Rules of War
Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of the characters. Yes, I do wish I owned a few of them. But I don't, so you can't sue me. Hah!
Summary: The War is raging and Hermione is under cover to retrieve some hostages from one of the Deatheater camps. She succeeds. But she doesn't know that when Dumbledore calls her to his tent, she's not getting a congratulation. *...* Denotes thought
She finally found it. The Deatheater's camp with the hostages. Dumbledore had called her to his tent less than a week ago.
Flash Back
"You called sir?" A brown head appeared between the flaps. Inside, a young man sat in a chair and was talking to Dumbledore.
"Ah, Hermione my dear, do come in" As she came in, she took a closer look at the other man, trying to identify him. He was tall; lean looking with dirty blond hair and blue eyes. His clothes were muddy, and so was his bag, he had a few days worth of stubble on his face.
"Hermione! Long time no see. How are you?"
"Do I know you?" He looked startled, Dumbledore grinned at her un- recognition.
"Hermione, do you not recognize him? He was, after all, in your house"
Hermione just looked at him for a moment. *Definitely not Harry or Ron. I just saw them on my way here. That leaves Seamus, Dean, or Neville. Definitely not Dean, and his hair is too dark to be Seamus, but that only left...*
"NEVILLE!?" "Nothing gets passed you, does it 'Mione"
She turned to Dumbledore.
"So, what did you need Albus?"
"Both of you are here, because I need you, Neville, to fill Hermione in on what you've found out. That is all, I assume you will be ready in a few minutes time?"
"Yes, when should I tell her to leave?"
"Right after she has gathered her things. The same goes for you Neville, good day"
Neville gave Hermione some maps and notes, and then began his 'explanation'.
"We need you to find this camp and get the prisoners out. If you don't, we'll have to release some of our prisoners in a trade. You MUST NOT be identified. Make sure that you've got a glamour on at all times. And a mask if necessary, you need to disguise your voice as well."
"Sure thing. Who am I going in for?"
Neville started mumbling incoherently under his breath.
"Sorry Nev, but I can't understand you"
"Aurora Snape, Severus's niece, Charley Weasley, and Blaise Zabini"
"Charley, shit! I'm guessing Blaise and Aurora are spies?"
"Of coarse. You'll see all of my notes have included any leads that anyone has found. The necklace, yes that one, is a portkey. Only once all of you are touching it, will you be brought here. I'll see you when I see you, bye"
Hermione made her way to her tent and found her bottomless-weightless-ever expanding bag. After digging for a bit she pulled out some clothes, make up, and another bag. She puts the clothes, shoes, and makeup into the black handbag after shrinking some of it and pulled out her wand.
"Packus" All of her belongings, and then the tent, went into the larger bag. With a small pop she apparated to the bathroom in one of the bars in Neville's notes. Once there, she went into a stall and changed into the black mini skirt, forest green tank, and knee-high boots she grabbed earlier. After charming on her makeup, she performed a glamour spell that made her long hair black, her skin a light tan, and her eyes a deep purple. She shoved a pair of hoops in each ear, shrinking her bottomless etc. bag and putting in the black one, she entered the bar.
There were Deatheaters everywhere. *Perfect*
"I'll have a beer" As she waited for her drink, one of the already drunk Deatheaters came over. As she reached for her purse to pay,
"This one's on me gorgeous" she smirked *HAH it worked! *
"Thanks, who might you be?"
"Alexander Nott, and you?"
"I'm yours Alex" She gave him a wink
"Well then, Beauty of Mine, shall I know your name, or shall you suffer me from not knowing?"
"Violet it is then. But where shall we have our drinks, it's getting a bit full in here. Rather stuffy for my tastes."
"I have a room, and there's a mini bar too. Would you like to accompany me there?"
"Yes, I think I would"
Thankfully, Hermione has an extremely high alcohol tolerance, 'cause Alex was downing them, and he didn't.
They had talked of their schools, she told him she went to Durmstrang. He started ranting about how Harry and Ron had always been made out to be perfect, and how 'Mudblood Granger' was always hanging around them, acting like a saint.
"A mudblood, a saint? Hah! She's such a bitch, she walks around those camps like she owns the place just because Potter and Weasley are obsessed with her"
"How would you know?"
"I was stuck there for a few days, I got out though. The stupid git of a guard fell asleep, and never woke up. I feel so left out and lost. I'm so sure I missed something, all I hear is stuff about 'the trade'. Please Alex, what's going on?"
Thankfully, Alex was completely drunk, so he didn't notice her lack of details on the subject of 'being in the camp'.
"Well, they caught the second oldest Weasley son, Aurora Snape, and that stupid Zabini traitor. We're making a trade of my brothers and father, for the three of them soon"
"I think I'll make you a special drink Alex, it seems that you've been through a lot lately. I'll be right back with it"
"Thanks, that stupid Malfoy made them set camp in the Sandzachi Swamp. I can't believe he would do that! He's such a stupid bastard!"
She let him rant while she mixed him a daiquiri-rum mix, adding a knockout potion into it. Also pulling her wand out of her skirt more, for easier access. He downed it in one shot. * Stupid git *
AN: Haha! Review if you want more! Is it good, bad, okay? Too much, too little? Come on peeps, its my first fic, be a little nice. I'll review soon if you're good to me!
Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of the characters. Yes, I do wish I owned a few of them. But I don't, so you can't sue me. Hah!
Summary: The War is raging and Hermione is under cover to retrieve some hostages from one of the Deatheater camps. She succeeds. But she doesn't know that when Dumbledore calls her to his tent, she's not getting a congratulation. *...* Denotes thought
She finally found it. The Deatheater's camp with the hostages. Dumbledore had called her to his tent less than a week ago.
Flash Back
"You called sir?" A brown head appeared between the flaps. Inside, a young man sat in a chair and was talking to Dumbledore.
"Ah, Hermione my dear, do come in" As she came in, she took a closer look at the other man, trying to identify him. He was tall; lean looking with dirty blond hair and blue eyes. His clothes were muddy, and so was his bag, he had a few days worth of stubble on his face.
"Hermione! Long time no see. How are you?"
"Do I know you?" He looked startled, Dumbledore grinned at her un- recognition.
"Hermione, do you not recognize him? He was, after all, in your house"
Hermione just looked at him for a moment. *Definitely not Harry or Ron. I just saw them on my way here. That leaves Seamus, Dean, or Neville. Definitely not Dean, and his hair is too dark to be Seamus, but that only left...*
"NEVILLE!?" "Nothing gets passed you, does it 'Mione"
She turned to Dumbledore.
"So, what did you need Albus?"
"Both of you are here, because I need you, Neville, to fill Hermione in on what you've found out. That is all, I assume you will be ready in a few minutes time?"
"Yes, when should I tell her to leave?"
"Right after she has gathered her things. The same goes for you Neville, good day"
Neville gave Hermione some maps and notes, and then began his 'explanation'.
"We need you to find this camp and get the prisoners out. If you don't, we'll have to release some of our prisoners in a trade. You MUST NOT be identified. Make sure that you've got a glamour on at all times. And a mask if necessary, you need to disguise your voice as well."
"Sure thing. Who am I going in for?"
Neville started mumbling incoherently under his breath.
"Sorry Nev, but I can't understand you"
"Aurora Snape, Severus's niece, Charley Weasley, and Blaise Zabini"
"Charley, shit! I'm guessing Blaise and Aurora are spies?"
"Of coarse. You'll see all of my notes have included any leads that anyone has found. The necklace, yes that one, is a portkey. Only once all of you are touching it, will you be brought here. I'll see you when I see you, bye"
Hermione made her way to her tent and found her bottomless-weightless-ever expanding bag. After digging for a bit she pulled out some clothes, make up, and another bag. She puts the clothes, shoes, and makeup into the black handbag after shrinking some of it and pulled out her wand.
"Packus" All of her belongings, and then the tent, went into the larger bag. With a small pop she apparated to the bathroom in one of the bars in Neville's notes. Once there, she went into a stall and changed into the black mini skirt, forest green tank, and knee-high boots she grabbed earlier. After charming on her makeup, she performed a glamour spell that made her long hair black, her skin a light tan, and her eyes a deep purple. She shoved a pair of hoops in each ear, shrinking her bottomless etc. bag and putting in the black one, she entered the bar.
There were Deatheaters everywhere. *Perfect*
"I'll have a beer" As she waited for her drink, one of the already drunk Deatheaters came over. As she reached for her purse to pay,
"This one's on me gorgeous" she smirked *HAH it worked! *
"Thanks, who might you be?"
"Alexander Nott, and you?"
"I'm yours Alex" She gave him a wink
"Well then, Beauty of Mine, shall I know your name, or shall you suffer me from not knowing?"
"Violet it is then. But where shall we have our drinks, it's getting a bit full in here. Rather stuffy for my tastes."
"I have a room, and there's a mini bar too. Would you like to accompany me there?"
"Yes, I think I would"
Thankfully, Hermione has an extremely high alcohol tolerance, 'cause Alex was downing them, and he didn't.
They had talked of their schools, she told him she went to Durmstrang. He started ranting about how Harry and Ron had always been made out to be perfect, and how 'Mudblood Granger' was always hanging around them, acting like a saint.
"A mudblood, a saint? Hah! She's such a bitch, she walks around those camps like she owns the place just because Potter and Weasley are obsessed with her"
"How would you know?"
"I was stuck there for a few days, I got out though. The stupid git of a guard fell asleep, and never woke up. I feel so left out and lost. I'm so sure I missed something, all I hear is stuff about 'the trade'. Please Alex, what's going on?"
Thankfully, Alex was completely drunk, so he didn't notice her lack of details on the subject of 'being in the camp'.
"Well, they caught the second oldest Weasley son, Aurora Snape, and that stupid Zabini traitor. We're making a trade of my brothers and father, for the three of them soon"
"I think I'll make you a special drink Alex, it seems that you've been through a lot lately. I'll be right back with it"
"Thanks, that stupid Malfoy made them set camp in the Sandzachi Swamp. I can't believe he would do that! He's such a stupid bastard!"
She let him rant while she mixed him a daiquiri-rum mix, adding a knockout potion into it. Also pulling her wand out of her skirt more, for easier access. He downed it in one shot. * Stupid git *
AN: Haha! Review if you want more! Is it good, bad, okay? Too much, too little? Come on peeps, its my first fic, be a little nice. I'll review soon if you're good to me!