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The woods were dark and foreboding but he was not afraid; instead the quiet intensity calmed him. Taking confident steps forward he located the item he was told was hidden in the forest, tied to a old, crippled elder tree. Reaching for the thin black cord, he momentarily thought of turning back. He shook his head once then grabbed the cord more forcefully than intended. As soon as his skin touched the leather he was jerked quickly out of the forbidden forest by the port-key.

Staggering for balance his eyes darted around a dark sweltering hot room. He blinked against the harsh smoke that was wafting from the fireplace, until his eyes fell upon the Dark Lord’s chair. Slowly he kneeled behind the chair, and Lord Voldemort turned to face him, laughing.

“Draco Malfoy. Your father could not attend this meeting, he has other business. However your orders will not change.” Voldemort smiled then, his eyes become slits and Draco bowed his head farther. “I know that you are eager to join me, but you must complete a task for me first, to prove your loyalty.”

“Yes, Master.”

“I want Taryn Faye.” Draco glanced up, not sure he was hearing right. “I believe that you are acquainted with her.”

“Yes, Master. What do you want me to do?”

“I want her to come to our side willingly. She is the key to my success.”

“How do we acquire her?”

“Don’t be stupid boy!” Voldemort felt his patience waning. “Get close to her, close enough to convince her that her allegiance should lie with me. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I will be checking on your progress. Do not disappoint me.” Voldemort signaled that the meeting was over. Draco rose and clutched his port-key for the second time. Seconds later he found himself back in the forbidden forest. Why did Voldemort want Taryn? There had to be more to her, but what? Gaining her trust would not be as easy as it sounded. He would not fail though. To fail was to die, and that was simply not an option.

* * * * * *

“I still can’t believe we’re going down there again.”


“Well, I can’t. Do you really like her then mate?” Ron asked Harry as the three Gryffindors walked down to the Slytherin Dungeons.

“I never said I liked her Ron, I just sad I felt bad that she was stuck in Slytherin.”

“Oh Harry, we don’t mind if you like her.” Hermione said.

“Thanks, but right now I just want to figure her out.” Hermione frowned at him.

“Be careful with that Harry. She won’t open up to you if she thinks you’re prying.”

“Did you tell her what time to meet us Harry? Yesterday she came out ten minutes after we got here.” Ron asked as they stopped at the end of the passage to the Dungeons.

“Er, I don’t think I did.” Harry said sheepishly.

“Well if she’s not out here in fifteen minutes then I’m leaving
without her.” Twenty-five minutes later she still had not appeared.

“Where is she? There is only a half an hour left of breakfast. She wasn’t nearly this late yesterday.” Almost on cue the Portrait swung open, but not to reveal Taryn.

“What are you doing here, Potter?” Malfoy spat.

“We’re waiting for Taryn, not that it’s any of your business.” Hermione replied.

“She didn’t stand you up did she Potter? Maybe you’re not her type.”

“What did you do to her?” Harry growled.

“I didn’t do-” Malfoy didn’t finish, he was cut off by a loud scream from inside the Syltherin dormitory.

“What the hell was that? Malfoy if you did anything to her I swear I’ll-”

“Too bad you can’t come in and find out.” Malfoy said with a cocky smile as he quickly reentered the Syltherin Dungeons. As soon as he was inside Pansy came flying at him.

“I didn’t do anything I swear! I just tried to wake her up and she started screaming!” Draco pushed past her and ran up to the girls’ dormitories. Taryn was still asleep, the screams had subsided but tears were streaming down her face as she sobbed in her sleep.

“Taryn!” Draco rushed over to her and jerked her shaking shoulders in an attempt to wake her up. “Taryn, wake up!” He shook her again, and she opened her eyes frantically looking around, like she didn’t know where she was. Her eyes rested on his face.

“Draco?” She whispered.

“Yes, it’s me, I’m here.” He reached up a hand to wipe away her tears, but she pulled back.

“What do think you’re doing up here?” She asked suspiciously.

“You were screaming bloody murder, what did you expect me to do?”

“I was screaming?”

“Yes, that’s why I came up here.”

“Why would you care?”

“Why would I care? You were screaming bloody murder, somebody had to do something.”

“It didn't have to be you. I don't know what you thought you were going to gain by coming up here, but you can leave now."

“Fine, next time you can scream yourself mute. I hope you enjoy it."

“I said, you can leave now.” Taryn whispered dangerously. As Draco haughtily retreated from the room she dropped her head into her hands. She could feel the pain even now that the dream had gone. She could still feel the rain falling down on that night so long ago. The night that Aunt Carol said they had to leave forever, because it wasn’t safe anymore. She shouldn’t remember it, it was much too long ago, but she did anyway. Taryn could still sense the evil and feel the terror of running from something that could not be seen. She had her first vision that night, it still had not come true and for that she was grateful. Climbing out of bed she pushed the dream from her mind and tried to focus on better things; like who she was meeting for breakfast.

* * * * * *

“Taryn! Are you okay?” Harry rushed to Taryn’s side as she
climbed out of the portrait hole.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“We heard someone screaming.” Hermione said coming up on her other side.

“Oh, I had a nightmare. No big deal.” Taryn said dismissing it casually even though it was still difficult to suppress the fear that had been awoken inside of her. Harry and Ron exchanged glances. If her nightmares were even a little bit like Harry’s then it most definitely was a big deal.

“Hey, Taryn we’re starting Quidditch practice this week. You want to come watch us?” Ron said, changing the subject.

“That depends, are you any good?”

“Are we any good? Harry did you hear that? She has to ask. I’ll have you know we’re going to win the Cup this year!” He finished as they walked into the Great Hall.

Taryn looked over at the Slytherin table as she walked by. Malfoy’s blonde head could be spotted from a mile away, and she saw it clearly. She bit her lip thinking about how mean she had been to him that morning. Sure he had been in her bedroom, and she had only been wearing a camisole and shorts, but still. He had woken her up and claimed to be there because 'somebody had to'. Boys. Why must they be so hard to figure out? Both Harry and Draco were, in different ways though. Harry was calm and quiet, but behind those green eyes was more depth and feeling than he let on. He was fighting his own war even though he hid it well. Draco was the opposite, he seemed to fight with everyone to cover up what was really going on inside of him. Taryn swore he looked genuine when he woke her up, like he was really concerned for her safety. But then as she as she saw it, he covered it up. Taryn hated the masks that everyone wore and the way they fought about trivial things. If only they realized, they don’t have enough time to worry about things like that. Life was too short and Taryn knew it all too well.

* * * * * *

What did Voldemort want with her? Draco couldn’t get it off of his mind. She must be a pureblood witch for him to want her, but what is so special about her? There had to be some way to figure it out. He had said that she was the key to his success. Maybe she was powerful, or maybe she knew something or possessed something. Maybe she came from an ancient evil family and, stop, Draco told himself. None of things that he could thing of would explain it. He had to look somewhere else. Gathering his books he jogged to library. He knew that this was far more important that Herbology. Once in the Library he went straight to the History section. He knew exactly what book he was looking for, he had used it before. Scanning the rows of dusty novels he finally found it, A Genealogy of Wizarding Families. His own family was notably mentioned in chapter six, along with their family tree. Draco only hoped that Taryn’s family would also be in the book. Laying the book down on a nearby table, he flipped to the index. Using a finger he scanned through the F section until he found it, Faye page 278. He eagerly turned the pages, hoping it was the right family tree and that there were no other pureblooded Faye families. At the bottom of the page were two names, Carol and Christine Faye. He assumed that one of these women was Taryn’s mother. One had died fifteen years ago, two years before the book was printed and the other was still living. This meant either could be Taryn’s mother as no father was mentioned for either. Reading the names carefully he noticed that Faye was not the name of a great-grandfather. In Taryn’s family the women kept their last names. That was not the only odd thing that Draco found. All of the women had died shortly after their daughters were born and they always had daughters. There were no sons on Taryn’s family tree. The only one who lived past the age of thirty was Carol Faye who had no husband or children. Draco frowned, more random scenarios were running through his head, each as unlikely as the next. Closing the book, Draco thoughtfully ran a hand through his hair he would have to do more than just look up her family history to find out who she really was. When he left the library, instead of going to Herbology he went to the owlrey, he had a very important letter to send.

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