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Dicslaimer: uh huh...riiiiiiiiight... _______________________________________________________
Chapter Four
Twilight fell over a large mansion, whose windows glowed an eerie yellow against its dark exterior, making it look like one of those haunted houses you see around Halloween. Yet this wasn't Halloween, and though the house was certainly filled with evil demons, there was no proof that it was actually haunted.
Remus sat crouched in the dark in a large oak tree, whose soft interior was dead and decayed. He didn't dare use even the smallest light out of fear that the Malfoys would become suspicious before he could gather some information. He was here to see if he could get some solid proof that the Malfoys were still in contact with several Death Eaters for the Daily Prophet, and also to see if they were hiding any in thier enormous house.
-Especially her..., Remus thought grimly. That's why he had taken this assignment in the first place, partly because he was the most expendable resource the Order had (he didn't have any true blood family, his parents had died years ago), and partly, well mostly, for revenge. He was nomally appalled at the thought of having to kill someone, but circumstances had changed him, he wasn't entirely the man he had been before. His heart had been hardend, and he no longer really cared if he killed someone, for someone had killed a part of him.
Placing his Omniculars against his face, he focused on the dark shape approaching the Malfoy's door. It was Macnair, a "reformed" Death Eater. Sighing, Remus knew that he would need more evidence than this. There was nothing strange about two wizards meeting, especially such prestigous ones as Malfoy and Macnair. If he wanted to get more substantial evidence, he would have to get closer, get inside the Malfoy's mansion.
Taking out his wand, he quickly stowed his omniculars inside a small hollow next to a leather-bound journal. Tapping himself on the head, he muttered, "Omnipotencia!" A strange sensation ran throughout Remus' whole body. This was an extremely complex spell, it had taken Remus, Dumbledore and McGonangall the better part of a month to create it. It was a mix between the Dissolutionment Charm, a silencing charm and a stealth charm. It gave it's "wearer" unsurpassed protection, allowing them to slip pass all forms of security, Muggle or magical, masking any sound the wearer could possibly make and it opened all locks without an incantation. There was only one drawback. It had never been tested. Remus had no idea how long it lasted, or if it would even work at all. That's why he hadn't told Molly or Tonks where he was going or what he was doing. that way if he got caught, people would say he was acting on his own agenda, and the Order would be protected.
-Well, here goes nothing! He thought as he sprinted across the well manicured lawn, hurring after Macnair, who had entered the Malfoy house. _____________________________________________________________________
It was almost disgusting, the extravagance and excess that filled the Malfoy's house. Gold filigree was embedded in the Spanish marble floor. A large Persian rug, obviously handmade, covered the floor, and the Malfoy's muddy boots were lined against it as though it was an ordinary mat. The light inside was brilliant, with an enormous crystal chandelier illuminating the whole front hall. And this was only the front hall.
Macnair walked into the dining room, where Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco were helping themselves to a large red lobster each. Draco was idly throwing bits and pieces of the succulent shellfish onto the black marbled floor, which two large blood hounds slurped up with apparent delight.
"It's nice to see you, Macnair. Please, join us," Lucius said, ringing a little silver bell. A small house elf ran out of the kitchen, supporting the large silver tray with a full lobster dinner on her head.
Macnair sat down. "Thank you, Lucius. You're looking exsquisite today, Narcissa, if I may say so. And Draco, I hope you are having fun being stuck in this old house with your parents instead of out with you're friends."
Narcissa and Draco smiled politely. The group ate in silence until everyone was finished, and then the house elf brought out large bowls filled to the rim with chocolate ice cream and cookies. Remus watched amazed. It had been forever since he had even smelled lobster, let alone threw pieces to the dogs. It was a good thing the spell masked sounds or else his grumbling stomach would have given him away.
When the meal was complete, Narcissa took Draco into the library, leaving Lucius and Macnair to themselves. They walked into the drawing room , and Lucius motioned to a straight backed chair made out of ebony with ivory claws at the end of its legs, obviously wanting Macnair to sit. Then they started discussing what each of them had done over the past couple of weeks (which, thanks to Harry, weren't all that exciting.)
Remus was bored to tears. All the two wizards talked about was how they had spent time at thier mansions, which they described in great deatail, obviously trying to make the other jealous (Macnair was losing enormously!). He was busy counting the number of times and ways the word MALFOY had been written when suddenly Macnair gave a start.
"Lucius...did you see that?" he asked, his hematite eyes staring exactly at the spot where Remus was. Remus, being the smart boy he was, quickly moved to a different spot, just in case.
"See what?" Lucius asked, taking a sip of brandy.
Macnair got up, and walked toward the spot where Remus had been standing. "I thought I saw a man..."
"A man!?" Lucius exclaimed.
"Yes...LOOK! There he is again!" Macnair cried, pointing behind a large china vase. Remus' insides froze, throwing on a spare invisibility cloak, he decided the situation was to dangerous, and Malfoy and Macnair weren't going to be discussing any "plans" soon, so he quietly left the two wizards searching the drawing room.
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Whew, weren't ya scared there? C'mon, ya know ya were! *winkwink* lol Anyway, this was a pretty lame chapter, but just wait...*grins cuz she knows whats gonna happen and you don't* Oh, and I hope you don't mind my use of parenthesis (in case you haven't noticed, I like those alot) (I put that in parenthesis to make a point) (that too...) ^-^ I got that idea from S.G Morgensten. You should go read his book. Its called the Princess Bride (get the abridged version by William something or other...) Oh, and a question, were the Marauders and Malfoy in the same year? Cuz if they were, then I did my math wrong... -_-"
Well, g2g. Keep reading and reviewing!
Dicslaimer: uh huh...riiiiiiiiight... _______________________________________________________
Chapter Four
Twilight fell over a large mansion, whose windows glowed an eerie yellow against its dark exterior, making it look like one of those haunted houses you see around Halloween. Yet this wasn't Halloween, and though the house was certainly filled with evil demons, there was no proof that it was actually haunted.
Remus sat crouched in the dark in a large oak tree, whose soft interior was dead and decayed. He didn't dare use even the smallest light out of fear that the Malfoys would become suspicious before he could gather some information. He was here to see if he could get some solid proof that the Malfoys were still in contact with several Death Eaters for the Daily Prophet, and also to see if they were hiding any in thier enormous house.
-Especially her..., Remus thought grimly. That's why he had taken this assignment in the first place, partly because he was the most expendable resource the Order had (he didn't have any true blood family, his parents had died years ago), and partly, well mostly, for revenge. He was nomally appalled at the thought of having to kill someone, but circumstances had changed him, he wasn't entirely the man he had been before. His heart had been hardend, and he no longer really cared if he killed someone, for someone had killed a part of him.
Placing his Omniculars against his face, he focused on the dark shape approaching the Malfoy's door. It was Macnair, a "reformed" Death Eater. Sighing, Remus knew that he would need more evidence than this. There was nothing strange about two wizards meeting, especially such prestigous ones as Malfoy and Macnair. If he wanted to get more substantial evidence, he would have to get closer, get inside the Malfoy's mansion.
Taking out his wand, he quickly stowed his omniculars inside a small hollow next to a leather-bound journal. Tapping himself on the head, he muttered, "Omnipotencia!" A strange sensation ran throughout Remus' whole body. This was an extremely complex spell, it had taken Remus, Dumbledore and McGonangall the better part of a month to create it. It was a mix between the Dissolutionment Charm, a silencing charm and a stealth charm. It gave it's "wearer" unsurpassed protection, allowing them to slip pass all forms of security, Muggle or magical, masking any sound the wearer could possibly make and it opened all locks without an incantation. There was only one drawback. It had never been tested. Remus had no idea how long it lasted, or if it would even work at all. That's why he hadn't told Molly or Tonks where he was going or what he was doing. that way if he got caught, people would say he was acting on his own agenda, and the Order would be protected.
-Well, here goes nothing! He thought as he sprinted across the well manicured lawn, hurring after Macnair, who had entered the Malfoy house. _____________________________________________________________________
It was almost disgusting, the extravagance and excess that filled the Malfoy's house. Gold filigree was embedded in the Spanish marble floor. A large Persian rug, obviously handmade, covered the floor, and the Malfoy's muddy boots were lined against it as though it was an ordinary mat. The light inside was brilliant, with an enormous crystal chandelier illuminating the whole front hall. And this was only the front hall.
Macnair walked into the dining room, where Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco were helping themselves to a large red lobster each. Draco was idly throwing bits and pieces of the succulent shellfish onto the black marbled floor, which two large blood hounds slurped up with apparent delight.
"It's nice to see you, Macnair. Please, join us," Lucius said, ringing a little silver bell. A small house elf ran out of the kitchen, supporting the large silver tray with a full lobster dinner on her head.
Macnair sat down. "Thank you, Lucius. You're looking exsquisite today, Narcissa, if I may say so. And Draco, I hope you are having fun being stuck in this old house with your parents instead of out with you're friends."
Narcissa and Draco smiled politely. The group ate in silence until everyone was finished, and then the house elf brought out large bowls filled to the rim with chocolate ice cream and cookies. Remus watched amazed. It had been forever since he had even smelled lobster, let alone threw pieces to the dogs. It was a good thing the spell masked sounds or else his grumbling stomach would have given him away.
When the meal was complete, Narcissa took Draco into the library, leaving Lucius and Macnair to themselves. They walked into the drawing room , and Lucius motioned to a straight backed chair made out of ebony with ivory claws at the end of its legs, obviously wanting Macnair to sit. Then they started discussing what each of them had done over the past couple of weeks (which, thanks to Harry, weren't all that exciting.)
Remus was bored to tears. All the two wizards talked about was how they had spent time at thier mansions, which they described in great deatail, obviously trying to make the other jealous (Macnair was losing enormously!). He was busy counting the number of times and ways the word MALFOY had been written when suddenly Macnair gave a start.
"Lucius...did you see that?" he asked, his hematite eyes staring exactly at the spot where Remus was. Remus, being the smart boy he was, quickly moved to a different spot, just in case.
"See what?" Lucius asked, taking a sip of brandy.
Macnair got up, and walked toward the spot where Remus had been standing. "I thought I saw a man..."
"A man!?" Lucius exclaimed.
"Yes...LOOK! There he is again!" Macnair cried, pointing behind a large china vase. Remus' insides froze, throwing on a spare invisibility cloak, he decided the situation was to dangerous, and Malfoy and Macnair weren't going to be discussing any "plans" soon, so he quietly left the two wizards searching the drawing room.
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Whew, weren't ya scared there? C'mon, ya know ya were! *winkwink* lol Anyway, this was a pretty lame chapter, but just wait...*grins cuz she knows whats gonna happen and you don't* Oh, and I hope you don't mind my use of parenthesis (in case you haven't noticed, I like those alot) (I put that in parenthesis to make a point) (that too...) ^-^ I got that idea from S.G Morgensten. You should go read his book. Its called the Princess Bride (get the abridged version by William something or other...) Oh, and a question, were the Marauders and Malfoy in the same year? Cuz if they were, then I did my math wrong... -_-"
Well, g2g. Keep reading and reviewing!