The Alley

Chapter 2

"I trust that everything went as planned." A soft eerie voice whispered to a table of people. The room was so quiet that you could here the man's whisper like he was shouting.

"Yes, my Lord. Everything went accordingly, no one tried to escape and there were no uprisings. I'm sure that our state of power is so strong that no one would try to over throw us now." A rough voice said from the opposite side of the table. Ron sat five seats down from the man with the rough voice and looked down at the ground the entire meeting. The woman who he spoke to before sat beside him. 

"And, how was crowd control, Ron and Hermione?" The leader asked. Hermoine spoke while Ron continued to look at the ground.

"It was fine, no i-issues." Hermione said, her voice choking up slightly at the thought of what would happen if anything went wrong.

"Good. Ron." Ron's head snapped up from its prior position.

"Yes, my Lord?" His voice was weak with exhaustion. Ever since becoming a Death Eater he hadn't slept much, either out of fear of being discovered and killed in his sleep or because Voldemort constantly had something new for him to do. 

"Why don't you look me in the eye. Why are you always mute? Why are you so reluctant to join in our conversations? Do you not agree with what we are doing? Do you not want to be apart of this anymore? If that is the truth then I will grant you freedom from all of this."

Ron thought about the offer. It was too easy, the Dark Lord would never just let someone stop being a Death Eater for nothing. There was some type of catch. There was no way that he could leave the Death Eaters with his life.

Feeling brave he asked, "What's the catch?"

"The catch? Well there is no catch. All you have to do is say that you want to leave and you can." The snake like man replied.

Ron thought about it again. There has to be some type of catch. He was going to be tricked, or maybe this was a test of his allegiance and faith in what the Dark Lord was doing. Anyone who didn't agree with what he said did not have the nicest fate.

"Well, Weasley? Are you staying or are you leaving?" A small smile appeared on the man's face.

"I will be staying, My Lord." Feeling brave, Ron replied and stared into the terrifying man's eyes.

"Very good, very good." He said, tapping his fingers on the table while he spoke. The Dark Lord's eyes fell on another one of his followers and Ron's bravery had ceased as he looked back down to the ground.

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The Death Eaters have finished their search for civilians to capture. There have been no sightings of any Death Eaters in the north and in the east, the south and the west are still are being occupied at the moment.  A girl with long, wavy blonde hair wrote in a tattered notebook.

Voldemort is stronger than before so be very careful. Only go outside when necessary and make sure that you give the Death Eaters no reason to harm you. As the girl continued to write she bit her bottom lip. She had always thought that she would become a teacher and work at Hogwarts, definitely not following in her father's foot steps. Her father had always wanted her to become a writer and carry on the family tradition, but she didn't want that. Her passion had always been learning and teaching others what she had learned. The pursuit of knowledge was the most important thing to her, writing was just a hobby and sometimes it became a chore. She knew that she had to continue to write though, this is how she was helping to destroy Voldemort once and for all, and every time that she felt like giving up she would remind herself that he killed all her best friends and destroyed the life that the had loved so much. Oh how she longed for that life again, to talk to her friends, live a care free life, and most importantly, talk to her father again. The girl could picture Hogwarts in its glory, the faces of her long lost friends, and the Great Hall. It brought tears to her eyes to remember all the good times, that was all gone now.  She shook her head and wiped the tears that were now streaming down her face. She tried to stop the tears, but the river kept coming. They got worse and worse until she was sobbing so loudly and so violently that she couldn't breathe.

"I need to find someone who can help me get involved. Someone who is or once was close to the Dark Lord...I need to find Draco." She whispered to herself.