Heart Scars

Twenty Three

Adhara had never been a huge fan of Albus Dumbledore.

His blatant favoritism for Gryffindor was obvious, and it was also clear that he did not like the Slytherins all that much. She didn't know whether or not it was because he was a a Gryffindor during his days at Hogwarts, or something else.

It had been three days since her meeting with Andromeda. Three long days of reading over the list of muggleborns and planning with Severus. Days of swallowing the bile in her throat and ignoring the ache in her head.

But now she was sitting in the office of Albus Dumbledore, one of the most powerful wizards to ever live.

"Toffee?" He asks gently as he slides the bowl of candies across his desk. Adhara quickly shakes her head, knowing that she'd puke if she put anything sweet in her mouth.

"Miss Black, shall we get to the point of this meeting?" Dumbledore hums, and Adhara slowly nods.

She hesitates as she rolls up her sleeve. This had to be the riskiest thing she had ever done. Dumbledore could ship her off to Azkaban, he could torture her for information on Voldemort, he could-

"Thank you, for trusting me, Miss Black." His tone is calm. Adhara looks for a flaw in his composed facade. She finds none, not even a tick of the jaw or a twitch of his pinky. He was completely unreadable.

Her hand tightens around her wand in her pocket, ready to attack him if he got angry with her. Adhara would not be going to Azkaban, not now and not ever.

"That is unnecessary. I don't wish to harm you, I was actually hoping that maybe we could help each other." Dumbledore raises a brow, and she slowly releases her wand. Adhara looked at him with interest.

"I need someone, someone on the inside, someone who Voldemort trusts blindly." The old man widens his eyes at her, and Adhara gulps.

"Me?"

"Yes. In return, I will guarantee your safety, and Regulus'." Dumbledore says. Adhara stares at him with wide eyes.

Regulus' safety was the reason she had started all of this in the first place. If Dumbledore could promise that Regulus would be safe, she'd do anything. Even spy on the Dark Lord.

"If you guarantee the marauders as well. My brother, James, and Remus. They need to be safe. If so, then I'll do anything." She promises, and Dumbledore smiles gently as his baby blue eyes twinkle.

"You are an occlumens, I presume?" She nods at him.

"You are to go back to Voldemort, and tell him that I have personally requested your service in The Order of the Phoenix. He will take it as his chance to put a spy in the order, not knowing that you will be spying on him. You will have to carry out any tasks he gives you." Dumbledore says seriously, and Adhara freezes.

"Any?" She mutters fearfully.

Adhara was a lot of things. She was cold, outspoken, slightly rude, and at times she was a little prejudice, but one thing Adhara was not was a killer. She could never take the life of an innocent.

"Miss Black, I assume you have already been given an assignment, and not a nice one. He's testing you, trying to see if you have what it takes. Requesting you for the order will show him that I believe you are talented, but anyone with any sense would know that you are a talented young witch, but talent can only take you so far. You must show him that you are strong, obedient, and merciless." Dumbledore stares at her pointedly as Fawkes the phoenix squaks from his perch.

Adhara took a moment to look around the office. It was filled with several magical knick knacks, and what she assumed were a few muggle ones too. Albus Dumbledore could only be described as weird, but still brilliant.