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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy it! Anyone got any guesses as to who the spy might be?
RR13
Chapter Two: The Butler, Plotting
Daphne was in her office, pacing. Sebastian and Tracy stood to the side, watching her. "Young mistress, you're going to dig a trench at this rate." Tracy giggled.
"Not now, Tracy!" Daphne snapped. "This is serious, we need to get our spy out of there."
"What do you suggest, young mistress?" asked Sebastian.
"Hmm, I don't know." Daphne frowned. "I considered sending a portkey to them via owl, but there's no telling how long it'll take to get there, or if there are any wards that prevent portkey travel."
"Young mistress, could they not just… leave?" asked Tracy.
"No, according to their information, Voldemort's stopped his Death Eaters leaving the base."
"Why would he do that?" Tracy frowned.
"Apparently a small squad were captured the other day, Voldemort's anxious about losing more."
"That makes sense in a twisted way, I suppose." Tracy shrugged.
"But he's stuck between a rock and a hard place right now." said Daphne. "At the moment, he still has the element of surprise. No-One really know's that Voldemort's back, the Death Eaters in the holding cells right now can still be passed off as idiots making trouble. Now, he's got to find a way of getting them back, and retain his air of secrecy."
"Unless, he were to send, this child our spy mentioned." said Sebastian
"That's a possibility." Daphne nodded, pausing her pacing and leaning against the desk. She ran a hand through her long, platinum blonde hair, and sighed. She had just opened her mouth to speak, when an owl flew in through the window. It landed on the back of an armchair and stuck its leg out, Daphne approached the Owl and untied the letter. The owl flew off, as Daphne read the note.
D.G
DL wants to free DE
Plans to send his Child
Attack takes place tomorrow night
I've been ordered to assist
Child has been ordered to find spy
They are closing in on me.
Need to get out
"Sebastian, Tracy. Tomorrow night, the Dark Lord's child will be attempting to free the followers that were captured. We'll be lying in wait. We'll cut them off."
"Very well, young mistress." the butler and the housekeeper chorused.
"Tracy, fetch the gardener." said Daphne.
"Of course, young mistress." smiled Tracy. The brunette turned and leapt through the window. Daphne and Tracy stared at the window for a moment.
"I believe you once described her as 'ready trained'', young mistress?" Sebastian smirked
"Oh shut up, we both know she's insane." Daphne giggled.
Tracy returned a few moments later. Behind her, stood the gardener.
"Ah, Neville. Come in."
"Thank you, young mistress.". Neville had joined Daphne's household at the start of the summer.
Flashback:
"Harry! Uh, Sebastian! Wait!" Neville called, running after the black clad man.
"Hmm, Mr. Longbottom? What can I do for you?" Sebastian asked. They were stood in the entrance hall, Sebastian was still carrying Daphne. Tracy was stood to his side, covered in Dumbledore's blood.
"Let me come with you."
"What? You want to come with us? Why?"
"I didn't join Dumbledore's Army for Dumbledore. I joined for you. I'm loyal to you, not him."
"Daphne looked at Sebastian. "I will be needing a gardener." she shrugged. "If you agree Neville, you can come with us."
"Yes, I want to fight by Sebastian's side."
"Very well, do you agree to serve me, work alongside Tracy and Sebastian, and protect the members of the Greengrass Household?"
"I do." the boy nodded.
Daphne drew her wand and pointed it at Neville "Laborare Domina".
Present Day:
The boy had grown up in the past few months. Gone had the puppy fat, and the boyish looks. Now, the boy was more mature, had more chiseled features, and was taller, more muscular.
"You rang, m'lady?" he smiled.
Daphne rolled her eyes. Letting him watch television was a mistake. "Yes, Neville. Tomorrow night, Tracy and Sebastian will be going on a rescue mission to rescue our spy within the Death Eaters ranks. You'll be the only one here to watch over Astoria and I."
"Yes, young mistress." he nodded. "I won't let you down."
"I know you won't." Daphne smiled. "Thank you, Neville.". She then turned to Sebastian. "Sebastian, go and prepare for the mission."
"Yes, young mistress." the butler nodded. "Come, Tracy.". Tracy gave a small mock salute and followed him. As they walked down the corridor, Tracy turned to him.
"Do you have a plan, Mr. Butler?"
"I believe so." he nodded. Sebastian turned into the library, Tracy close on his heels. The butler walked down a few aisles and eventually, stopped at one of the bookshelves. He rifled through a few documents, before plucking one from it's place. He laid it flat on the table, and waved his hand over it. Black, inky lines began forming on the page, linking together to form a picture.
"What is this?" Tracy gasped.
"This, is a map of the ministry of magic." Sebastian replied. "The young mistress had me create it so that she could keep an eye on the less scrupulous members of the ministry."
"This is some pretty advanced magic. It must have taken you a while."
"A whole twenty minutes. I almost didn't have time to finish the young mistresses afternoon snack."
"Modest as ever, Mr. Butler." Tracy giggled. "So? What's this plan of yours?"
"Quite simple. I will lay in wait here." he said, pointing to a spot on the map. "You, will wait here." he added, pointing to a spot a little further down the corridor. "When they pass by you, we will drop down, sealing them between us."
"And then we kill 'em right?" Tracy grinned, a manic glint in her eye.
"No, that would rather defeat the point of a rescue mission."
"Oh." Tracy suddenly looked rather deflated.
"We knock them out, then find our spy, then return here."
"You don't know who it is?"
"Only the young mistress know's. She said the spy wears a ring bearing the Greengrass coat of arms."
"Couldn't she just tell us?" whined Tracy. "It'd save a lot of time."
"Unfortunately not. The spy and the young mistress used a spell, a variation of the fidelius charm. Instead of hiding a location, it hide's a person. Even if the spy is discovered, they won't be able to admit to being a spy, even with Veritaserum or Legilimency."
"So, why are we bothering to rescue them?!" Tracy exclaimed.
"The Dark Lord is unlikely to bother with either of those methods. He will favour torture. Interestingly, there is no spell that will protect you from the cruciatus curse."
"Oh, right. Yeah." Tracy nodded.
"Tracy, I can count on you, can't I?"
"Of course you can, Mr. Butler! I'm insane, not stupid."
"That has yet to be decided."
Elsewhere, another team was planning their own attack on the ministry. Hermione stood, looking out of her window, over a dark forest, mist rolling over the grounds. She heard someone enter, and turned around. The Dark Lord stood in the doorway, smiling. "What's got you so amused, father?" Hermione teased. She was the only one who could get away with talking to him in such a manner.
Voldemort smiled at his daughter. "Do you know what they're calling you? The Death Eaters, that is."
Hermione smirked. "What's that?"
"The Nightmare Queen." he said. "Apparently, they fear you far more than anything else."
"The Nightmare Queen…" Hermione tested, trying to get a feel for it. Swilling it around her mouth like a fine wine. "Yes, I quite like the sound of that."
