The Facade

Chapter 8

I was almost knocked into the ground hard at the harsh apparition.

I’ve been in lots of missions and tasks in the Ministry where I went to many different places, but I haven’t placed a single foot Diagon Alley for nearly four years ago.

As soon as Malfoy had mentioned the Order, my tiredness vanished in a blink of an eye, my focus became entirely on him.

Disappointment quickly felt heavy on my limbs because we would not go the Order itself, but to Diagon Alley.

According to Malfoy, the Order wanted to speak with him related to the Granger situation, her absence is debilitating the Order, and they need her with extreme priority.

It didn’t surprise me what the Order wrote in the letter, without Granger healing skills, the Order doesn’t have lots of great healers, and that’s troubling. Besides already expecting such, my praise for the though the Order is having problems with their little precious Granger was hard to hide.

They also told us that one person was to met us, in Diagon Alley, Malfoy didn’t lie when he told me he often was called to meetings like this. I asked why don’t they reunite somewhere else safer rather than Diagon Alley, and his response actually made sense.

“Well, that’s the exact point. No one will expect the Order to meet at crowed places.” He’d replied.

I couldn’t argue with that, only be amazed how he was actually right, one more thing that I blame myself for not thinking about it before.

Malfoy was hesitant in whether should he take me with him or not, and stared at me like some mystery he couldn’t make sense off, some riddle he couldn’t quite place together, frustrating his nerves. I said nothing, I only stood in the living room, arms crossed, waiting for him come to the realization that he couldn’t leave me alone in here. For once, that term came to my aid.

I knew he would take me with him, that’s what frustrated him, he knew such as I did, that if I was left alone in here, and should I be a spy, I could go straight to the Ministry, and told them all the details I knew, every single plan he hopes to master, every type of communication with the Order, I can’t blame him, because it is exactly what I want to do.

After what seemed like ages, he cursed himself, and clenched his jaw and told me I would go with him, I knew that messed up his plans for the way he looked away from me when he told me that.

The meeting was placed at four in the morning, the Order didn’t want too much people in the alley in case something went wrong, therefore me and Malfoy went immediately to gather some sleep. I barely closed my eyes during the whole night, and the pumping off my heart seemed to be gathered up in my ears like the syntony of a drum.

I couldn’t stop thinking of how this was my opportunity to bring the Order to ruins, to finally see each one of them burning beneath my feet, to finally see Malfoy on his knees begin for mercy, for his screams to every curse I placed him under, to see his devilish little grin vanish and turn into raged screams and filled my ears like a song playing in my ear.

Malfoy didn’t tell the Order about me, so when the time came, whoever we were meeting at Diagon Alley, would eventually ask who I was, and once I told them and showed them of how much use I could be, they wouldn’t hesitate, I was sure of that. Desperate situations call for desperate measures.