Amelia was with Draco in the Room of Requirement on a fine Saturday morning. She was still mad at what the boy she thought was her best friend had done. Not only did he kill one muggle, but he killed three, just like that. Draco glanced at her, not in worry, but in amusement. He suddenly had an idea.

‘Wait, what if we transport Death Eaters to Hogwarts?’ asked Draco.

Amelia shrugged, not really agreeing to putting Hogwarts in danger. Draco raised his eyebrows, then he got a parchment and wrote down his idea. He put it in the cabinet. The response came quickly. It was a patronus shaped like a serpent. It was hissing unclear words. The serpent patronus nodded its head and vanished.

‘They agree to the idea?’ Amelia asked indifferently, crossing her arms.

‘Looks like it.’ 

Voices came out of the cabinet.

‘Open up, Draco!’ a voice shrieked.

Draco glanced at Amelia, who nodded. He opened the door of the cabinet to reveal a tall woman with long, thick, shining black hair. She had thin lips and dark, heavy-lidded eyes. She had a strong jaw. It was Bellatrix Lestrange.

‘Who’s that?’ Bellatrix demanded. ‘Ah. It must be that Clearwater girl from last year. Too bad her father was a loser, but why is she here Draco? I thought you were working alone!’

‘I was… but she has helped, a lot.’

Amelia looked at him in surprise. Bellatrix then looked at Amelia and shrugged.

‘More Death Eaters are coming soon Draco, get ready.’

He nodded. A bang came from the Vanishing Cabinet and Draco opened it to disclose five more Death Eaters. They were: Amycus Carrow, Alecto Carrow, Corban Yaxley, Thorfin Rowely and Fenrir Greyback.

‘It’s time to kill Dumbledore. Time to feast on delicious childrens’ throats,’ Fenrir Greyback said, licking his dirty yellow teeth. 

He was a werewolf.

‘Our mission is to only kill Dumbledore!’ Rowely said angrily.

‘No! Draco’s mission is to kill Dumbledore, not our’s!’ said Bellatrix, annoyed. 

‘Whatever, wait, who’s that?’ Rowely asked as he pointed at Amelia.

‘Clearwater.’

‘Oh, like father, like daughter,’ said Rowely, thumping Amelia on the back.

She flinched a little. These Death Eaters certainly knew her father well because of last year. 

‘Now Draco, we need a way to lead Dumbledore there,’ said Bellatrix as she pointed at the Astronomy tower.

‘Dark mark,’ grunted Fenrir Greyback.

‘Yes!’ said Bellatrix.

She pointed at Alecto Carrow, who grunted and stood up.

‘Morsmordre!’ she yelled as she pointed her wand above the Astronomy tower.

It was a colossal skull, composed of what looked like emerald stars, with a serpent protruding from its mouth like a tongue. As they watched, it rose higher and higher, blazing in a haze of greenish smoke, etched against the black sky like a new constellation. 

‘Let’s go!’

The Death Eaters, Draco and Amelia ran up the tower and waited for a minute. They heard a bang. 

‘Oh, must be that Order of Phoenix lot,’ said Yaxely. ‘We’ll go fight them. Draco, Clearwater, stay here.’

Amelia and Draco nodded. 

A few seconds later, someone appeared.

‘Go! Amelia, just go! Hide or something!’ Draco said as they heard a voice.

Amelia shook her head.

‘No! It’s probably Dumbledore!’ she said, taking her wand out as Draco did the same.  

‘And that is the exact reason I want you to hide!’ Draco whisper-shouted.

He then took a deep breath.

‘Sorry.’

He pushed Amelia hard. She went downstairs, hurting her leg and saw through a triangular gap that Draco was standing there, his wand pointing at the slightly open door. One figure came in. Dumbledore.

Amelia gasped quietly then started to slowly climb the stairs, her leg still hurt.

‘Ah. Draco Malfoy,’ Dumbledore sighed then closed his eyes.

Draco didn’t say anything. He was rooted on the spot, his arms shaking. 

‘Draco, you don’t have to do this. You are no assassin.’

Dumbledore still looked calm as his eyes twinkled through his half moon spectacles. 

‘How do you know what I am?’

‘There were times, weren’t there, when you were not sure you would succeed in mending the Cabinet? And you resorted to crude and badly judged measures such as sending me a cursed necklace that was bound to reach the wrong hands... poisoning mead there was only the slightest chance I might drink…’

‘I will make it easier for you,’ Dumbledore added, as calm as ever.

He raised his wand in front of Draco.

‘Expelliarmus!’ Draco yelled, Dumbledore’s wand flying through the air.

Dumbledore’s wand hit the floor and rolled away from its owner. 

Draco was breathing heavily. He looked towards Amelia’s direction. 

She stood there, buggy-eyed. She then heard noises in the distance. She thought she only saw a head. It was Harry Potter under an invisibility cloak. She quickly ran away so that Harry wouldn't see her. 

‘I repeat, you don’t have to do this, Draco.’

‘Why don’t you understand?’ Draco said impatiently. ‘He’ll kill me and my family if I don’t do this! I was chosen!’

He rolled up his left sleeve to uncover the Dark Mark, embedded on his arm. It was very dark and it seemed as though it was black skin stuck on Draco’s pale arm. There were several scratches and there was dry blood. Amelia and Dumbledore noticed it. Dumbledore gave a weak smile.

‘You tried to rub it off… We can help you, protect you and can protect your parents. Though your father is already protected in Azkaban.’

‘You can’t help with anything! I snuck Death Eaters right under your nose!’ 

‘I am quite impressed. Tell me how you did it while we wait for your fellow Death Eaters to arrive.’ 

‘I used the Vanishing Cabinet to make them come here,’ Draco sneered as his arm stopped shaking. 

‘And how did you poison the meade?’ 

Dumbledore stopped and closed his eyes, then sighed. 

‘Of course... Madam Rosmerta. She had been imperiused all this time? And I see that you have been communicating with her using magical coins. Wasn’t that the strategy that Dumbledore’s Army used?’

‘Yes,’ said Draco breathlessly. ‘I got the idea from that mudblood Granger.’

‘Don’t say that offensive word in front of me,’ Dumbledore said, his voice slightly stronger. 

‘You care about me calling someone a mudblood when you’re about to die?’ 

Dumbledore’s eyes had the fire in them for a fraction of a second.

Dumbledore is so calm. Dumbledore isn’t worried. He knows Draco won’t kill him. He knows. He knew it all along.

‘Now tell me, you made Amelia Clearwater “help” you with your mission, did you not? I didn’t really expect that.’

‘I didn’t make her!’ 

‘I chose to,’ a voice said. 

Amelia stepped out of the shadows, revealing herself. She looked pale. Draco looked at her with narrowed, scared grey eyes. 

‘Ah, Amelia. How wonderful it is to see you.’

‘It’s Clearwater to you. And anyway, you are actually greeting me when you’re about to get k-killed by Draco?’ Amelia said with a different voice; it was dark and serious. 

Dumbledore sighed.

‘Amelia, you aren’t aware of what you are doing. Would Victoria really want this?’ 

Amelia gasped. Her life was busy getting risked so much that she forgot about her mother. She forgot her dying mother’s last words. The words hit her heart like an icy sword. Her eyes widened as Draco started lowering his wand because of Amelia’s mother’s mention. 

‘As I expected,’ said Dumbledore, looking at Amelia’s expression. He smiled sadly.