What Cannot Be Purchased
Chapter 4: Tâche du diable
(Task From the Devil)
They all stood outside the large castle. It was the government of Ireland, the pintical of power. Inside was the Chancellor, and Patric O'Henry. Draco closed his eyes, listening. He half expected to be able to sense his prey.
"Every night at 9:00, O'Henry leaves. He takes his broom or a carrage, always. Tonight, he's brought his carrage. He goes home, retires to his private rooms and is to be disturbed under no circumstances. He also has a habit of bringing lovly young women home with him and throwing them out before sunrise. Can anyone see where I am going with this?"
Demona groaned. "Great, i get to sleep with a middle-aged, balding mudblood."
"You don't actually have to sleep with him, just catch him off guard while he's undressing. Stupafy, lower him out the window, we cage him and get back to England."
"How am i suppose to make it out of the house with all the bloody body guards?" she winned.
"I'll levitate a carpet up for you, you just sit down and trust me" He said.
"Oh yes, trust Draco Malfoy, now i feel safe" She said sourly.
"Now, I brought exactly what i want you to wear. I'm leaving you right on this street. We'll be long gone when he picks you up. We'll meet you at the Manor. Once you stun him, open the window in this bed chamber, make sure you have the light on. That will be our signal, now get dressed." He left no room for discussion.
One black leather skirt and leather boostey later Demona was ready. Draco checked the time: 8:30.
"Alright Demona, stay right here. We're on our way to the Manor. But first..." He grabbed her arm and pointed his wand at her dark mark. She heard him whispering and as he did a snake tatoo began to wind itself around, over the mark until only the serphant was visable. She couldn't supress a smile. This was Draco to a tee. Never warning the enemy, but little hints here and there. After all, who but a supported of Voldermort, a Slytherin, would have a snake tatoo?
"This way your mark won't trip the alarms." He explained. And they left her there on that street corner, in the freezing night.
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Draco, Crabbe and Zach his in the forest just beyond O'Henry Manor. Draco obsereved the three guards just outside the gate, there were no others in sight. *In Sight* are the key words here, he thought to himself.
"Alright, so we wont trip the alarms put thes over your dark mark." He handed the other two men skin-colored patches, like band-aids almost.
"Okay. Zach, this is what i want you to do. You approach the gate and say you are here to see your Uncle Patric. With that hair you could pass for Irish." He said.
"They'll put you into a line of questioning, just say your mother, his sister is ill and you need to see him imeditly. While they are busy with you, Crabbe and i will approach from behind. These guys are protected against the Avada and the Stupify, so we use the freeze-frame. Got it? Crabbe, you just take the one with the black hair, i've got the other two." He looked to Crabbe to make sure he was digesting this.
"The freeze-frame spell lasts five miniuts, so we have to work fast. We need to get the keys from to the gate, open it, put the keys back and get out of site. When it wears off they wont remember five miniuts before it was cast, so they won't remember us. What we need here is perfection and speed. Everyone ready?" The other two nodded.
Moments later they had finished with the guards and were sprinting twards the manor, Crabbe lagging behind a bit. Zach stopped at the frount, but Draco kept going to the rear of the large home.
"Won't the master's rooms be in the frount?"
"Normally, but since he is in fear for his life he's probably making his home in the back, on the top floor. O'Henry loves his luxery." He panted as they ran. Soon, all three of them were hidden in the shadows right under O'Henry's window. Draco took the small box out of his pocket. It drew and grew until it was larger than himself. He opened it, fished around and pulled out a rather large throw rug. Setting it on the ground he rolled it out. He also brought out a small metal box about the size of his hand. Abruptly, he muttered something and the larger box sharank down again and he replaced it in his pocket.
All three of them exchanged looks as they heard the clattering of hooves approaching. Surly enough, it was O'Henry. Just visable through the carrage window was Demona's long eboney hair.
"This is it boys, on your guard" Draco said. The carrage rolled to a hault and Demona and O'Henry entered through the massive frount doors, out of sight.
Chapter 4: Tâche du diable
(Task From the Devil)
They all stood outside the large castle. It was the government of Ireland, the pintical of power. Inside was the Chancellor, and Patric O'Henry. Draco closed his eyes, listening. He half expected to be able to sense his prey.
"Every night at 9:00, O'Henry leaves. He takes his broom or a carrage, always. Tonight, he's brought his carrage. He goes home, retires to his private rooms and is to be disturbed under no circumstances. He also has a habit of bringing lovly young women home with him and throwing them out before sunrise. Can anyone see where I am going with this?"
Demona groaned. "Great, i get to sleep with a middle-aged, balding mudblood."
"You don't actually have to sleep with him, just catch him off guard while he's undressing. Stupafy, lower him out the window, we cage him and get back to England."
"How am i suppose to make it out of the house with all the bloody body guards?" she winned.
"I'll levitate a carpet up for you, you just sit down and trust me" He said.
"Oh yes, trust Draco Malfoy, now i feel safe" She said sourly.
"Now, I brought exactly what i want you to wear. I'm leaving you right on this street. We'll be long gone when he picks you up. We'll meet you at the Manor. Once you stun him, open the window in this bed chamber, make sure you have the light on. That will be our signal, now get dressed." He left no room for discussion.
One black leather skirt and leather boostey later Demona was ready. Draco checked the time: 8:30.
"Alright Demona, stay right here. We're on our way to the Manor. But first..." He grabbed her arm and pointed his wand at her dark mark. She heard him whispering and as he did a snake tatoo began to wind itself around, over the mark until only the serphant was visable. She couldn't supress a smile. This was Draco to a tee. Never warning the enemy, but little hints here and there. After all, who but a supported of Voldermort, a Slytherin, would have a snake tatoo?
"This way your mark won't trip the alarms." He explained. And they left her there on that street corner, in the freezing night.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Draco, Crabbe and Zach his in the forest just beyond O'Henry Manor. Draco obsereved the three guards just outside the gate, there were no others in sight. *In Sight* are the key words here, he thought to himself.
"Alright, so we wont trip the alarms put thes over your dark mark." He handed the other two men skin-colored patches, like band-aids almost.
"Okay. Zach, this is what i want you to do. You approach the gate and say you are here to see your Uncle Patric. With that hair you could pass for Irish." He said.
"They'll put you into a line of questioning, just say your mother, his sister is ill and you need to see him imeditly. While they are busy with you, Crabbe and i will approach from behind. These guys are protected against the Avada and the Stupify, so we use the freeze-frame. Got it? Crabbe, you just take the one with the black hair, i've got the other two." He looked to Crabbe to make sure he was digesting this.
"The freeze-frame spell lasts five miniuts, so we have to work fast. We need to get the keys from to the gate, open it, put the keys back and get out of site. When it wears off they wont remember five miniuts before it was cast, so they won't remember us. What we need here is perfection and speed. Everyone ready?" The other two nodded.
Moments later they had finished with the guards and were sprinting twards the manor, Crabbe lagging behind a bit. Zach stopped at the frount, but Draco kept going to the rear of the large home.
"Won't the master's rooms be in the frount?"
"Normally, but since he is in fear for his life he's probably making his home in the back, on the top floor. O'Henry loves his luxery." He panted as they ran. Soon, all three of them were hidden in the shadows right under O'Henry's window. Draco took the small box out of his pocket. It drew and grew until it was larger than himself. He opened it, fished around and pulled out a rather large throw rug. Setting it on the ground he rolled it out. He also brought out a small metal box about the size of his hand. Abruptly, he muttered something and the larger box sharank down again and he replaced it in his pocket.
All three of them exchanged looks as they heard the clattering of hooves approaching. Surly enough, it was O'Henry. Just visable through the carrage window was Demona's long eboney hair.
"This is it boys, on your guard" Draco said. The carrage rolled to a hault and Demona and O'Henry entered through the massive frount doors, out of sight.