The plan had however worked. Voldemort trusted my uncle, and Draco was safe. I knew I would be a target to be enrolled. It was inevitable. The only person to know about any of what had happened was George. I told him to keep it a secret. We had to tell Voldemort something so we told him a ruse. It didn’t work, and George lost his ear (Fred kept joking that as I could read him it didn’t matter) and Moody died. Luckily people didn’t care what I looked like so I apparated from Knockturn Alley, to the Black House, to the Elvish World, to the Burrow. I was so happy to be at the Burrow for Bill and Fleur’s wedding. I was welcomed as family with Charlie and Percy too. Late in the evening we were dancing and as I turned around there were death-eaters everywhere. I wanted to protect them but Arthur had warned me if I do it just draws them to me. It was Harry they wanted anyway.

As a new term started, I was supposed to start studying at the Ministry but it just never happened. Too many things were going on. My uncle became Headmaster of Hogwarts and it changed to a Dark Arts school. I had finally had to play my final card. The last thing I had was my weapon that I knew it was Lucius who had killed my mother. All I had to do was stress him enough, and it worked. I had not heard from any of the Weasley’s for ages, and it hurt. I had to see them so I started living in Diagon Alley with the boys. We needed a change. Harry, Ron and Hermione were risking a lot. We had to too.

We became part of the Order of the Phoenix. Everyone had their different gifts and everyone had their orders to follow. In May Harry arrived at Hogwarts, through the passage at Abberforth’s. I think he was still blinded by hatred but I don’t blame him. I just wish he had known everything we were doing as “double agents”.