Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever own the Harry Potter series or any of the characters settings therein. This story is for entertainment purposes only and will not be used for profit.
AN: This is the first chapter of a potential multi-chapter fic. I am not abandoning my other story, as much as it may seem that I have, I've been moving and working through a very difficult term however this summer I shall attempt to finish Of Deceptions and Secrets, and, if people like this one, finish this story.
I was sitting in one of the corner tables in a pub in Hogsmede with a very broken man. I was amazed at what he had given up for the cause, his family, his honor, his sense of self. All so that the world wouldn't fall to Voldemort. He was ingenious really, Voldemort never truly suspected an iota of betrayal from this his most loyal servant. Yet it is because of this man that Voldemort is about to fall. And yet he will probably never receive the recognition he truly deserves.
Lucius Malfoy was standing in his Manor house awaiting a summons from the Dark Lord. As his right hand man, along with Severus Snape, Voldemort consulted him about almost every move before he made it. Lucius was aware that almost the entire wizarding world was aware of his position but as no one could soundly prove it, he was safe. As he stood waiting an owl came through the window carrying a letter. While the owl was familiar the letter was unremarkable and unsigned. It bore a simple question/statement.
"You know in all probability you will die in the final battle?"
He knew automatically who had sent the letter and saw fit to respond, so in grabbing a pen and fresh parchment he scribbled a simple response.
"Yes."
As he finished and sent the owl back to it's owner he felt his mark flair up and shortly apparated to his Lord.
Severus Snape, several hundred miles away was awaiting the return of his owl and wondering if he were going to be summoned. Just because he was supposedly just as high ranking as Malfoy insofar as the Inner Circle was concerned, didn't necessarily prove to be true. He knew it was due to the fact that Voldemort suspected his spying, if not consciously then at least on a subconscious level, and as such that meant that information was getting difficult to attain. Sighing and giving up his hope/fear of a summons Snape returned to his office to grade papers and humor any student that actually saw fit to access his 'consultation hours'.
Hermione Granger was terrified. In her hand she held a simple piece of white parchment. And on said simple white parchment was a letter. It was easy enough to read to be sure, however the message was not a pleasant one.
"To one Hermione Granger:
This letter is sent in concern of your astounding magical ability and the uses thereof. This letter is an invitation to a Dark Masque to act as evaluation of your potential to serve the Dark Lord Voldemort. The Lord is aware of your shortcomings in concern of your lineage, but however he is willing to overlook this in compensation for your abilities and aid. You are receiving this letter as we have become aware of your interest in the Dark Arts. Your private studies have taken you far and it is believed that with further training you could be an ideal companion of the Inner Circle. No reply is necessary, it is expected you will attend the prior mentioned event. Failure to attend will result in the death of not only yourself, but also of all those closest to you.
Regards,
Lucius Malfoy
Upon finishing the letter Hermione promptly and heavily fell into the nearest chair.