First Is The Worst, Second Is Still The Worst, And The Third Is Still Terrible.

Chapter 1

“Yes.. the Dark Lord’s assistant thought you were a fit. You’ll be training with Raco everyday now, he’ll be important to you since the more important Death Eaters are doing worse things. You’re first target is Hanile Bakery, not very important but there’s a lot of people so you’re chance of sabotage increases.” “I already moved all of your stuff upstairs, I’ll meet you upstairs.. Ms. Holt.” “Layton, call me Lydia.” “Lydia, call me Raco.” I sprinted up the stairs. “Oh Lydia. I wasn’t done yet but this is your room.” Black walls, two small windows, puny closet, and a bed. At least it was pretty bright.. but it was so fake! This! This was my h-home! “Oh thank you so much Raco! I ju-just need a l-li-little time to a-adjust!” I broke out sobbing in front of him. This wasn’t Death Eater material. “Woah, what’s wrong? I mean- I know that is crazy and it’s not the ideal situation but do.. do you want privacy?” “Yes, I- no. It’s fine. Just need some time, just time.” “I’m sorry, I know you don’t really want this but there’s not much I can do.” Yeah, supporting. I cried myself to sleep that night. The next morning I called my mom to tell her the go- the news. “Hey, mom. I- no. I didn’t. That didn’t happen. Yes, I’m safe. And I got in. No, I- MOM! I mean the Death Eaters. I live here now. I’m doing fine. I know, I’ll visit sooner or later. Bye, I love you.” Now onto huhhhhh Raco. I walked over to his room, each step with dread. I went up to his door and heard his practicing.. a guitar? “You play guitar?!” “WHAT! NO ONE SAID THAT!” He quickly shuffled and put away his guitar. “Look! My mom said that only soft people play a guitar. I just- forget. I won’t talk about yesterday I’d you don’t talk about today? Deal?” He does make a good deal. “Hey, I find that extremely killer. I mean you should literally shred those strings.. on top of somebody!” He chuckled. I haven’t heard that in a long time. I miss being able to laugh and goof off. Maybe I can do that again. “You aren’t wrong but I would wish that on my guitar.” “Don’t think of the person? Maybe that’s why you’re teaching me. Now don’t keep me waiting! I was chosen for a reason.” “Ok ok you’re good at transitioning. Now, what do you not know?” “I don’t know!” “Do you know Ventus?” “Yeah.” “Alohomora?” “Yeah.” “What else?” “Wait a moment. Riddikulus, Obliviate, Lumos, Nox, Sectumsempra, Expelliarmus, Wingardium Leviosa, Aguamenti, Brackium Emendo, Bubble-Head Charm, Confundo, Cushioning Charm, Engorgio, Accio, Finite Incantatem, Gripping Charm, Homenum Revelio, Muffliato, Oculus Reparo, Petrificus Totalus, Point Me, Protego-” “OKAY!” “Oh I’m still going! I’m doing what you asked! Reducio, Stupefy, Accio, Caterwauling Charm, Bat-Bogey Hex, Cheering Charm, Colloportus, Confringo, Descendo, Diffindo, Disillusionment Charm, Episkey, Evanesco, Expecto Patronum, Impedimenta, Impervius, Incendio, Levicorpus, Liberacorpus, Locomotor, Morsmordre, Permanent Sticking Charm, Portus, Priori Incantato, Reducto, Rennervate, Reparo, Rictusempra, Sonorus, Taboo, Tergeo, Unbreakable Vow, and of course the Unforgivable Curses.” “I would Silencio you but I’m too nice.” “Yeah, that’s why you’re in Hufflepuff!” “Quit it! You seem like you know all the spells so I’ll teach you hand to hand combat.” “Ooo so we’re holding hands now?” “Yeah yes, temporarily before I throw you on the floor.” That day was a good day. I think Raco can be my friend. I learned the “basics” that day. It helped. But I still don’t know why Raco joined the Death Eaters until a package came. I saw it in his room. “Raco Layton. Slytherin. Parents: Bellatrix Lestrange and Rodolphus Lestrange. DANGEROUS.”