The Death Eater

The Worst Job

Helena spent the next few days walking around the manor in a gleeful mood. She managed to catch up on everything she'd missed while in the freeze but was growing curious about Draco. He continued to question her despite her sharpness towards him and managed to figure out that she hadn't lived with the death  eaters her whole life.

"Helena!" He said, running after her.

Helena gritted her teeth, "What is it this time, Draco?"

"We're wanted in the meeting room." He said, something had changed after he got the mark but Helena couldn't (Didn't want to) figure it out.

The meeting room only held Bellatrix, Narcissa, and Voldemort.

"Helena, Draco. You have, officially, been assigned to your jobs." Narcissa said, her face grave.

"Draco," Voldemort said, moving swiftly towards the boy, "you will get our chosen death eaters into Hogwarts, and kill Albus Dumbledore."

Helena stared at the pale boy, the dark lord had given him a job that he was clearly not meant for. Which means that Voldemort was punishing him.

"Helena," Voldemort smiled, "you have the job of looking out for Draco."

Helena felt fury build up inside of her, "What?" She yelled, "He gets to kill someone but I have to babysit! I'm going to be stuck at Hogwarts while you guys get to have all the fun!"

Voldemort rounded on her, "Curcio!"

Helena screamed a bit and fell to her knees.

"You will respect me!" He yelled.

Helena gulped back the pain and looked at him with crazed eyes, "Yes, my lord."

He lifted the spell and disapparated.

Helena glared at Draco, "Thanks a lot."

Draco frowned, "I'd swap in a heartbeat."

Helena was in a bad mood for the rest of the day, she snapped at everyone and growled at any person who tried to approach her. Draco got the worst of it.

"What are you doing?" Helena yelled at him, "Get out! Now!"

"Helena," Draco said, "I really think we should-"

"Get. Out. Of. My. Room!" Helena yelled, her wand sparking in her hand.

Draco eyed it, "We should talk."

"Oh, yes, we should talk because talking fixes everything." She fluttered her eyelashes.

"Fine, I shouldn't have bothered." Draco said.

"Yes, goodbye, Draco." Helena said, waving then slamming her door.

Someone knocked, Helena's face twitched and she flung it open, ready to yell at Draco again.

"Hear me out." Narcrissa Malfoy.

"If you're hear to talk about Draco, I'm not listening." Helena growled, she was sick of dealing with this kid.

"I know you more of a death eater than he'll ever be but the dark lord wishes for you to look after him, and that job will be a lot easier if you spoke to him." Narcrissa looked like she was about to beg.

"You're right, I am more of a death eater. Remember me from before that Potter kid ruined everything? I was feared. I could look at a man and he'd cry." Helena spat, her wand sparking again and her icy blue eyes flashing with warning.

Narcrissa winced, "Consider it." She turned and left Helena alone.

Gritting her teeth, Helena screamed and threw a spell at her wall. Unfortunately, that wall wasn't made to have spells thrown at it so it crumbled to the ground throwing dust around the room. Helena glared at it, shaking out her black hair, her glare intensified as she realised what she'd done.

"What...?" Draco stared at the hole in his wall, somehow he had it in him to make a joke, "You could've just knocked."