for all of you who have been waiting to find out just what will happen to our daring trio.. . keep waiting ;) :ducks barrage of rotten fruit: next chapter! next chapter! i promise! when exactly that chapter will be is anyone's guess. i haven't been getting a lot of writing done, due to the interference of real life. stupid life.
anyway, this chapter features everyone's favorite dastard...
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Chapter Eleven
Complication
"Welcome back to London, Mr. Malfoy." The chauffer tipped his black hat. Malfoy nodded to the muggle and got in the car. If the man knew just who it was he was driving, he would have quit right there.
Malfoy found the irony amusing. The muggles and their tedious forms of transportation annoyed him to no end, but had allowed him to slip into London without the knowledge of the Ministry of Magic.
The driver dropped him at a flat near the Thames. Malfoy sighed as he thought of the amount of work ahead of him. Evil crime rings didn't just run themselves, and Malfoy had been away long enough for his subordinates to start getting ideas about putting themselves in charge.
"Mr. Malfoy." The man who greeted Malfoy was the perfect stereotype of the indifferent butler. The man was so utterly forgettable that Malfoy rarely remembered his name. "The others have arrived." Yet the man could inject so much meaning into a phase without any inflection at all.
The 'others' were three men, handpicked and recruited from among the decimated ranks of the Death Eaters. Malfoy had saved each from a life term in Azkaban to ensure their absolute loyalty to him. Unfortunately, this loyalty didn't extend to each other. There used to be four of them.
"Well, well." He let them squirm nervously for a moment. "It seems not one of you had the wit to free me." Goyle preened in the corner. "And while you three were wasting your time in petty squabbles," He paused to glance at the fourth, empty, chair, "my family business had gone to pieces."
Malfoy quit pacing the room angrily and sat down. "Report."
The damage to his 'family business' wasn't as bad as he had feared. Even though the top three had been to busy trying to kill each other and take over, their underlings were sufficiently cowed to carry on without instructions. Most of his men had not been arrested by the Ministry, with the notable exception of Crabbe.
"The Ministry is aware of your escape, sir. But Fudge does not believe that you will return to England immediately. Arthur Weasley's boy disagrees with this." The name of his old enemy brought a scowl to Malfoy's face. It was bad enough that the damned Mudblood lover had become an Auror. Then Ron Weasley forced him to flee the country into the hands of those thrice damned Americans.
The lackey mistook the scowl as something directed at him. The tall man kept himself from cowering, but just barely. He opened his mouth once or twice to say something, but was unable to force the words out.
"Say it." Malfoy ordered, inwardly amused by the man's impression of a fish.
"There are rumours in the Ministry, sir. Rumours that Hermione Granger has been found alive."
Malfoy allowed his jaw to drop in shock for a moment, then shut it with a snap. Hermione Granger, that annoying whiny Mudblood, alive? Not possible, the Dark Lord had murdered her. Right?
Seeing Malfoy's interest, the lackey continued quickly. "She's been seen all over London this past week. But she doesn't seem to have any memory of her life before her alleged death."
Alleged death? Malfoy gave himself a mental shake. One of the keys of maintaining power was to give the impression that you know it all already.
"Excellent. We can turn this to our advantage." The plots were already beginning to form in his brain.
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Questions, comments, critisicms, complaints? Review, my friend, review.
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anyway, this chapter features everyone's favorite dastard...
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Chapter Eleven
Complication
"Welcome back to London, Mr. Malfoy." The chauffer tipped his black hat. Malfoy nodded to the muggle and got in the car. If the man knew just who it was he was driving, he would have quit right there.
Malfoy found the irony amusing. The muggles and their tedious forms of transportation annoyed him to no end, but had allowed him to slip into London without the knowledge of the Ministry of Magic.
The driver dropped him at a flat near the Thames. Malfoy sighed as he thought of the amount of work ahead of him. Evil crime rings didn't just run themselves, and Malfoy had been away long enough for his subordinates to start getting ideas about putting themselves in charge.
"Mr. Malfoy." The man who greeted Malfoy was the perfect stereotype of the indifferent butler. The man was so utterly forgettable that Malfoy rarely remembered his name. "The others have arrived." Yet the man could inject so much meaning into a phase without any inflection at all.
The 'others' were three men, handpicked and recruited from among the decimated ranks of the Death Eaters. Malfoy had saved each from a life term in Azkaban to ensure their absolute loyalty to him. Unfortunately, this loyalty didn't extend to each other. There used to be four of them.
"Well, well." He let them squirm nervously for a moment. "It seems not one of you had the wit to free me." Goyle preened in the corner. "And while you three were wasting your time in petty squabbles," He paused to glance at the fourth, empty, chair, "my family business had gone to pieces."
Malfoy quit pacing the room angrily and sat down. "Report."
The damage to his 'family business' wasn't as bad as he had feared. Even though the top three had been to busy trying to kill each other and take over, their underlings were sufficiently cowed to carry on without instructions. Most of his men had not been arrested by the Ministry, with the notable exception of Crabbe.
"The Ministry is aware of your escape, sir. But Fudge does not believe that you will return to England immediately. Arthur Weasley's boy disagrees with this." The name of his old enemy brought a scowl to Malfoy's face. It was bad enough that the damned Mudblood lover had become an Auror. Then Ron Weasley forced him to flee the country into the hands of those thrice damned Americans.
The lackey mistook the scowl as something directed at him. The tall man kept himself from cowering, but just barely. He opened his mouth once or twice to say something, but was unable to force the words out.
"Say it." Malfoy ordered, inwardly amused by the man's impression of a fish.
"There are rumours in the Ministry, sir. Rumours that Hermione Granger has been found alive."
Malfoy allowed his jaw to drop in shock for a moment, then shut it with a snap. Hermione Granger, that annoying whiny Mudblood, alive? Not possible, the Dark Lord had murdered her. Right?
Seeing Malfoy's interest, the lackey continued quickly. "She's been seen all over London this past week. But she doesn't seem to have any memory of her life before her alleged death."
Alleged death? Malfoy gave himself a mental shake. One of the keys of maintaining power was to give the impression that you know it all already.
"Excellent. We can turn this to our advantage." The plots were already beginning to form in his brain.
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Questions, comments, critisicms, complaints? Review, my friend, review.
.•´¨`•»¦«•Kerowyn•»¦«•´¨`•.
