The Death Eater [HARRY POTTER]

3

"Can I help you, Draco Malfoy?" Calla asked, hearing the familiar sound of his footsteps as he approached her in the library, not long before Madame Prince would begin to kick students out for the night. Calla then caught the sound of Draco catching his breath in surprise of her acknowledgement, and then sighing.

"You've been particularly difficult to find this year," Draco plops down in the chair beside her, leaning back and examining the girl carefully. Draco had grown a lot over the summer and, remarkably, his voice had begun to deepen. Calla, who was just finishing her final growth spurt, could appreciate the boy that Draco would become, rather than the boy he was now. In response to Draco's statement, Calla only shrugged.

"I had to go to your father to figure out where you've been hiding. He didn't seem pleased at all to learn that you've been slacking on your duties."

Calla's lips twitched as she remembered what her father had told her at the end of the last year. Severus Snape had never sent Draco Malfoy to her, for tutoring or otherwise. Draco had come to her all on his own, and he was hiding behind her father imagining, rightly, that the two of them rarely spoke so it was incredibly unlikely for Calla to discover the truth. That fact alone amused Calla, but she wasn't sure whether she wanted to bring it up with Draco, and catch him in the lie now, or let it go on until the most opportune moment.

"Did he now?" Calla asked finally, deciding to see how far the boy was going to go to cover his tracks. "He's made no mention of that to me, and we saw each other just last night while we were both getting ready to go to bed."

Draco paled slightly, but looked otherwise unphased.

"How should I know why Professor Snape does the things he does. All I know is that I'm about to receive a Troll in Potions if you don't help me, and I am not above telling your father that you refuse."

Calla grinned widely, revealing all of her slightly pointed teeth that always seemed to unnerve Draco so much. Then, she offered the seat across from her and she began to go over the material she knew her father would be teaching to his second years.

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"-Malfoy's probably loving this," Calla paused, glancing over at where the voice was coming from. A small scowl passed across her pale face as she noted the golden trio huddled up in a corner, probably plotting Potter's next move. He'd become quite the celebrity after all, someone in the Slytherin common room had left a copy of Witch Weekly out on a coffee table, and Calla had passingly noticed that there was a beaming picture of Gilderoy Lockhart and Harry Potter at a bookstore, the former giving the boy who loved an entire set of his latest books. Since then, Calla had been disgusted to see a little muggleborn boy following Harry Potter around with an enchanted camera, snapping pictures like Potter was a bloody celebrity. And then it had been decided that Harry Potter was the one wandering around petrifying things. Calla had nearly peed herself when she heard that particular rumor, knowing that Harry was the last one that would set a creature loose and go after muggleborns. 

But now the three of them were targeting a member of Slytherin house, one that Calla had overheard just the night before complaining about his innocence at the dinner table, and Calla wasn't particularly interested in seeing what they would try to do to prove their theories correct.

In a fashion very similar to her father's, Calla swooped over and loomed, she was still a head taller than the children as none of them had begun their growth spurts yet, and looking down at them with her slightly too big eyes. In the proper lighting, Calla was assured that the mutation was rather pretty, almost exotic. In the dark hallway however, Calla had no problems believing that her eyes were quite terrifying.

"Did I happen to hear you mention Draco Malfoy's name, Ronald Weasley?" the ginger in question spun around, letting out a particularly girlish squeal as he did so. Calla's face remained blank, though Hermione could have sworn that there was laughter in her eyes.