A/N: Thank you so much reviewers! This chapter is getting a bit more into conflict and I have to thank my dear cousin (Azkaban Fugitive) for her assistance in helping me think of a good plotline to continue with. So, without further ado…here is chapter 9. I hope you enjoy. : )
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Your Night-9
By: Silver Ice
After walking around town and stopping for an ice cream Hermione made her way back to La Flamme Ardente. Instead of sitting at the bar she immediately took a seat at the booth closest to what Hermione knew was the Death Eater's meeting place.
"Que peux-je vous obtenir?" A young blonde waitress asked, holding her notepad and pencil anxiously as she tapped her foot.
Hermione requested a water again before continuing to sneak looks at the door next to her. Hermione remained seated for nearly ten minutes after she'd received her water. She checked how many people were looking her way and was happy to see no one paying attention to her or the door.
Finally, invisibility cloak in hand, Hermione opened the door and slid into the dim room she had been in only an hour ago. She wrapped the cloak around her and retreated quietly to the farthest corner in the room.
The room remained silent for a moment before Hermione heard a man question, "Who's there?" Hermione remained silent and to her relief the man stopped walking to sit. Hermione smiled triumphantly, thrilled she had snuck into the Death Eater's meeting place right beneath one of their noses.
Minutes turned to hours as Hermione leaned against the cold wall. The man that had spoken earlier had remained silent and seated. Just as Hermione was wondering how much longer she could stand the room was flooded with light as the door opened. When it closed again, the room remained bright as the person that had entered lit torches that were perched upon the walls.
The man that entered was rather short with an obviously receding hairline. He wore dark black robes and had immediately taken out his wand when he'd closed the door.
"Mireille, is it time for the meeting already?" The seated man asked as he stood.
"Yes Pierre, the others should soon be on their way," Mireille answered. For the first time Hermione got a clear view of the man she now knew as Pierre. He was tall and thin with wavy dark brown hair. He was dressed in the same robe as Mireille, though his face looked kinder than Mireille's.
As Hermione memorized these Death Eaters the door opened again and half a dozen men walked into the room. They all talked at once, apparently still waiting for members. Nearly 5 minutes later another sick members walked in, but this time the side conversations ended. The Death Eaters rushed to stand besides their chairs as Pierre stood by the door.
The tallest man stood besides the desk as everyone else got into their place. He had sleek blonde hair and was frowning in impatience.
"Pierre," he said when there was finally silence, "were there any disturbances today?"
"Yes, just one sir," Pierre answered, looking down as he did.
"I assume you took care of them," The tall man asked.
"Yes sir," Pierre answered. Hermione couldn't help notice him scratching the back of his neck nervously.
"Good. I'm very pleased to hear this form you Pierre. Now, the French Ministry still hasn't received any word about our meetings. I was worried when Barthé lé my renounced his position. I'm relieved to know we reached him before he reached the Ministry."
Hermione tried not to gasp as she heard this. These Death Eaters were unmerciful murderers.
"Bruno, sir," a man began, "when are we to stage our Ministry attack?"
The lead Death Eater, Bruno, let his lips twitch up into a smile. "Right to business as always Dion. Our Ministry attack must wait another six months. Knights of Darkness in Paris, Sofia, Dusseldorf, Brussels, and London are still rallying forces. We must wait longest for the London Knights, but they will prove the be the most helpful to our attack." Bruno explained, turning to the empty desk Hermione had looked through earlier.
"Révéler," Bruno said, pointing his wand at the desk. Nothing had appeared to happen until he opened the drawer and removed a small stack of papers. Hermione stood in shock. Death Eaters were now Knights of Darkness and the empty desk was now brimming with papers.
"What is that sir?" Another man asked curiously.
Bruno looked up, "This is a list of the Knights that have hence forth pledged their allegiance to our cause. In fact, another member has just signed on in Paris." The Knights of Darkness mumbled excitedly at this news until Bruno called for silence. "We now have a count of 120 fellow Knights. If we continue gaining followers at this rate, we'll have a remarkable amount of Knights."
"This is wonderful sir!" A women exclaimed.
"Yes, indeed it is," Bruno answered. "Now, I must warn you. Knights from London and Dusseldorf have betrayed their leaders. The traitor from Dusseldorf could not leak any information. However, the traitor from London is believed to have made it to his Ministry before his death. That is why we must guard this meeting place and our meetings with utmost caution. If anyone knew of this information our months of planning will be ruined." At this Pierre looked away from Bruno and cracked his fingers nervously.
The group of Knights muttered about traitors before Bruno replaced the papers in the drawer and tapped the desk three times. He reopened the drawer to find it empty and smiled in satisfaction. "I have nothing else I wish to discuss with you at the moment. This pub will soon be closing and may now begin to leave." Bruno said. The Knights of Darkness stood and exited slowly one by one.
Soon Perrier and Bruno were the only two men remaining. They whispered to one another quietly, and Hermione could not determine what they said. A moment later, however, the torches were extinguished and the door closed. Hermione let out a sigh of relief and took of the invisibility cloak. She tucked it into her bag and waited nearly five minutes before venturing excitedly to the desk.
She took out her wand and whispered, "Révéler." She waited a moment before opening the topmost drawer to find it filled with papers. She smiled as she grabbed the top stack and sat in the nearest chair. "Lumos," she whispered before beginning to read through the papers.
She soon learned that the Knights of Darkness had formed immediately after Voldemort's death. They were planning on destroying the French Ministry and killing the Minister and as many other officials as they could. She shuffled through the papers and found the list of Knights located in the London area. She was not surprised to see that both Lucius and Draco Malfoy along with many other Voldemort followers had joined the Knights of Darkness. Hermione finished scanning through the pile of paper's she'd grabbed and stood to return them to the desk.
When she spun back towards the desk she finally let out a gasp that she had spent the whole night containing. Standing in front of her was very clearly a tall person.
"Well, didn't I tell you what would happen if I found you snooping here again?" The man, who Hermione assumed was Pierre, demanded.
Hermione's heart skipped a beat and she tried to keep her breathing steady.
"Please." Hermione began, "I'm sorry I just--I." Hermione's mind was frozen, she didn't know what to say. She didn't have a reasonable excuse and she knew that Pierre would not show anymore mercy to her.
"I gave you your chance. I believed your story. You have walked to your own death with open arms," Pierre said, stepping forward and grabbing Hermione's wrists.
"Please no," Hermione begged again. Hermione looked straight into Pierre's eyes and was shocked to see him staring at her almost apologetically. His dark brown eyes were the last thing she saw that night as someone swung something at her head and she was overcome with darkness.
End Chapter
A/N: Oh man. I can't believe I actually wrote this! I've been having idea troubles like no other. Sorry for the shortness. I could've put more into this chapter but I really thought that this was a very fitting place to end it. I swear to you the next chapter will be the longest one yet! I just want to thank Erato the hopeless for helping to rename my Death Eaters as Knights of Darkness. I'd also like to thank Az. Fu. for her help for plotting and I'd like to thank all ye' reviewers for your wonderful reviews. : ) More suspense is soon to come!