Chapter 4

Sopra Grey had spent three hours being interrogated by Rolf Grindelwald and Isis Malfoy, who

had made her nervous in ways she'd never considered. Still, ultimately both the cruel woman

and the Dark Lord had been satisfied by herstory. Grindelwald had left her with the woman and

Isis smiled to her more invitingly than before.

"Grindelwald has asked that you be allowed to join our order. Ms. Sopra Grey, would you

like to be a member of the Sisters of the Latajang?" The girl stilled. She had learned stories of

the sisters on her father's knee. Powerful witches all, they had proudly supported Grindelwald

and had been responsible for some of the most famous destruction of the times. To be asked to

join their ranks was an honor she hadn't expected.

"It..it would be an honor beyond all imagining." That seemed to please the witch. She offered a

pale, well manicured hand to Sopra and helped her stand.

"Well answered little pet. You may call me Isis. Allow me to escort you to our home and

introduce you to your new family." Isis swept out of the room, and down a corridor without

looking to see if Sopra was behind her. She didn't seem concerned if the girl was following her

or not. Her thin and nimble fingers put her long hair into an easy plait. Then she began to tug at

the sleeves of her black blouse. Sopra followed her, instinctively knowing that she was still being

tested and perfectly aware that the older witch would know the second she tried to sneak

away. After a few moments they came to a giant steel door. Isis opened it and motioned for

Sopra to proceed her in. There were six other women in the room. The red haired witch who

had found her was seated on a plush cream sofa with a woman with light brown hair. The

second witch was a plump woman with round face and beady little eyes. In a chair paying only

enough attention to the conversation happening on the sofa to making sneering putdowns was

the third black haired witch. She was a tiny thing who seemed to have a rather nimble grace

about her, if her precarious perch on her chair was any indication. At the table looking at a map

was the younger McGonagall and the only blonde witch among them. The blonde was small as

well and there was no doubt in Sopra's mind that the woman was a Malfoy.

"Ladies, we have an addition to our number." Isis announced from the doorway. Her voice held

the cool command of aristocracy. Sopra knew that this was a woman with great breeding and

the ability to use them. The six other occupants of the room turned to them expectantly. "This is

Sopra Grey. Our Lord's granddaughter." Sopra expected to be introduced to the other woman

but Isis simply left her with them staring at her, and went over to Minerva at the table,

immediately pouring over the map. Clearly she was still being tested. The blonde witch rolled her

eyes at Isis and made her way over to Sopra.

"If you let her, Isis will test you until you fail." She held out her hand. "I'm Caria Malfoy; the

demon who has no doubt already assured you of her frightful cruelty is my sister-in-law." Isis

merely snorted. "I suppose you could say my job here is to keep everyone from killing each

other-and to brew the potions we use." Here she flashed Sopra a brilliant smile. "I suppose that

means that if any of these nasty women get on your case, you can come to me and I'll straighten

it all out." Sopra nodded.

"Minerva is our leader." McGonagall mearly waved the dagger she held while she and Isis

argued softly over the map.

"She is also bloody brilliant with a latajang. Isis is her second in command. Over in the chair

is Aristia Snape." Aristia met the grey eyes of their new member and nodded curtly. Her lip

curled into a faint sneer.

"We don't suffer fools. If you fall, you get left girl. Remember that." Caria's ice blue eyes

bored accusingly at her so the precariously balanced witch threw down her book and leapt out

of the chair.

"Welcome to our ranks, sister Grey." Then she turned her back on both of them and began

to go through a martial arts routine with great precision. Caria sighed.

"Aristia takes a while to warm up too." She flicked her eyes back to her sister-in-law.

"Sometimes she can't be warmed up to at all. But she grew up on the streets of Moscow and no

one has more stealth or success in quiet assassinations than her. The witch who brought you

here is Elladora Snape. Ella is our stratagist. No one is more creative than she."

"Try not to knock into me anymore will you?" Was the only greeting Sopra received. Caria's

lips twitched.

"And finally Kardis Black. Don't let her look fool you. Kardis is the best back up you could

have in hand to hand combat. That woman can bring men twice her weight to the ground with

just her bare hands." Kardis smiled, as if that was praise indeed.

"Now you must tell us about yourself." The pig faced woman commanded. Sopra shrugged.

"I grew up in Russia. After Uncle Rolf lost the war and was killed our family fled so we

would be left unobserved. A new Dark Lord arose and I was sent back to England to take my

families revenge on Dumbledore by giving Voldemort the boy who was prophosized to destroy

him. A boy Dumbledore has grown only too fond of." A snarl interrupted her report. Sopra

turned in surprise. Minerva McGonagall, eyes flashing, was clenching her little knife so hard that

her own blood dripped down the blade.

"Dumbledore. You mean we didn't get rid of that imbecile?"

"No, you didn't." Sopra snapped. "And he killed my grandpa." This only succeeded in

making the future Deputy Headmistress more angry.

"Do you have any useful skills, other than to tell us we fail?" The casual question came from

Aristia, but despite the simple tone she used, the young witch was all to well aware that she was

being insulted.

"I know a slew of dark curses not yet invented." Was the haughty reply. "And, I know that

Mr. Harry Potter is here."

"We need to step up our activities it seems." Minerva's voice was tight and cold. Isis agreed,

her own eyes flashing a look that promised death, and her nose seemed to be twitching from the

metallic smell of blood in the air. "We need to get rid of Moody and some of the other aurors.

We need to pull the support base out from under Dumbledore and his precious resistance."A

sneaky smile crossed Elladora's face.

"I have a plan, and a man who owes me a favor, to help us put in into action."