the spy ↠ harry potter

prologue

Sabrina could feel her palms starting to bleed as she pressed her sharp fingernails into them. She was standing in the corridor in front of Lucius Malfoy's office in Malfoy Manor.

You-Know-Who — or, as she was supposed to call him — the Dark Lord, had wanted to speak to her. Alone.

She could feel her body shaking, her breathing getting more rapid. The door to the office swung open, and Bellatrix Lestrange stood there.

Sabrina thought that Bellatrix Lestrange was the most terrifying yet fascinating person she had ever met. She was so completely devoted to Voldemort. She would do anything for him. Anything.

"He's ready for you," Bellatrix said, stepping out of the room, her dark wild curls flying behind her.

Sabrina nodded, not saying anything. She was honestly too terrified to even speak briefly to Bellatrix. She swallowed. If she couldn't speak to Bellatrix, how was she supposed to speak to Voldemort?

     Bellatrix stared down at her menacingly with her large, beady black eyes. Sabrina wasn't terribly short —just a bit under average — but compared to Bellatrix, she was tiny. It didn't help that Bellatrix was wearing heeled boots that were several inches tall, adding on to her already towering height. "Good luck," Bellatrix said, sounding like she did not want Sabrina to have any luck at all.

Sabrina did not reply. She wiped her bloody palms on her pants and quickly brushed her dark hair out of her face, trying to look somewhat presentable. She then stepped forward slowly and entered the room. Bellatrix shut the door behind her. The office was dark, as was the rest of Malfoy Manor. In Lucius Malfoy's office chair sat the Dark Lord himself.

It was almost comical to see him sitting behind a desk. He did however hold a menacing level of power, and she shivered just looking at him. His appearance was rather grotesque. She knew he had once been human, but he no longer looked it. He looked like a kind of monster with his sallow grey skin and slits for a nose, like something she would find in the depths of her Care of Magical Creatures textbook.

"Sit down," he drawled in a deep voice, motioning toward a chair in front of the desk.

Sabrina nodded, still too scared to speak, and sat in the chair.

They sat in silence for a few minutes. Voldemort stared at her, perhaps studying her. Her entire body was stiff, her hands pulled tightly to her sides, and her heart was beating so tremendously that she wondered if he could hear it.

"Do you know why I've called you here today?" he finally asked.

"Uh— no, I don't," she replied, trying to force her voice not to shake, "My Lord," she added quickly at the end.

"Well," he said, "you know that I've made Draco Malfoy a Death Eater?"

"Yes," she said simply.

"I want to make you one too."

Her eyes widened. He got straight to the point, didn't he? No small talk, no niceties, just straight to it. But how could she be a Death Eater? She was the exact opposite of a Death Eater. She was a Ravenclaw, for Christ's sake.

"Your father has always been a very loyal servant of mine," he continued. "Ever since the first war, he was always by my side. And he was right there to help bring me back two years ago. He did that all, all while no one suspected that he was a Death Eater. He was the perfect secret agent."

To everyone else, her father was a nice, unassuming man who worked a normal office job at the Ministry of Magic. He interacted amicably with Muggleborns as if he didn't secretly detest them. He had even been a Hufflepuff when he attended Hogwarts. No one would think a Hufflepuff would be capable of anything bad. But in secret, he hated Muggles, he hated Mudbloods, and he thought that Voldemort was brilliant. A God to be worshipped. To him, Voldemort was a man that was going to make the Wizarding World great again.

"And now you are going to continue your father's legacy. It's perfect, isn't it? A girl the same age as Harry Potter. And you're a Ravenclaw. No one would ever suspect that you would ever be on my side."

She fought the urge to retort. On his side. As if. She hated him. Hated everything he stood for. She was only here for her father.

She loved her father. Maybe it was awful for her to love him, considering what he believed in, but he had always been good to her.

She had never known about his support of Voldemort until after he had come back again. She knew he wasn't the biggest fan of Muggleborns, but she didn't know he wanted them all dead.

But now her father had taken the Dark Mark. He had become a Death Eater. And he wanted her to become one too.

"So..." she said softly, "are you saying you want me to what, be a spy?"

"Precisely. I want you to get close to Harry Potter, get information from him, and then report it back to me," he said.

She felt like she was going to faint. She couldn't do this. "I—"

It seemed like Voldemort had sensed her hesitation, her unwillingness. He looked more angry now. "If you don't do this," he said, "I will kill your father."

She blinked. "No, please, you can't do that," she breathed. "It's just that I don't think that I can do this. Isn't there anyone else who could do this? What about Draco—?"

He chuckled darkly. "I thought you were a Ravenclaw. Aren't you supposed to be intelligent? You think that Draco Malfoy can be a spy? He's a Slytherin and Potter detests him. Besides, I've already given him something to do. You must be the one to do this."

Sabrina shook her head. "Please—"

"If you do this," he said, "I will tell you who your mother is."

She stared at him blankly. "What?"

She had never known her mother. Her father said that she died when she was just a baby, but when she tried to press him, he would never tell her how or who she was or even what her name was.

"Yes, I know who she is." He chuckled darkly, the sound echoing around the room. Sabrina thought his laugh was probably the most awful thing she had ever heard in her entire sixteen years of existence. "Like I said, your father was right by my side. If you do this and succeed, I will let your father live and tell you who your mother is."

Her heart roared inside her chest. She had always yearned to know anything about her mother. And he knew who she was?

She hesitated for a second before saying, "Fine. I'll do it."

He smiled rather creepily. "Excellent."

He stood up out of his chair. He was very tall, probably a few inches over six feet. He made his way over to her. "Are you ready to receive the Mark?"

No. She wasn't ready to receive the bloody Dark Mark.

But she would have to be.

She held out her arm and braced herself.

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