Somewhere, along the rows of houses in a quiet neighborhood, a clock chimed twelve times, announcing it was midnight. Under a single lamp post, seated upon a bench, a man wearing a plain grey suit with a matching hat, waited. His hat shadowed his face, but a bristled, red mustache stuck out from beneath the shadow. The full moon gleamed brightly, yet it was still pitch black, save for the bench, illuminated by the lamp post.
The man glanced at his watch, then remained seated in his rigid position. Suddenly, there was a loud crack followed by heavy breathing which appeared out of nowhere behind the bench. The man gave no signs of being startled, but instead rose slowly to his feet. Another figure dashed into the circle of light and threw himself before the feet of the suited man. The figure was dressed in a black cloak that had been torn and travel stained, and had a hood that covered his face. Panting heavily, the man whispered,
"I…I am honored you could see me."
The man in the grey suit looked down, a strange gleam shone from the shadow that covered his face. He nodded, and the figure drew back his hood. The silver hair of Lucius Malfoy fell down and shown brightly against the black cloak. His face was gaunt and his eyes hollow. He rose a trembling hand to push his thinning hair out of his bloodshot eyes.
"I didn't know where else to turn…you…you are my only chance."
The other man's mouth twitched slightly before reaching into his pocket and drawing out a small piece of parchment. He handed it to Lucius who took it with trembling hands. Lucius quickly read the parchment, his eyes widening in horror.
"Do…do I really…?" he asked in a shaking voice.
The other man nodded and said in a clipped tone, "Your cooperation with the Ministry will guarantee the safety of you and your family." He paused reflectively before continuing, "This task we are assigning you to perform will give the Ministry an upper-hand in this war. Furthermore, if you were to be caught, then there would be no link to the Ministry." The end of the last statement came in a hardened tone.
Lucius face flashed with anger as he clenched his fists. "How do I know you'll keep your word?" He hissed venomously. "You're just a Weasley."
Percy Weasley took off his grey hat to reveal long red hair slicked back and horn rimmed glasses shining brightly in the lamplight. He sneered, "I have no attachment to that filthy name."