Disclaimer: Don't own the HP universe. Hell, I don't even own my own copy of the books!
A/N: This doesn't really focus on the main characters- not for a while, at any rate. This takes place the very end of fifth year and the summer between 5th and 6th. It'll stay close to canon but still focus on an original character. Uummm... I guess that's all I can say for now. Just remember- you shouldn't knock something until you've tried it. (winks) So, without further ado...
Enjoy!
Deceit
Prologue:
Kitty folded her arms over her chest defiantly, wrinkling her nose as wafts of cigarette smoke floated out from the Pub when yet another patron escaped out through the back door.
"I'm not doing anything more for the two of you until you do something for me. I'm not working pro-bono, you know." she said to the shadows across the alley.
"We'll give you your due at our next meeting. It'll be double if you help us get Malfoy." Mr. Dark offered. Kitty's eyes had adjusted to the darkness long ago, and no matter how far back the two Unspeakables stood, she could still see the surprised and angry look Mr. Light was giving his partner as he elbowed him in the side.
"You'll 'give me my due' when I hand over that scumbag. Remember my price. Nothing less, or the deal is off and I report you to the Ministry." Kitty countered. The two men argued back and forth in whispers for several moments before Mr. Light stalked off angrily, likely to a different Pub for a stiff drink.
"You've got a deal," Mr. Dark said, "as long as you go back in there right now and give us Henricksen tonight."
"Tonight? I thought I still had another week!" Kitty hissed through clenched teeth.
"You want the money, you get the job done tonight. The blackmail thing goes both ways, kid." Mr. Dark shrugged, leaning against the brick wall in an almost bored way.
"Fine. But you better pay up. You're lucky I need this money as bad as I do, or you'd be in a pretty deep rut right now. I hope you know that." Kitty agreed after a moment's contemplation, then turned on her heel and entered the Pub to search out the half-drunk Death Eater she'd been meeting with before Mr. Dark and Mr. Light interrupted.
"Quite a bit of attitude for a fourteen year old..." Mr. Dark mused aloud, "...though she is quite a useful little actress." Then, he lit a cigarette and shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his robes, walking off down the alley to find his partner.