Death Eaters

A month has passed since Malia has been recruited to become a death eater, a month has passed since her best friend was murdered right in front of her. Lets just say a lot can happen in a month, now Malia has to get her morals in check while still maintaining a perfect school life and death eater life.
Editing by @ Nightshadecreepypasa
//Sequel to Malia Black//


4. Chapter 4

Malia's POV


I awoke the next day in my bed. The smell of tears, and the taste of disappointment filled me up causing my eyes to sting with tears again. I dragged myself out of bed and to the great hall, I didn't even bother to change into my clothes, I just kept my PJ's on.

I slowly sit down at the Slytherin table, ignoring all the judgemental stares. I decided to eat some toast as well as an orange. Yeah, that sounds like a good breakfast to me, I continued to eat my orange as I dusted a few toast crumbs off my Pyjama pants. 

I completely skipped lessons with Bellatrix last night, I couldn't handle it. I know that I'll get in deep shit but I'll just lie and say I wasn't feeling well, actually, that's half honest I guess.

As I took a sip of some pumpkin juice, a flock of owls came through the great hall and dropped letters and packages off to people who received them. I rolled my eyes and took another drink, when a letter landed right in front of me. I did a slight glare at the owl, it must have messed up. I carefully reached out and grasped the letter, I flipped it over to the front and saw that it was in fact addressed to me. I looked over to Draco who was across the table, he had a letter too. Naturally I recognized the handwriting on the letter to be aunt Narcissa's

I sighed and got up from my table, and headed towards the nearest girls restroom. I can't have anyone read this unless it's someone I can trust. I opened it up and read the note:


You can't skip out on your lessons or your mother and I will get in a lot of trouble from the Dark Lord. Please attend the rescheduled lesson for tonight. Also please find Draco, your mother, as well as the Dark Lord has now insisted that you try to be closer to each other, but in a discreet way so that Potter doesn't figure anything out. Best of luck, and see you tonight at 8 PM sharp. 

Take care,


I glared at the letter. Of fucking course they would reschedule it! I stormed out of the restroom and headed towards potions. On my way to class, I decided to throw on a robe but stayed in my P'js under it. As soon as I got there, I found Draco who seemed just as happy to see me as I was to see him. I completely ignored Ron and just kind of worked on my own. The day progressed fairly quick. When 7pm rolled around I decided it was about time I head to the manner. 

When I got there, I found that I was half an hour early so I decided to go to my room and paint my nails. I started to look for the nail polish but after twenty minutes of searching, I realized it was nowhere to be found. Well shit. I sat on my bed, and noticed a few things out of place as well. My guess is; Someone went through my stuff. I started going through a list of people that would do that, and although it's a long list there's really no one who would do that except-

My bedroom door opened, revealing a guilty looking Draco. 

"You! It was you, wasn't it! You snuck in here and went through my stuff!" 

Draco was taken aback with this statement.

"I did not! I only came here to ask if you've seen Cora yet?" He asked quietly.

"Fuck you Draco. How dare you come in here and ask me about her, you had the fucking chance to save he-"

"You said someone went through your stuff?"

"Yes, but that's not what I'm-"

"I bet it was Cora." 

I highly fucking doubt that, however the more I thought about it the more true the statement came to be. 

"Okay, well maybe it was her, but why would she go through my stuff? I mean we have no actual proof of her even being a ghost." I snapped. With this, Draco had to take a minute before letting out a long harsh breath. 

"I've seen her." 

I sighed and pulled out a cigarette, this is going to be a very long night. 

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