Chapter 38: Deal
The strange representative, if he was an actual one at all, arrived without warning at the Malfoy doorsteps at sundown. They were quickly ushered in by the house-elf, and escorted to the parlor, which really was just euphemism for an overly decorated room meant to be intimidating. A small fire burned in the fireplace, and Argus sat in a French armchair by the fire, while the hooded representative sat in the one opposite. They were both sipping tea, but Argus was tense while the hooded figure held a relaxed stance. The burly bodyguard stood behind him, but the rest of the people who were present at the inn was absent for this meeting and Harry was nowhere to be seen.
"It has been a while." Argus began.
The stranger made a hum in agreement.
"Why have you come here? Surely, not for a simple call. If anything, Albus should be the one you visit."
The figure set his tea down abruptly, creating a harsh sound of glass against glass.
"Albus has already stated his allegiance, the fool. I have no business with him." His tone was neutral despite the apparent anger in his words. Argues pretended to think about it for a second before replying.
"Are you implying your business is with me then?"
"Quite."
Argus waited silently for the stranger to go on.
"You were just a young boy the last time I saw you." He remarked. "No doubt, you have your concerns, but I am here with an offer." The stranger paused, taking a sip to tea. "I do believe you know what it is, considering the recent events." He stated.
Argus nodded in acquiescence. "Yes, but I have to act in the best interest of my family."
"Do you think Albus will act in the best interest of your family then?" The stranger figure retorted sharply. "With all his muggle preaches? Will he spare your family when the muggles come and burn down our traditions? Our families? Our homes?"
Argus gritted his teeth at the possibilities. Seeing an opening, the stranger continued.
"We are the true protectors of our traditions that we have honored for thousands of years. We cannot let those muggles come in and control us. Peace with them is nonexistent, already, they are at each other's throat, trying to destroy themselves. Imagine the disaster if they came here." His voice rose to an impassioned tenor.
"Albus went blind at Ariana's death. I don't blame him, but he is unable to see clearly. It is up to us to prevent the muggles from bringing their destruction here."
Argus remained silent at the man's speech, a frown marring his face. After a period of thought, he seemed to relax with a conclusion. Standing up, he extended a hand to the figure.
"I have no interest in seeing our traditions burn." He stated. The figure rose, pulling back his hood, revealing fair hair and blond eyes.
"Wonderful."
At that moment, the entrance to the parlor opened and Tom strolled in, pushing a serving cart.
"A wine for the occasion?" He asked.