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Chapter 1 : The Task
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His father’s Master walked in front of him. Now that his father was dead, it was up to him to carry out his business. He was barely seventeen years old. He hadn’t even graduated from Hogwarts yet.
“What have I told you to do, Clisk?” He said, looking down on him with the only part of his darkly robed body that was revealed—his harsh black eyes. The eyes didn’t gleam like Hagrid’s did. They were dull, and looked like black holes set in his face.
Clisk wanted to look into those eyes. He was taught to look into the eyes of his commander. He knew that if he looked, he would regret it. “You have ordered me to take out Harry Potter, sir,” he said, staring at the ground.
“Look at me!” His Master yelled, gathering a handful of Clisk’s robes, and pulling him upright. Clisk stood, staring at him. “We cannot get to Harry Potter because…?”
Clisk chanced a glance into the dark pools in the open space of his Master’s hood. A shiver ran through his spine, but he looked up at him. “Because Ron Weasley is in our way, sir.”
“How is Ron Weasley in our way, boy?” His Master began to pace around him, not taking his eyes off of him.
“He is an Auror. The best of his time. The best since Mad-Eye Moody. He is Harry Potter’s best friend as well. He guards Potter with his life,” he looked straight ahead. This way, he would appear obedient, but still not looking into His eyes.
“Good, good. What do we do with people that get in our way?” He stopped and stared at the back of Clisk’s hood, which was as black as His eyes.
“We terminate them,” he shivered again. His Master noticed, but he did not say anything.
“Right you are, boy. You will do what, then?” He didn’t move from behind Clisk, who did not like that he could not see him.
“I shall destroy Ron Weasley,” he responded formally, his gray eyes set on the stone wall in front of him.
“How will you do this?” He asked tactically.
Clisk was not sure what he would do with Weasley. What would be the best way to get rid of him? He racked his brain for the right answer. “Tackle his weakest point,” he said at long last.
“Excellent. What is his weakest point, then?”
His heart skipped a beat. He did not know that. “I—I don’t know, sir.”
“Well, then. It appears you have a fault in your plan, Clisk. What do you do about it?” His Master said reproachfully. He was growing tired of this boy’s lack of knowledge. He had been set near the Potters’ house, and he did not find anything out that was worth knowing.
“I…I don’t sir,” he repeated. He felt cold sweat trickle down his nose. His Master did not like it when he did not know things. He had two strikes against him. If he failed to do something again—he shuddered at the thought, and dismissed it from his mind.
“Well. I have a suggestion. Ron Weasley has a daughter, does he not?”
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