Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's notes: I'll try to keep this cannon but I'm not making promises. Fanon Blaise.
Summary: Set three years after the fall of Lord Voldemort, the wizarding world is still in turmoil and the Death Eaters are growing in number and power. There is a leak in the ministry; an agent with the façade of working for the government who has for the past year in secret been working for the followers of Lord Voldemort. Hermione is facing life in Azkaban for crimes against wizard kind. Blaise is her appointed legal aid and is less than convinced by her adamancy that she has renounced all her ties with the Light and started working for the Death Eaters.
The Jackal
By Collett-et-Noir
Prologue
Four walls. No door, no discernable way out.
The flickering torch light tapered at the slick stone walls and created ghostly shadows across her already emaciated face. She pulled at the stitched crosshair on the breast pocket of her uniform. Over her heart. Although, she mused bleakly, a bullet in the foot might not kill you. Avada Kedavra always will.
"Granger. As your court appointed legal aid you are not obliged to divulge any information to me whatsoever. In your own best interests however I suggest you do."
"Conceited little traitor. Who said I'm lying?" she spat, her eyes narrowed in ferocity.
"I know you are! Hermione Granger would not kill her own parents. Why renounce everything you have ever fought for? Why leave Potter and Weasley when you always stood by their side? You wouldn't. I know this is a cover up Granger and I want answers."
"You seem to know a lot about me Blaise." It was a simple statement, but her silky tone and the cold smirk marking her lips made him cringe.
"Everyone knows you. You were part of the Golden Trio. You are part of it, I know it. Nothing you say could explain why you left them."
"I don't need to explain myself to you." Frowning, he shot her scrutinizing glance before pacing across the room.
"Do you really want to end your life in Azkaban? Because I swear Granger that's where you'll stay for the rest of your life if you don't start telling the truth. The entire Ministry is facing an inquest and they are more than ready to use you as a scapegoat." He watched her intently, waiting for a movement or change of tone to indicate that she was lying.
"In Azkaban I am royalty." She leaned back in her chair, smiling malevolently.
"And I thought you were clever." He waited. She didn't pick up the bait.
"Zabini," she spoke with pitying condescension, "This isn't Hogwarts anymore. Dumbledore is dead. Voldemort may be defeated in body but his spirit is very much alive in each of his followers, and together we may be more powerful than Dumbledore or the Dark Lord himself. Did you really think it was over?"
"Yes, actually. I did. And for the record I don't believe you for a second. Chrissakes Granger, your own parents are muggles."
"Were. They were muggles, I killed them and my compatriots overlooked my unfortunate blood. I have helped them in ways not even Severus could." A grim smile fitted her features.
"You're- you're insane." He stopped pacing and faced her at the table.
"Quite. Now if we're done I'd like to get back to my room." Blaise sighed resignedly.
"Guards, take the prisoner back to her cell."