Planning's and Preparation

Bath, Somerset.

(Bella's POV)

Walking down an eerie road that was devoid of any pedestrians, one would think twice about venturing down it unless it was absolutely necessary. "Unless you are a crazy powerful, charming witch," she mused to herself.

Somerset, an old British city, held significance for both Muggles and Magicals. Some magical families even originated from here, before they were eventually tricked and engulfed by the rising Black family. Now only remnants were left, harboring bitter hatred.

Due to contracts, they couldn't harm the Black family in any way, but they came up with an ingenious way to take revenge: spreading infighting. They married their daughters to Black family members and supported them to become the new heads of the family. This led to severe in-fighting, with fathers killing sons and brothers backstabbing each other. The situation became so dire that the family began controlling birth rates. Aunt Cassiopeia had told her how there used to be at least thirty members of the family each generation, but now...

Bitterly thinking about how far they had fallen, she muttered to herself, "A prodigal son returning, three wayward daughters, and a nephew whom his uncle would rather kill than accept. History was repeating itself."

She knocked on the door of the dingy house, and a blonde head peeked out, staring at her as if trying to recall her, before bursting into laughter.

Unnoticed by him, she had placed a silent enchantment around the front porch, a habit she had picked up from Sirius.

"Kuh Kuh, look at what magic brought, a lost black lamb cough," he sneered.

Cutting him off, she jabbed him in the throat with her wand, saying in a sickly sweet voice, "this lamb can become a wolf, too, if you want."

"The Black family orders you to honor your contract," she declared.

He burst through the door, his face twisted with sheer hatred that would have made her recoil if she hadn't seen more terrifying expressions before.

"Honor!" he spat. "That word shouldn't be used in your mouth. If it weren't for those damn oaths...uhhhhhhhhh...bitch!"

Without hesitation, she cast the Cruciatus Curse on him.

The spell hit him, and as he spasmed on the ground, she looked around for any potential ambushes. "Honor your bindings, just as your ancestors did, and don't skive on them in any way," she commanded, throwing the files on him as he regained his bearings and breathed heavily.

"Check these files and find the people listed, their situations, and locations. Also, I want everything you can find about Malfoy," she ordered.

"I declare that anything we discussed and will further discuss will remain secret," she added, and a golden glow bound the two of them.

The man looked at her with a mixture of fear and well-hidden hatred, and she turned away, leaving the area and moving on to her next destination.

The names she gave were those that Aunt Cassiopeia had saved. Based on their situations, she would visit them with Sirius to devise a plan to take down Malfoy. She had a few other people to visit before capturing her former colleague.

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(Sirius Pov)

In an illusion, I found myself sitting in a dingy bar located in the underbelly of Knockturn Alley. This place had everything: whores, dirty duels, loan sharks, and even magical equivalents of drugs and illegal potion ingredients. Any self-righteous fool would become indignant at the sight of this place, but "these types of places" are necessary evils of society. The Wizengamot allows it, even the so-called light blocks. They may hate this place, but they allow it because it helps keep the "evil vices" in check. It's better to have these vices here where they're controllable, unlike other places where things can easily get out of hand.

Although I came here seeking information, I couldn't help but wonder if Malfoy had ever frequented this place. If he did, I knew I could find someone who knew something about him.

Then, a man took a seat next to me. He had a lazy smirk on his face and asked, "so what does a wizard proficient in illusion come to ask us?"

I tried to hide my shock at his response. I realized that it was arrogant of me to think that wizards in the underworld lacked common sense, and I couldn't let my guard down.

After peering into my eyes, he chuckled and said, "Illusion without a wand is very, veeerry rare. You're quite peculiar, my friend."

I smiled back and said, "A magician never reveals his secrets."

The man turned serious and asked about my purpose. I toyed with him for a bit before revealing that I was looking for Quirinus Quirrell's exact location.

He demanded 20,000 Galleons, and I didn't bother negotiating. I handed him the payment from my enchanted pouch, which I had filled with various amounts of Galleons.

As we waited for the information, a duel broke out on the stage. It was brutal and lacked professionalism. The healers were flirting with barmaids while a wounded contestant lay in agony.

The man returned with a letter that stated Quirrell had been spotted in Greece a week ago. Greece was close to Albania, where Voldemort's shade was rumored to reside. This information was exactly what I needed to plan my next move.

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(Kreacher Pov)

As Kreacher scurried around the Black House, he couldn't help but feel an immense sense of happiness. Finally, his long-held dreams were becoming a reality. The Good Master Regulus Black's orders had been fulfilled, and the New Dogmaster was helping to restore House Black to its former glory.

Now Kreacher found himself alongside Missy Black, helping her defeat the foolish elf that dared to stand in the way of House Black. Missy had even procured a shiny artifact, which she told the Dogmaster would destroy the enemy house's wards.

With a POP, they arrived at the enemy house, and Kreacher observed as Missy Black used her magic to create a circle and then threw the artifact into the middle of it. The resulting explosion sent Kreacher flying through the air and crashing onto the ground. But despite the pain, Kreacher couldn't help but feel elated at the sight of Missy's immense power.

As the wards of the enemy house began to weaken, Kreacher prepared himself to take on the elf. With a POP, the elf appeared before him, looking bewildered.

"Who are you, attacking Master Crouch's house?" the elf managed to stammer before Kreacher sent it flying with a blast of his magic, before tackling it to the ground.

Another Bomb sounded, signifying that Missy Black had successfully broken through the now-weakened wards and was making her way inside.

"Nooooo!" the elf cried and struggled against Kreacher's hold, but it was of no use. He grinned sadistically at the elf, ready to strangle it.

But then, he heard Missy Black's voice calling him. "Kreacher, I am bringing a person with me," she said.

Kreacher quickly released the elf and prepared to leave, only to see Missy Black floating an ugly man behind her.

He nodded to show he was ready to leave and with a POP, they vanished from the enemy house.

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