Tragic Perfection By Shadow

1.03 pm

Pansy Parkinson wasn't the nicest person in Hogwarts, everyone knew that she wouldn't be winning any awards for kindness in near future, but she had not started out that way. Does anyone? No, she was made into what she was by many of her relatives. Death Eaters, followers of the Dark Lord... Monsters.

She had once been a warm little girl, so sweet and innocent. Pig-tails and sundresses... She still wore sundresses, to create the illusion of innocence. The memory so sweet and nice. Gods how she did so miss it. She had not had the chance to hold on very long before her parents began to transform her, change her into a proper, pompous, prim, pure-blooded princess.

And all she wore was green. There really was nothing wrong with the color, if selected in the right shade. But to wear royal green every day, it was tiring. But she did it anyway, to please all of the people that were counting on her to become the perfect Death Eater wife.

Death Eater, what kind of name was that for an evil lord's followers? A laughable one!

But she had put up with everything and become the picture of tragic perfect. She had the planned out life that everyone had wanted for her. She had become a Death Eater, married Draco Malfoy, and now she had an eight-month-old baby at eighteen. Why anyone would want this life for their child, she did not know. But everything was fine with her parents and pretty normal in her life.

Until the day Draco had come home, panting and out of breath, saying to grab Dahlia and floo to Hogwarts. She had known Draco all of her life, and even trusted him with it and vice-versa, and he knew she wasn't happy with anything in her life, with the exception of their family. So as soon as they arrived at Hogwarts and had blocked the fireplace, he told her the one thing that could not have helped the situation in any way.

He was a spy.

A spy for goodness sakes! He worked with and for Albus Dumbledore, which was why they were at Hogwarts, the Death Eaters had discovered his true mission and they had to hide so that they would not get to them or their daughter. And then he smiled at her dumbfounded look and asked a question she had longed to hear all her life.

"Will you help us, Pansy?"

1.23 pm

a/n: Dahlia is a type of flower and their meanings range from a sign of warning, to change, to travel, to even a portent of betrayal;)