Chaos Rising |BOOK 2| Harry Potter x PJO |Alexandra Marine|

ARIANA ADLER

"Evening, Dumbledore," I said, looking around. "Nice choice, this place."

"It was Percy Jackson's idea," Dumbledore smiled. He may not have looked like a Dumbledore, but he still had the wise twinkling eyes thing going on. "I didn't know McDonalds' were so popular among Muggles."

"Well, I just wanted to give you a heads up," I said, unwrapping the cheeseburger. "Lucius' son has joined the Death Eaters."

"Willingly?" Dumbledore asked, his bald head shining brightly along with his eyes now. I had to look away.

"Of course not," I frowned. "The kid looks like he can barely survive the flu, for gods' sake. Think he'll join the Death Eaters?" I took a sip of coke. "He's being forced."

"Why?"

"Because," I shrugged.

Dumbledore stared at me calmly.

"Oh, fine. Voldemort wants revenge on Lucius for letting him down.. the whole prophecy thing, y'know. He planned it so perfectly- didn't even tell me or Severus- and then bam. Lucius kills the whole idea and breaks the prophecy. So apparently he wants Draco to do something worse than the task given to his father. He's asked to- well, he's asked Draco to kill you."

A moment of silence passed, only interrupted by the sound of my slurping and customers talking all around us. 

"How does Draco wish to kill me?" Dumbledore asked.

"I don't know," I shrugged. "All Voldemort mentioned was that Draco would have to kill you by hook or crook by the end of this year. And trust me, he's got Bellatrix Lestrange by his side- it'll be difficult. She's as cunning as a fox and a snake put together."

Dumbledore sighed. "I'm aware."

"And let's just say, Bellatrix never has no plan to kill. In fact, she has a plan to kill every Death Eater- just in case. Heck, who knows, she might even have a plan to kill Voldemort one of these days."

Dumbledore actually chuckled. "And what do you think Bellatrix's plan for me will be?"

"Whatever it is, I don't think I'll like it, Dumbledore," I said seriously. "If I've read Bellatrix well- if I know her well enough- which I think I do- I can bet a thousand Galleons that she'll make sure that she is present- in person on the day of your execution. Voldemort may not be there, but Lestrange wouldn't miss it for the world."

Dumbledore nodded seriously.

"She might let Draco do his dirt work, she cares about him that much, just because Narcissa is her sister. But she will watch to her heart's joy the torture she will cause you, Dumbledore. She won't stop with a simple Killing Curse, I assure you."

Dumbledore stared at me, smiling. "Your father really has taught you to read people well."

I scoffed. "Sure," I said. "If I were you and I really don't mind the dying bit, I would arrange everything up."

"Headmaster," a voice said. I turned around to find a man with voluminous blonde hair. He was wearing very Muggle-like clothes that were extremely retro at the same time. I smirked. He seemed irritated by the notion of even touching the clothes he had been wearing.

"Ah, Severus," Dumbledore sighed. "Good, good to see you."

"Cheeseburger?" I asked, smirking. 

Severus scowled at me. 

"Aw c'mon, Muggle foods aren't that bad."

"I just do not like them," Severus answered, sitting down.