Chapter II – Of Important Conversations

Dominique hurried through the corridors of Ridde Manor. He was one of the few Death Eaters to live at his Lord's home, and that alone made him very precious to the Dark Lord. He did not have any commitments he had to attend to in either the wizardig or the Muggle world and thus could follow his Master's directions at any given point in time.
At this point in time, he was making sure he had all the resources to attack Azkaban in the early morning. They were not expecting much resistance from the Dementors and as such Dominique had been asigned a maximum of 20 men and women. However, in case it did go wrong, the potential Inner Circle Death Eater had chosen only lowly Death Eaters, strong enough to hold their own, but not a terrible loss if they had their souls sucked out.
He had laid out his plan to the Dark Lord, who had approved of them with an air of glee (if he could even feel such a thing).

'Excellent Dominique! You truly are worth a place closer to my side. Enjoy yourself tomorrow, won't you?'

'Of course, My Lord.'

Now he was almost running through the halls of the ominous feeling building, making sure that nothing could go wrong. Half an hour later he decided that he could do no more. He made his way back to his room, locked his door with a quick spell, warded and silenced it and prepared himself for the morning.


Professor Albus Dumbledore was sitting at his desk once more, his fingers steepled in front of his chin, his eyes gazing speculatively at his guest, sitting in front of him.

'I'm afraid, headmaster, that I have heard absolutely nothing about this and that I have no idea who your 'informant' might be. I suggest that you ignore it. I wouldn't put it past the Dark Lord to set you up several times and then finally attack when you do not turn up anymore.'

The headmaster merely sat gazing at his Potions Master and spy. He blinked, then sat up slowly.

'I'm not sure that is such a good idea, Severus. For some reason I think we can trust this Mr. D.E.P., whoever he or she is. I did get all the necessary information after all.'

'How can you be so sure that He hasn't set you up?' Severus Snape sneered slightly at his long time mentor and employer. Sometimes...

'Of course I can't be sure that it isn't a trap Voldemort has set up. However, I doubt severely that it is.'

'And how is that?'

'I'm afraid I can't explain that, Severus. Simply because I am not entirely sure myself.' Dumbledore paused, his look pensive.

'Gather the Order, Severus. We need to discuss this with the rest of our people to see what we shall do in the morning.'