CURSED SHADOWS

1 {KILL HER}

August 25th, 1996

Somewhere in London

6:30pm 

I creeped along the dark, empty alleyway, making sure to keep my breath light. I listened to soft, hurried footsteps turn a corner and slightly fade before I allowed myself to peek my head around the corner. In front of a slightly larger alley, was a small neighborhood. Scanning the narrow street, eyes slightly narrowing, I saw a wisp of a black curl enter through a closing black door, and smirked. 

Taking a deep breath, I silently walked closer to the house. My years of experience had taught me how to be as silent as possible, as well as giving me extra alert senses. 

After my parent's deaths, my life hasn't been easy. The Ministry found me the morning after, and immediately took me to headquarters. After a long six hour conference, the Ministry declared me a severe threat, and decided to turn me into a weapon. Ever since that dreadful day, I've been taken into multiple foster care families, as administered by the Ministry of course, and been trained every day; 365 days; for the past 10 years. I grimaced at the thought. The ministry simply didn't see me as a human being, but rather a mere tool for finding and killing the most wanted criminals in Europe. 

I continue inching my way discreetly, my heart rate rising with every step. I nearly jumped when I saw a shadow loom above me. I whipped my head up, frozen in my position, only to make eye contact with bright yellow eyes. I swallowed with relief. A black cat, sitting on the balcony from one of the apartments above, was staring into my soul. I squinted my eyes and pursed my lips, continuing my journey, when the cat mewed. I glanced up again, giving the cat a death stare and hoped it would stay quiet. The cat took a breath, starting to mew again.

"Shut up!" I unintentionally whispered, raising a finger and flicking it. A wisp of green light came out of my finger, traveling towards the cat's mouth, erasing it in the process. The cat jumped up in surprise, shaking its head as it that would make its mouth reappear. I smirked. 

That's what you get.

I finally reached the door, slinking along the side of the mossy cobblestone wall, reaching a medium sized window. I flicked my hand towards myself, incanting a disillusionment charm. I allowed myself to step in front of the window, taking in the view. There was an aging wizard, dressed in black robes, sporting black, greasy hair. In front of him was a blonde, distressed witch on the verge of tears. Behind her, in a mess of curly hair, touching everything in the room, was-

Bellatrix Lestrange.

I scoffed, shaking my head. 

Made it too easy...

The wizard started mumbled something, his voice muffled by the barrier of the window in front of me. "Liqueto," I whispered, shooting magic towards my ears. 

"Put it down, Bella, we mustn't touch what isn't ours," The wizard drawled, making Bellatrix give him a dirty look. Her eyes widened, and she put down the object she was holding, smirking back at the wizard. 

"As it happens," he continued, glancing at the distressed witch, "I am aware of your situation, Narcissa."

"the dark lord told you?" Bellatrix scoffed, walking over to Narcissa. 

"Your sister doubts me, Narcissa."

"I don't doubt you, Severus." Narcissa replied softly, looking down at the glass she was holding in her hand. She took a deep breath, looking back up at the wizard. "He's just a boy," she whispered, the tears behind her eyes welling up even more. 

"I can't change the lord's mind," the wizard apologized, "but it might be possible for me to help him." 

"Severus," Narcissa gasped, starting to walk closer towards him.