the wizarding world is at war. wizards and witches are in a battle for dark and light- for power. the world seems like it's coming to a tragic end.
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draco malfoy meets a girl living in his home. and she's a death eater.
but that doesn't stop him...
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𓆙 It had been three days since the attack and attempt to end Harry Potter.
Three days of Devon being ignored by Draco Malfoy. Devon thought this action was childish.
Ever since that night, she had gained a fame from the Death Eaters. Her name spread like wildfire. She believed, no doubt, the Order now knew of her. Which she didn't was all that great, if she was being honest.
Devon would walk the hallways alone, hoping to maybe spot the familiar white hair. However, when she did, she was ignored. The boy would catch just a glimpse of her, and completely disappear.
The only time they were ever in the same room for more than a few seconds was during meetings.
Devon had not the slightest idea why. He had been fine with her just before the attack.
As of right now, Devon was in the library, tucked away in a corner. A book was open in her lap, yet she hadn't done any reading.
A burning sensation in her arm made her break from her thoughts.
Devon pulled back her leather jacket sleeve, revealing her Dark Mark. The snake was moving.
Devon stood from where she was, hurrying down the hall to meet in the dining room.
The Dark Lord was calling his members.
Upon entry, the room was filled with loud chatter. Devon made her way to an open seat. Draco sat across from her, avoiding even looking her way.
Yaxley sat beside her, dripping with blood. His face was all torn and cut. He'd wince every now and then, refusing to move too much.
Devon side-eyed the wizard. She knew what had happened to him, she recognized it from before.
He'd been splinched.
Devon leaned away from the wizard dripping red, avoiding getting any blood on her.
Voldemort entered the room, slowly lowering himself into his chair at the head of the table.
"Yaxley," hissed the wizard.
The wizard looked up, a permanent cringe set on his face. "Y-Yes, my L-Lord?"
"Would you like to explain what has happened to you, and what you have witnessed?"
Yaxley met the gaze of Devon, who widened her eyes as she got a better look at the wizard.
