Daughter of Evil

A little fun

Alexia p.o.v.

"Do you understand Alexia?" My uncle Lucius asked me. He had just finished telling me of my special task to kill Dumbledore. I'd never really cared for the man, but nor did I want to kill him, or anyone for that matter. "Yes, of course." I mutter gripping my wand tightly. I didn't like my uncle. He was very serious about his Death Eater duties and it worried me. Soon enough Voldemort will find he is no longer useful and that will be the end of him.

"Good. I won't hesitate to tell you, that this is a very important task. If you fail..." He trailed off eying me curiously. I knew what he was going to say. It was obvious wasn't it? I would get killed. I couldn't let that happen. I wouldn't. I had many reasons to live and I wasn't ready to accept death.

I left the room leaving Lucius alone. I set off to find my cousin. We needed to talk.

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I headed down a long hallway till I found Draco's room. I remember long ago playing there with him when we were children. It was covered in emerald Slytherin banners and a mahogany wooden bed lay in the middle. A balcony lay off to one side and an attached bathroom was on the other.

Draco was out on the balcony staring at the midnight sky. I hadn't even noticed how late it was. Hearing my footsteps, Draco turned toward me. His white blond hair was slightly ruffled from our "experience" earlier. It was awful. I'd never endured so much pain before. It brings me back to my horrible childhood when I had started doing some accidental magic as young witches and wizards often did. I had accidentally burnt down half of our mansion and even though my mother could have just done "Reparo" my mother had gone mental and used the Cruciactus curse on me for nearly ten minutes. I still wake up with nightmares from then.

"Evening Lexi."

I smiled at the nickname Draco often used with me. He was the only person I let call me that.

"Hello Draco." I said joining him beside the rails and placing my wand in my back pocket.

"I miss Harry." I blurt out lost in thought. UghI was thinking about the handsome Gryffindor again...

"Potter?! That blustering prat!" Malfoy splutters clearly annoyed with me.

"What? I...uh kinda sorta like him." I mutter feeling my cheeks grow hot.

"You like Potter? Wait till your mum hears about this!" He smirks running back inside. I immediately chase after him grabbing my wand from my pocket. "Immobulus!" I shout and Draco freezes completely. I grin.

"Now what were you saying about my mum?"