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Chapter Four

Broken Rose Tinted Glasses

"Let's not make this personal shall we?" He asked from over his shoulder in what could be considered a threatening voice. She swallowed still reeling from the hair. So he must be human. Wizard probably to have taken out those Death Eaters. But she had only known one wizard with hair like that and he was dead.

"If I get this information... I don't want them killed. Many of them could repent." And, she added silently, some of them are our spies. "Some are forced into it." She told him. "And besides. We have already sent our best Aurors there. Not many have come back. It is well guarded despite their age.

"I will not kill anyone I do not have to. I am only going there for one person. If anyone gets in my way so be it." His answer was toneless. She nodded and rubbed her arms, not sure whether this was the air's coolness or his which caused her chill. "I have... no need to have you trust me and my judgement. But I fear it might be useful."

Hermione looked up at him taken aback. "I find it hard to trust someone who knows in depth information about Lord Voldemort." He nodded and Hermione felt sure he smiled. "And your willingness to kill also does not inspire much faith."

"I said I will not kill anyone unless I have to. These killings are ones I have to make." He was walking still and Hermione had to double step to keep up. The night was getting colder and the clock had just chimed the half hour.

"Hello?" A voice yelled out from the front gate. It was slurred and drunken, that of a youth. "You shouldn't... shouldn't be in there... I'll tell..." A dull clunk was heard. Hermione walked closer to her ... correspondent.

"He can see your light. If you douse the flame he'll probably think he imagined it." Hermione told him quickly moving in front of him. Only then did she see he had his hand dipping into his robe to where a wand would be situated. But she could see no wand there. The natural reaction of a pureblood. She stepped back from him.

The figure doused the light and touched her shoulder to move her away from the shouting yob. She felt his hand through her jumper, close to her neck. He was cold. An unearthly coldness radiated through him and she felt a shiver pass down her back. To be in any great contact with his skin would cause her to shake and shiver.

Then this could not be a wizard. No human could have a body temperature that low. And no Veela either. But... what on earth was this creature? A vampire?

"I may later have personal request of you but until then I ask that you do not make any assumptions upon me or my actions. Now I shall tell you that the Dark Lord will attack St Mungos at the next full moon. I expect my return of information." He had almost read her mind. He was about to leave for the ever blackness that blanketed the area around them when she grabbed his wrist.

Whatever she grabbed it for she did not know. Except that she did not want him to leave. The blackness in his face seemed to engulf her but she did not want to let him go. Was this self controlled, logical Hermione Granger?

He seemed struck to, by some unseen, unknown force which held them both together, the coldness of his skin tickling the heat losing from hers. Tingling down her back, like the ice of his hands, and then unwanted thoughts of his cold hands down her back, made the sensation ten times worse. By the gods, what was this madness that gripped her?

Were they to kiss? To speak? To dance? What was this that held them stuck like glue to the floor and each others eyes? And then it broke with the chiming of the hour. How long they had stood there she did not know. She released his wrist and gazed at the floor.

A coldness trailed down her cheek and with horror she thought it was a tear. But looking up she saw it was not. The coldness was his finger trailing down her cheek in an affection wholy surprising in such a man or beast as he.

"Next time you come out, check a mirror first." He told her in that soft deadly voice before turning and striding off into the black.

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Aurors seize Dark Forces Treasure Trove

Darkwood Mansion was yesterday raided by a team of heavily armoured Aurors who arrested five Death Eaters including Vincent Crabbe, 18, his father, 51, Kilburn Berstrun, 66, and Tara Phillips, 21. The other Death Eater is as yet unnamed. The Dark materials found were said to be 'some of the most dangerous in the world', reported a Ministry Official. How they were smuggled into the country is being investigated.

Unfortunately the raid appears to have occurred only hours after You-Know-Who left but the damage done will certainly circle in the halls of the Dark Legions for many months to come.

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Hermione had spent all morning enjoying her new found magic. The skill which she had discovered was the ability to do simple wandless magic without the extreme power or years of training which were the modern alternatives. Although the skill would take many weeks to master she already felt a slight hum through her fingers of magic polarity as she tried to Accio the remote control.

The scroll which she had managed to gain the information from she had been forced to translate herself through several different codes. It was meant solely for the use of a small sect of wizards two thousand years ago but they were long dead and probably too fragile to risk turning in their graves at the thought of a female half blood using their elite magic.

She couldn't wait to show Harry and Ron. The idea was to focus the mind on the magic energy in your wand and therefore ignite the magic with your mind rather than your fingers. So you could use your wand without touching it and even, probably, when it was snapped, though obviously to a lesser extend.

However the practice was exhausting and she felt too mentally drained to continue for the afternoon. So instead she prepared to set out to Bill Weasley's to gain information on the Dark Youth Training Scheme and fill him in on what she had learnt.

But when she got there Bill was with a spy. Even Order members were not to know the identity of the spies so she was ferreted off to the small garden which Fleur kept with immaculate design and up keep. It was another overcast day but Fleur insisted on them having tea in the garden. The rather large droplets of rain sank into Hermione's tea and she only just resisted glaring at her hostess who sat under the parasol rambling about Bill's latest triumph. Hermione bit back the response telling Fleur who had really got the scoop on that story.

After half an hour she was admitted to see Bill who's face showed surprise at his latest guest. "Herm, thank you so much for your information. It was invaluable. We got them. We really got them! Ha ha!" He sat back down grinning happily at her. "So what can I do for you? Do you want to hear the ins and outs of the arrests?" He said with not intention of telling her anything but.

Hermione who had only heard about the arrests from Fleur earlier that afternoon consented to a brief run down of events. Bill at the end promised her the Daily Prophet's report of events once more details were published in the press.

"Bill, though I am glad you have been able to use the information I gave you that is not what I came for exactly." Bill's face fell and he leant forward highly concerned look upon his scarred features. "My source, who I got the information about Darkwood from, has contacted me again. We're doing an information exchange and-"

"Hermione, what are you saying?" Bill asked looking so deeply into her eyes she felt ashamed.

"I need information to give him. Not about us, about Death Eaters."

"Did you do this before?" Bill asked a slightly accusatory tone in his voice. "When you got the information about Gloucestershire."

"We needed that information. I am quite happy to go elsewhere to get the information we need to help us. His information is invaluable, Bill." Bill looked like he was about to respond, a slight outrage in his eyes and expression, when Hermione continued. "He told me there was going to be an attack at the next full moon. On St Mungos." Bill's face fell into horror.

"St Mungos? By Merlin. The fiends." He contemplated this information for a few seconds. "It appears Hermione that you have an informant more deep in Voldemort's dealings than any of our other spies." He was looking at her, now leaning back in his chair, his hand clasped over his mouth and rubbing over his hairy chin. "What information does he want in return?" Bill asked eventually in a quiet voice.

"The whereabouts of the moved training centre for Voldemort's young Death Eaters." Hermione responded keeping her voice as emotionless and toneless as possible. In trying to emulate her correspondent she felt like she was mocking him.

"Does he think he can bring it down? That place has more boobytraps than the Temple of Doom." Hermione smiled slightly. She had introduced Indiana Jones to the Weasleys two Christmas's ago with the result Ron had taken to wearing strange hats. "Well whatever he wants... We believe it's located up at Fort William, to the South West of the town. Almost deserted."

Hermione nodded and memorised the information. "Hermione, there's just one thing more. How are you communicating?" Hermione froze, unable to look into his eyes. An awkward silence passed. "You're not going out to meet him are you? Do you know how much danger you are placing yourself in!" His voice rose dramatically. "Hermione Granger! We are all putting so much time and effort into protecting you three and here you are going off willy-nilly to meet strange agents of Voldemort!"

Hermione, unable to defend her actions, stared on at the ground whilst Bill fumed silently in his chair. "Come back tomorrow. We'll see if we can swap you with another go between." He said angrily. Another pause full of stagnated anger. "You just wait until Ron hears about this." Hermione continued to examine her shoes in great depth. "And mother."

"I can't."

"Can't what?"

"Speak about... About the..." She coughed lightly as her throat constricted against her speaking. This must be the effects of the spell. Very powerful. He must be a great Wizard. Only... of course he was no wizard... "I cannot tell you anything about anything to do with this. Just the information. No chance of swapping." She concluded looking up at him. His eyes were narrowed and cold.

"You have placed yourself beyond the point of danger. I cannot believe this of a sensible girl like you. Ron, maybe, but not you."

"I passed the point of danger many years ago Bill." Hermione informed him standing up. They watched each other for several seconds before Hermione turned and strode purposefully away.

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