Bound By Blood.

ch.39~I enjoy the burn.

"I miss you.

Which is rare lately.

Usually the only thing I feel towards you is hate,

but today, I just miss you.

Recovered Translated correspondents between Order Member Alexandra Brooks, to Death Eater Mattheo Riddle, 2004.

Order safe house, 2003.

Alexandra.

"We got wind of it minutes ago." Harry stood puzzled at the end of my bed, completely ignoring the other girls sleeping in my room.

Judging from his appearance, and the fact that the house was quite, I would say it was near four in the morning.

"From who?" I whispered, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"Not important," he brushed me off, coming around to sit next to me on my bed, "There will only be about three to five of them, total. I'll send you with someone, take your pick of who."

For a moment, I wanted to ask 'why me?'

But I remember all to well, the look of pride he wore after my last mission.

He knew I was a reckless ticking bomb now a days, that I act than think.

That I'm the only one now a days to raise my wand.

"Do you know which ones?" I whispered, looking over his shoulder to make sure the girls still slept.

"Is it important?" His eyes grew narrow.

Yes.

"No. I'll do it." I nodded at him, pushing the nausea aside.

As Harry nodded, a strange mix of anticipation and dread washed over me.

I jumped to my feet, grabbing my wand from the desk and slipping it into my pocket.

I couldn't shake the feeling that this mission was different, something was wrong.

"Let's go," he urged, leading the way out of my room. I caught a glimpse of the girls still nestled under the covers, completely unaware of the storm we were about to step into.

My mind began to race as we descended the stairs.

Three to five of them, he had said.

The Order was always tight-lipped about details, and while I appreciated the discretion, I couldn't help but wonder who I would be facing this time.

Would it be him?

The thought sent a shiver down my spine, memories of our last run-in flashing vividly in my mind.

His gaze, that piercing intensity, and the way he had made me feel—a combination of shock and an undeniable connection that wouldn't seem to fucking die.

But that was the old him, the one I had to forget.

If I was going to survive this, I needed to remember how he had changed, how I had changed.

He wasn't the boy I had once known, and dwelling on that past would only distract me from the mission's ahead.

The goal ahead.

To fucking live.

Harry led the way through the dimly lit hallway to a small meeting room at the back of the house, the quiet buzz of tension hanging in the air like a thick fog.