.

I stopped, noticing a small, but noticeable mark on the wall. I knelt down, my eyebrows furrowing, but when I got closer, I already knew what it was.

D.M. He was here.

I stood up, and took my wand out, immediately casting the tracking spell, dusts of gold swirling around me as it did its magic. I waited, my hands holding my wand tightly.

And the spell showed me footsteps. My eyes followed its trail, but it ended only a few feet away from me.

Only did I notice Borgin and Burkes in front of me, standing not far away.

I stepped forward, suddenly not knowing how to walk, as my feet were quite heavy as I entered the shop's doors. It was dark, no one was inside- it was practically abandoned.

Slowly, I walked forward and more into the store, keeping quiet incase he was still indoors.

But before I could even turn a corner, a familiar voice came from behind me.

"I never expected you to come and get me."

I turned around, meeting his silver eyes. They were full of sorrow, and I immediately wanted to run to him.

But I knew I can't. So I threw a spell, which he immediately blocked, then threw a spell right back.

I hid behind a shelf, then peeked, supposedly disarming him.

But he was gone. Disappeared as if a bubble.

He left before I could even turn around.

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