Living a Life as Voldemort's Daughter

The Real Deal

A/N: I'm happy that I'm already on the What's Hot Fan Fiction list so I am writing earlier so I can make a longer chapter or just post sooner! Thanks for reading!

Sarah's POV:

Tomorrow.  

Tomorrow. 

Tomorrow. 

Tomorrow.

I just couldn't get over the fact that the day I will kill Dumbledore is tomorrow. After all of my (Draco's) hard work, the deed will be done. I hope Dad is proud.

I started pacing in the common room, nearly hopping with excitement.

"Let me see it," I demanded to Draco while trying to prevent myself from screaming my lungs out because of all the excitement building up inside me.

Draco nodded and slipped to the wall near the common room exit. With all of the commotion going on with the Slytherins, we escaped without being seen or noticed. At least I thought....

"Hey, guys!" Hannah put a hand each on me and Draco's shoulders, nearly making us jump. We were walking so swiftly and silently with our minds full, we never even heard her footsteps.

"What are you doing?" she asked either of us. As her best friend, I answered the question.

"It's done! We're going to see it now!" I responded as a whispered yell. She looked confused, disappointed, then confused again.

"The Vanishing Cabinet. In the Room of Requirement? Oh well. You don't need to know, but being a Slytherin, you want to know, right?" I answered and asked.

"I am actually curious," she told us. "Carry me to the seventh floor!" Hannah held out her arms as if she expected us to grab each one and hold her above our heads all the way to the seventh floor. As if!

"Levicorpus," I pronounced.

"Oh shoot," were her last words before she was hoisted into the air by her ankles.

"Are you comfortable up there, Hannah?" Draco asked, finally speaking for the first time since we left the common room.

"Except for the fact that there is blood rushing to my head, it is quite comfortable," Hannah told us. Her face was reddening quickly so I put her back on the ground.

We managed to escape to the seventh floor without being caught. After walking back and forth in front of the blank wall, a door appeared. We all entered.

"This is the place?" I asked with disgust.

"Doesn't look very organized," said Hannah.

There were mounds of random, useless garbage that was laying around in piles. Hannah and I didn't web realize Draco started heading toward the cabinet.

"DRACO!" Hannah yelled his name to try to find him.

"MARCO!" came a distant reply.

"I DON'T LIKE THIS GAME!" I yelled back. "WHERE ARE YOU?"

Draco appeared from behind one of the mounds closer to us. Hannah and I looked at each other with stupidity etched across our faces and we started toward him.

Draco revealed a tall, metal cabinet. After opening the door and placing a green apple inside, he close the door and muttered something in Latin. He opened the door again, and nothing was there. He once again closed the door, muttered more Latin, and opened the door to reveal the apple as good as new.

"This will work with the Death Eaters. I have practiced this on other living things, but I preferred to use a apple today. The Death Eaters will get in without a scratch on their face." Draco explained.