Fred and George had finished at Hogwarts and wanted to start their new venture. We started by using my house in Knockturn Alley it would be a good place to hide. I would love to see the look on my father’s face if he knew his money was buying a joke shop. It never fails to make me smile. By this time, I’d grown really close to George, the sort of close we could read each other. I think, I loved him but didn’t want to, I wasn’t ready. My uncle grew mysteriously absent, I would get letters but this was serious. The Ministry now understood there was a problem and I felt that now was the time to play the card I had been holding to my chest. I set everything up for the whole Weasley Family at Gringotts, should anything happen to me. This consisted of Gaunt, Riddle and Snape possessions and money. The time I felt had come to out myself to my father.

Decisions we make are down to us I knew that my uncle was in some way “with” both parties again working as a double agent. I trusted that my uncle would be with me always. I knew Dumbledore had a plan. He had come to our house at Knockturn Alley and gone with my uncle to the basement. This meant he was ill. That was our code. I left the house in search of my father, in truth not difficult. He was at the Malfoy Manor preparing Draco for something. It was horrible. I had never seen Draco looked that scared. Draco recognised me from school and to say I was bold is putting it lightly. I think Voldemort thought I was a girlfriend of Draco’s come to join the cause. He was impressed. Until I got to the good stuff. Again, I kept a few cards in my pocket, just in case. He now knew his daughter was alive and well, and some found out he had one. He also found out his death was unnecessary. I took back as much information as I could to my uncle and the plan was formed.

How much Draco understood about what was going on, I don’t know. He thought he was tough now that he had been “chosen”. I remember an argument with him and none of his spells came close to me. But that’s normal. For some reason I was taking a lot of NEWTs that year it was so frustrating. My uncle was finally Defence against the Dark Arts teacher and Professor Slughorn was doing Potions. It was truly strange not being around George but we were sending constant messages. I had never been the eldest before. My uncle was at least content with the fact that I was going to all the parties and in the “favourites” photos. Despite everything that was going on he still had my future in mind and was prepared to put me in the best place possible. By now I was also not using a wand.

News was becoming more and more grave. We knew what we had to do and I really wish it hadn’t been what it was. Dumbledore moved the exams closer so I could finish sooner rather than later, uncle created ties with the death eaters and I made sure Draco was weak, luring him to the Astronomy Tower at the correct moment. All three of us were actors and we all had to play our role. I couldn’t be seen to I was to transfigure and protect Draco. Uncle had made the unbreakable vow, and I was willing to do my part. It was time for Dumbledore to die. This was the only person I would be able to say goodbye to first. I don’t know what people thought about be that night in fact that day but it was not the same afterwards. We had been part of an act/crime and there was no going back.