The Death Eater [HARRY POTTER]

18

"You summoned me, My Lord," Calla bowed her head respectfully, looking toward the floor so that she would not accidentally meet the Dark Lords eyes, and cause some great offence. Severus had not had much advice to offer his daughter about dealing with the Dark Lord. He had only had two tips, in fact. The first, do not ever meet the Dark Lord's eyes unless he ask's you to do so, and the second was that Calla should guard her mind like her life depended on it. Because her life would very well depend on her mental shields in the coming months, especially if she was to act as a double agent along side her father so as to report back to Dumbledore.

Calla listened intently as the Dark Lord took several steps closer to her, and then it was all she could do not to flinch away as he was gently grasping her chin, the fact that his sharp claws did not dig into her fragile skin was a testament to the care he took not to harm her, and pulling her face so that she had no choice but to meet his gaze with her overly large green eyes.

"Yes, Calla," the Dark Lord rasped, holding Calla's gaze with his red eyes. "I have a task for you, dearest one."

And then Calla had to force her face to remain unchanged, had to force her mental shields to remain strong even as she received the shock of her life, because the Dark Lord saw her fit to break into Azkaban Prison and break out some of his most loyal followers.

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"Expecto Patronum!" Calla chanted evenly, forcing herself to focus only on her happiest memory to fill her mind. The tip of Calla's wand sputtered for a second and Calla nearly feared that the spell would not work, that she had fallen too far to be able to cast one of the strongest spells, and then a colony of bats burst form the top of her wand and few forward to engulf the small army of dementors that were in their paths. Calla glanced over at the Death eaters that were flanking her left and right, Lucius Malfoy and Fenrir Greyback, before she nodded for them to follow her as she began to stalk toward the front gates of the prison.

Of course the three of them could feel the mass of dementors that were quickly falling in around them, but for the moment they ignored them as they quickly and deferentially searched for the notorious Death Eaters that the Dark Lord had sent them to break out. The three of them had split up when they got through the doors, and it was only minutes later that Calla came upon Fenrir laying against the dark stone floor, a dementor hovering over him while the creature fed on the werewolf's happiness.

If you let him die, the Dark Lord will not be happy. You are fresh to his ranks and he is already questioning your loyalty. You're a respected Hogwarts Professor and he sent you on an essential mission. It's a test, and if you let the werewolf die then you fail. Save Fenrir or perish.

Calla growled under her breath and cast the patronus charm, watching carefully as another colony of bats burst from the tip of her wand after another short pause. The bats few forward and chased the dementor away, leaving it's victim laying on the ground gasping for breath. Calla rolled her large green eyes and stalked over, glaring down at the shell shocked man.

"Get onto your feet, Greyback," Calla hissed lowly, watching the werewolf clamor to do as she commanded. There was a begrudging respect in the werewolf's eyes. Calla had saved his life and now she owned him. "Go find the Lastranges and the Carrows. Lucius and I are going after Yaxley, Rosier, and the others."

Calla didn't even stop to watch Fenrir nod at her before she spun on her heel and disappeared.

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"Excellent work, Calla," The Dark Lord circled Calla like a vulture, analyzing her for any chinks in her loyalty. He would find none.

The Dark Lord's red eyes left Calla after a long moment and they intead analyzed the line of freed death eaters that stood behind her. Of course some of them looked a little worse for wear, they had just spent the last twelve years of their live having their happiness drained by dementors it was lucky they were alive at all, and then others like Belatrix looked like they had just woken up from a nap. Belatrix was nearly giddy with excitement as she realized she was once more free and able to do her Dark Lord's bidding.