Chapter 2
Minerva glared across the table at the other woman. Aristia Snape was glaring back and fingering the small dagger in
her hand.
"How could you miss?" The raven haired witch hissed. "And put that dagger down Snape. You couldn't hit
anything with it the first time, and you won't be able to anything with it this time either."Aristia snarled.
"The blade hit him. How the hell was I supposed to know that he'd be wearing armor?"
The two women leaned over the table towards each other, both holding ornate daggers in their hands, ready to fight.
"You would have known Aristia, if you'd listened to the report I gave last week." A cold voice interrupted from the
doorway. Both women turned to see a third woman, who could have easily been either woman's sister. All three had
hair the shade of midnight and eyes just as black. All three had porcelin-esque skin. But while the two women who
were about to attack each other wore black leggings and long black tunics, the woman in the doorway had on a red
halter dress. There was a slit on the left side that showed her entire leg. The dress was too fitted for her to carry a
dagger so her long hair was pulled up into a twist with a hair stick that was as deadly as any dagger.
"I didn't entertain at that private party with those nasty aurors so that you disregard any intelligence I received."
"How was I supposed to know that he'd have body armor on when he was going to dinner. Its not like it was a battle
Malfoy." Isis Malfoy stiffened considerably and within an instant she was directly in front of Aristia, her hair pin dagger
pointed at the other woman's throat.
"Alastor Moody's no idiot, Snape. And we need him gone! You didn't have a hard task, didn't even have to approach
him. Just throw the dagger and hit him."The woman's eyes flashed and her fist tightened around the dagger in her
hand.
"I'd kill you before you got the chance."
"Yes, and then you'd be in trouble with his lordship." Came the silky reply from the doorway.
"Put the weapon down sister dear." Caria Malfoy, Isis's sister-in-law instructed her. "Lord Grindelwald and the
General's are on their way in. Alastor Moody will die. And then," The ice blue eyes flicked to their leader who had
retreated from the fight now that her best friend was fighting it for her. "Then you will get a chance to take out that
bloody professor of ours Minerva."
"I look foreward to the chance to repay him." Came the dark answer. Minerva ran a hand over the thin scar on her collar
bone, a remenent from her first fight with Albus Dumbledore.
"And you will have that chance my girl. As soon as I can get it for you." The four women looked up as their lair was
invaded. The man who spoke was the first one in the room. He was an old man, a head shorter than the Aristia, the
shortest of the women in the room and here in this room he seemed more of a loving father than anything else. He
was a plump man with just a few tufts of white hair on his head and perpetually rosy cheeks. But none of his followers
ever underestimated him. They'd seen first hand the power he kept inside. Still he ambled across the room and
kissed each of the women before taking the seat at the head of the table that Minerva had vacated for him. He waited
without a word as Isis removed the steel point from Aristia's neck and moved away.
Following him had been his generals. The first one to enter was the head of the strategic council, Satanus Malfoy. He
gave a cool nod of his plantinum blond head to his sister before heading over to his wife, who was still well within the
throes of a bloodlust. Isis smiled at him, baring her teeth, although she didn't necessarily mean her husband any harm.
Grindelwald raised an amused eyebrow. He had handpicked each of the girls on his assassain team. Minerva had
been picked for her leadership abilities and her skill with the teams mascot weapon, the Latajang. Caria had been
picked to keep the team from killing each other, a skill the old wizard knew better than to underestimate. Aristia was his
most skilled assassain. She was a pure-blood orphan and years of living as a thief on the streets had honed her
stealth, patience, and ability to kill without a problem. Isis was in a league of her own. Grindelwald often used her as an
interrogater because her cruelty, compounded with a bloodlust that seemed overtake her when she was angered,
gave her a very high success rate with loosening tongues. But he also knew, it was dangerous to leave her lust
unsated.
"Best be careful with that lady of yours Satanus, my boy. One night she may be so enthralled that she takes her
bloodlust out on you." The Malfoy prince smirked and threaded on manicured hand into the thick black locks of his
wife's hair. "The trick Rolf, is to know how to calm the little vixen." He began scratching the base of her hairline as one
would a cat. Dark eyes fluttered shut and she arched her neck into his hand, purring contentedly. Grindelwald clapped
slowly. Minerva snorted as she watched.
"And I'm the one who turns into a cat." Aristia had chosen to ignore the exchange with a bit of bitterness in the bottom
of her stomach. Although she knew she should be gracious to Malfoy for calming his all but demonic bride down so
that Isis didn't kill her the second their lord left the room she couldn't help but be irritated that the woman had gotten so
close to her. But like her sometime friend, Aristia had something that calmed her down. And the soft feather light
kisses her husband was dropping on her shoulder were just that.
"I'm fine now Malevolius, love." She assured him. Grindelwald watched the exchange proudly. He watched as Caria
greeted her fiance, Darius Lestrange, and the Black brothers look around for their ladies as well before they sat at the
table. He slipped a hand onto Minerva's leg. She covered it gently with her own.
"Their happiness is important to me, my love. Your girls are happy are they not?"
"Of course." Minerva answered.
"And where are Elladora and Kardis? Markab and Rastaban are missing them."
"Kardis is patrolling in Berlin." A frown formed on her face. "But she was relieveing Elladora, who should be back by
now."
Elladora Snape had been hit hard enough that she had fallen to the ground and blacked out. As she awoke, she
realized that there was something on her chest. The weight of whatever had thrown her to the ground in the first place.
She threw it off her with a roar. The object, whatever it was, groaned as it landed and the red haired witch stilled, her
grey eyes searching. There on the ground was a girl of no more than seventeen or eighteen. She wore the standerd
white shite and grey wool skirt of the Hogwarts uniform, although the skirt was a little short, and the red and gold
stripped tie spoke of her house. Elladora fought passed her initial disgust at the symbol of Gryffindor house.
She had been in Slytherin during her years at Hogwarts and like all other slytherins she'd had nothing good to say
about the rival house. But it had been a few years since she'd attended school and those years had taught her much.
After all, Minerva had been in Gryffindor as a student and Caria Malfoy and Elladora's own sister in law, Aristia had both
been in Ravenclaw.
She nudged the Gryffindor girl with her toe repeatedly until she awoke. "Who are you?"
The girl glared up at her through a tousled muddy mess of mouse brown hair. "Who the hell are you?"
Elladora drew herself up to her full height.
"I'll be asking the questions here. And you're coming with me." She grabbed the girl's arm tightly and apparated away
before the child had a chance to react.
They appeared right outside the bunker and before Sopra had a chance to protest or complain about the bruise that
was forming under the witch's grip, she was being dragged down the stairs into a almost hidden sublevel.
"MINERVA!" A younger version of the deputy headmistress at Hogwarts appeared in the doorway flanked by another dark haired witch whose eyes glinted in a way that made even Sopra nervous.
"Who is that Elladora?" McGonagall demanded sharply.
"She dropped on me, knocked me out. And she's a cheeky little brat to boot."
Black eyes flashed as they stopped dissecting the girl and turned to the witch holding her.
"And you simply brought her here, showed her our headquarters. SHE'S A GRYFFINDOR! What if she's a spy?" The
woman spat. "No offence McGonagall."
"None taken." Sopra turned to look at her teacher in surprise. The eyes she was used to seeing as stern but ultimately
caring were suspicious and cold. More like the eyes her mother had often turned on their mud blood servants.
"Are you a spy girl? You'd best answer now, Isis has ways of making you talk that are never pleseant."
"Now, now girls.you're over reacting a bit." A lightly accented voice, an accent that Sopra had often heard from her own
mother, came from behind them. "Albus isn't such a fool as to use his students as soldiers, precious Gryffindors or
not." The man squeezed out in front of the two woman and turned to look at her. Sopra froze. Staring at her, in the
height of his power was a man whose face and accomplishments she'd learned on her father's knee. He was the
reason she'd gone to England to assist Voldemort and to take precious Harry Potter from Albus Dumbledore.
Standing before her was the man she'd vowed to avenge. Sopra recognized that she had been sent back to turn the
tide of the war; she had clearly pleased someone and now she was being given the chance to serve with the man
she'd looked up to all her life. With a burst of power no one had expected she ripped out of her captors grip and ran to
the wizard, throwing her arms around his round belly.
"Grandpa Rolf!"
Minerva glared across the table at the other woman. Aristia Snape was glaring back and fingering the small dagger in
her hand.
"How could you miss?" The raven haired witch hissed. "And put that dagger down Snape. You couldn't hit
anything with it the first time, and you won't be able to anything with it this time either."Aristia snarled.
"The blade hit him. How the hell was I supposed to know that he'd be wearing armor?"
The two women leaned over the table towards each other, both holding ornate daggers in their hands, ready to fight.
"You would have known Aristia, if you'd listened to the report I gave last week." A cold voice interrupted from the
doorway. Both women turned to see a third woman, who could have easily been either woman's sister. All three had
hair the shade of midnight and eyes just as black. All three had porcelin-esque skin. But while the two women who
were about to attack each other wore black leggings and long black tunics, the woman in the doorway had on a red
halter dress. There was a slit on the left side that showed her entire leg. The dress was too fitted for her to carry a
dagger so her long hair was pulled up into a twist with a hair stick that was as deadly as any dagger.
"I didn't entertain at that private party with those nasty aurors so that you disregard any intelligence I received."
"How was I supposed to know that he'd have body armor on when he was going to dinner. Its not like it was a battle
Malfoy." Isis Malfoy stiffened considerably and within an instant she was directly in front of Aristia, her hair pin dagger
pointed at the other woman's throat.
"Alastor Moody's no idiot, Snape. And we need him gone! You didn't have a hard task, didn't even have to approach
him. Just throw the dagger and hit him."The woman's eyes flashed and her fist tightened around the dagger in her
hand.
"I'd kill you before you got the chance."
"Yes, and then you'd be in trouble with his lordship." Came the silky reply from the doorway.
"Put the weapon down sister dear." Caria Malfoy, Isis's sister-in-law instructed her. "Lord Grindelwald and the
General's are on their way in. Alastor Moody will die. And then," The ice blue eyes flicked to their leader who had
retreated from the fight now that her best friend was fighting it for her. "Then you will get a chance to take out that
bloody professor of ours Minerva."
"I look foreward to the chance to repay him." Came the dark answer. Minerva ran a hand over the thin scar on her collar
bone, a remenent from her first fight with Albus Dumbledore.
"And you will have that chance my girl. As soon as I can get it for you." The four women looked up as their lair was
invaded. The man who spoke was the first one in the room. He was an old man, a head shorter than the Aristia, the
shortest of the women in the room and here in this room he seemed more of a loving father than anything else. He
was a plump man with just a few tufts of white hair on his head and perpetually rosy cheeks. But none of his followers
ever underestimated him. They'd seen first hand the power he kept inside. Still he ambled across the room and
kissed each of the women before taking the seat at the head of the table that Minerva had vacated for him. He waited
without a word as Isis removed the steel point from Aristia's neck and moved away.
Following him had been his generals. The first one to enter was the head of the strategic council, Satanus Malfoy. He
gave a cool nod of his plantinum blond head to his sister before heading over to his wife, who was still well within the
throes of a bloodlust. Isis smiled at him, baring her teeth, although she didn't necessarily mean her husband any harm.
Grindelwald raised an amused eyebrow. He had handpicked each of the girls on his assassain team. Minerva had
been picked for her leadership abilities and her skill with the teams mascot weapon, the Latajang. Caria had been
picked to keep the team from killing each other, a skill the old wizard knew better than to underestimate. Aristia was his
most skilled assassain. She was a pure-blood orphan and years of living as a thief on the streets had honed her
stealth, patience, and ability to kill without a problem. Isis was in a league of her own. Grindelwald often used her as an
interrogater because her cruelty, compounded with a bloodlust that seemed overtake her when she was angered,
gave her a very high success rate with loosening tongues. But he also knew, it was dangerous to leave her lust
unsated.
"Best be careful with that lady of yours Satanus, my boy. One night she may be so enthralled that she takes her
bloodlust out on you." The Malfoy prince smirked and threaded on manicured hand into the thick black locks of his
wife's hair. "The trick Rolf, is to know how to calm the little vixen." He began scratching the base of her hairline as one
would a cat. Dark eyes fluttered shut and she arched her neck into his hand, purring contentedly. Grindelwald clapped
slowly. Minerva snorted as she watched.
"And I'm the one who turns into a cat." Aristia had chosen to ignore the exchange with a bit of bitterness in the bottom
of her stomach. Although she knew she should be gracious to Malfoy for calming his all but demonic bride down so
that Isis didn't kill her the second their lord left the room she couldn't help but be irritated that the woman had gotten so
close to her. But like her sometime friend, Aristia had something that calmed her down. And the soft feather light
kisses her husband was dropping on her shoulder were just that.
"I'm fine now Malevolius, love." She assured him. Grindelwald watched the exchange proudly. He watched as Caria
greeted her fiance, Darius Lestrange, and the Black brothers look around for their ladies as well before they sat at the
table. He slipped a hand onto Minerva's leg. She covered it gently with her own.
"Their happiness is important to me, my love. Your girls are happy are they not?"
"Of course." Minerva answered.
"And where are Elladora and Kardis? Markab and Rastaban are missing them."
"Kardis is patrolling in Berlin." A frown formed on her face. "But she was relieveing Elladora, who should be back by
now."
Elladora Snape had been hit hard enough that she had fallen to the ground and blacked out. As she awoke, she
realized that there was something on her chest. The weight of whatever had thrown her to the ground in the first place.
She threw it off her with a roar. The object, whatever it was, groaned as it landed and the red haired witch stilled, her
grey eyes searching. There on the ground was a girl of no more than seventeen or eighteen. She wore the standerd
white shite and grey wool skirt of the Hogwarts uniform, although the skirt was a little short, and the red and gold
stripped tie spoke of her house. Elladora fought passed her initial disgust at the symbol of Gryffindor house.
She had been in Slytherin during her years at Hogwarts and like all other slytherins she'd had nothing good to say
about the rival house. But it had been a few years since she'd attended school and those years had taught her much.
After all, Minerva had been in Gryffindor as a student and Caria Malfoy and Elladora's own sister in law, Aristia had both
been in Ravenclaw.
She nudged the Gryffindor girl with her toe repeatedly until she awoke. "Who are you?"
The girl glared up at her through a tousled muddy mess of mouse brown hair. "Who the hell are you?"
Elladora drew herself up to her full height.
"I'll be asking the questions here. And you're coming with me." She grabbed the girl's arm tightly and apparated away
before the child had a chance to react.
They appeared right outside the bunker and before Sopra had a chance to protest or complain about the bruise that
was forming under the witch's grip, she was being dragged down the stairs into a almost hidden sublevel.
"MINERVA!" A younger version of the deputy headmistress at Hogwarts appeared in the doorway flanked by another dark haired witch whose eyes glinted in a way that made even Sopra nervous.
"Who is that Elladora?" McGonagall demanded sharply.
"She dropped on me, knocked me out. And she's a cheeky little brat to boot."
Black eyes flashed as they stopped dissecting the girl and turned to the witch holding her.
"And you simply brought her here, showed her our headquarters. SHE'S A GRYFFINDOR! What if she's a spy?" The
woman spat. "No offence McGonagall."
"None taken." Sopra turned to look at her teacher in surprise. The eyes she was used to seeing as stern but ultimately
caring were suspicious and cold. More like the eyes her mother had often turned on their mud blood servants.
"Are you a spy girl? You'd best answer now, Isis has ways of making you talk that are never pleseant."
"Now, now girls.you're over reacting a bit." A lightly accented voice, an accent that Sopra had often heard from her own
mother, came from behind them. "Albus isn't such a fool as to use his students as soldiers, precious Gryffindors or
not." The man squeezed out in front of the two woman and turned to look at her. Sopra froze. Staring at her, in the
height of his power was a man whose face and accomplishments she'd learned on her father's knee. He was the
reason she'd gone to England to assist Voldemort and to take precious Harry Potter from Albus Dumbledore.
Standing before her was the man she'd vowed to avenge. Sopra recognized that she had been sent back to turn the
tide of the war; she had clearly pleased someone and now she was being given the chance to serve with the man
she'd looked up to all her life. With a burst of power no one had expected she ripped out of her captors grip and ran to
the wizard, throwing her arms around his round belly.
"Grandpa Rolf!"