He stood in the doorway, waiting for the moment to attack, watching the passer-by's. His wand in his pocket and walking cane in hand, he looked pretty normal-for a wizard that is. Dressed in black with the same colored bowler hat on, he tried to blend in. Being a death eater, all he owned was black. From his shoes to his hat, his eyes and hair matched his outfit.
'Midnight' is what he goes by in the deatheater circles. Phillip is what everyone else knew him as. He walked forward, his cane tapping with every other step. A couple of people in the corner of the diner stared at him as he passed, he paid little attention to them. It was Saturday. A Hogwarts weekend. He knew this from a young death eater by the name of Draco Malfoy who told the inner circle of everything going on at his school. He was just like his father, from the way he looked and dressed to his attitude and sneer. Midnight was a spy just as Draco, but he wasn't in the inner circle like the young Malfoy. Draco had connections. He was the Dark Lord's right hand man before he was a death eater. Midnight was jealous of the little bastard. He was a few years older than the blond, yet he wasn't even considered dirt to the Dark Lord.
He'd get Draco if it was the last thing he did, but that wasn't the issue at the moment.
An attack to show Voldemort that he wasn't a worthless little man everyone thought he was. He wasn't a coward. Never. He'd give his life for the Dark Side. He almost has, several times. There was nothing more important to him than getting the respect he deserved. He pushed the wooden door open with his black leather gloved hand, letting it close behind him with a soft snap. A gust of cold wind flipped his black cloak out behind him, a light snow was starting to fall, not enough to stick on him or the ground.
He glanced around. Children going in and out of the small stores in Hogsmeade. Most trying to get into a new store. Wizard Weaslies, or something. It didn't matter. He wouldn't attack there. It'd be somewhere more important to the people around here, yet where he could get out easily after killing. He seen someone familiar out of the corner of his eye. Black hair, red hair, and bushy brown. He turned his head to the side slightly. A new idea dawned on him. Why kill many when you could have one very important one? He watched as the trio went into the Three Broomsticks, then followed them in at a slower pace, allowing them to get their drinks and a table before pulling out his wand, and turning toward them.
Potter's back was to him.
It would be quick and clean. No screaming until he was gone. Unless he wanted Potter to beg for death. Midnight smirked. Widespread panic. He liked that idea. Having Potter in pain, begging for mercy at his feet. It pleased him to think of it. It never happened. Granger looked up at him. At first it was just to see who it was, then is was confusion, then fear. Her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open. "Ha...Harry." she said. Midnight could read her lips. The brunette tapped Potter's hand, he looked up at her as she whispered something to him, looking back up at the deatheater
who had stopped a couple of tables away, waiting for the moment when the Hero would try once again to save the day.
It wasn't going to happen. His plans had changed once Granger had seen him.
He was going to do it quickly, but she had to be the informant. She would die painfully, just as Potter would. There was another boy by the name of Ron Weasley. Of course, Midnight knew about this family. Filth. All of them. Muggle lovers, poor, and not worth his time. He'd die quickly.
Draco talked of them. One in particlular. A girl named Ginny. Her hair as flaming as her temper. He seemed quite fond
of this girl. His father didn't know of it, though. No. If he had, Draco would be dead and buried by now. Ginny was a secret fling. Probably wouldn't last very long. He wanted her body, and, from what Midnight had heard, she wanted his. Ginny Weasley had developed a crush on the young Malfoy. She practically stalked him, sending him secret love letters, always talking about him in the halls and in her dorm. Midnight knew this from Pansy Parkinson who-to help the Dark Side-had
become Ginny's new "Best Friend". Weasley girl didn't know she was being spied on. She was too gullible to understand that.
And of course Draco used this info to his advantage and used Ginny. The girl that he loved her; Draco was a great actor. He didn't love-he couldn't.
Only seconds went by, as Midnight stood there. Granger glanced up at him, then back at Potter, then to her bag where she pulled out a small bell, silver by the light that reflected off of it. His brow furrowed as she rang
it. A clear ring that echoed through the room. Everything happened in slow motion. Several people apparated in, all with wands out. One stood next to Granger, another guarded the door, two at the bar, and three were getting people out of the center of the room, closer to the walls. The room was silent. Everyone stood there, watching him, waiting for him to make a move. Midnight stared around. Aurors. All of them. The on that popped in next to Granger was whispering to the trio. The frizzy haired brunette was doing most of the talking.
"Put your wand down." One at the bar said. "We've got you covered." There was nothing that could be done. He obeyed the command and let his wand roll out of his fingers. It clattered to the floor and rolled under the table in front of him.
The next moment he was unconcious caused by a stunning charm sent by one of the aurors.
'Midnight' is what he goes by in the deatheater circles. Phillip is what everyone else knew him as. He walked forward, his cane tapping with every other step. A couple of people in the corner of the diner stared at him as he passed, he paid little attention to them. It was Saturday. A Hogwarts weekend. He knew this from a young death eater by the name of Draco Malfoy who told the inner circle of everything going on at his school. He was just like his father, from the way he looked and dressed to his attitude and sneer. Midnight was a spy just as Draco, but he wasn't in the inner circle like the young Malfoy. Draco had connections. He was the Dark Lord's right hand man before he was a death eater. Midnight was jealous of the little bastard. He was a few years older than the blond, yet he wasn't even considered dirt to the Dark Lord.
He'd get Draco if it was the last thing he did, but that wasn't the issue at the moment.
An attack to show Voldemort that he wasn't a worthless little man everyone thought he was. He wasn't a coward. Never. He'd give his life for the Dark Side. He almost has, several times. There was nothing more important to him than getting the respect he deserved. He pushed the wooden door open with his black leather gloved hand, letting it close behind him with a soft snap. A gust of cold wind flipped his black cloak out behind him, a light snow was starting to fall, not enough to stick on him or the ground.
He glanced around. Children going in and out of the small stores in Hogsmeade. Most trying to get into a new store. Wizard Weaslies, or something. It didn't matter. He wouldn't attack there. It'd be somewhere more important to the people around here, yet where he could get out easily after killing. He seen someone familiar out of the corner of his eye. Black hair, red hair, and bushy brown. He turned his head to the side slightly. A new idea dawned on him. Why kill many when you could have one very important one? He watched as the trio went into the Three Broomsticks, then followed them in at a slower pace, allowing them to get their drinks and a table before pulling out his wand, and turning toward them.
Potter's back was to him.
It would be quick and clean. No screaming until he was gone. Unless he wanted Potter to beg for death. Midnight smirked. Widespread panic. He liked that idea. Having Potter in pain, begging for mercy at his feet. It pleased him to think of it. It never happened. Granger looked up at him. At first it was just to see who it was, then is was confusion, then fear. Her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open. "Ha...Harry." she said. Midnight could read her lips. The brunette tapped Potter's hand, he looked up at her as she whispered something to him, looking back up at the deatheater
who had stopped a couple of tables away, waiting for the moment when the Hero would try once again to save the day.
It wasn't going to happen. His plans had changed once Granger had seen him.
He was going to do it quickly, but she had to be the informant. She would die painfully, just as Potter would. There was another boy by the name of Ron Weasley. Of course, Midnight knew about this family. Filth. All of them. Muggle lovers, poor, and not worth his time. He'd die quickly.
Draco talked of them. One in particlular. A girl named Ginny. Her hair as flaming as her temper. He seemed quite fond
of this girl. His father didn't know of it, though. No. If he had, Draco would be dead and buried by now. Ginny was a secret fling. Probably wouldn't last very long. He wanted her body, and, from what Midnight had heard, she wanted his. Ginny Weasley had developed a crush on the young Malfoy. She practically stalked him, sending him secret love letters, always talking about him in the halls and in her dorm. Midnight knew this from Pansy Parkinson who-to help the Dark Side-had
become Ginny's new "Best Friend". Weasley girl didn't know she was being spied on. She was too gullible to understand that.
And of course Draco used this info to his advantage and used Ginny. The girl that he loved her; Draco was a great actor. He didn't love-he couldn't.
Only seconds went by, as Midnight stood there. Granger glanced up at him, then back at Potter, then to her bag where she pulled out a small bell, silver by the light that reflected off of it. His brow furrowed as she rang
it. A clear ring that echoed through the room. Everything happened in slow motion. Several people apparated in, all with wands out. One stood next to Granger, another guarded the door, two at the bar, and three were getting people out of the center of the room, closer to the walls. The room was silent. Everyone stood there, watching him, waiting for him to make a move. Midnight stared around. Aurors. All of them. The on that popped in next to Granger was whispering to the trio. The frizzy haired brunette was doing most of the talking.
"Put your wand down." One at the bar said. "We've got you covered." There was nothing that could be done. He obeyed the command and let his wand roll out of his fingers. It clattered to the floor and rolled under the table in front of him.
The next moment he was unconcious caused by a stunning charm sent by one of the aurors.