Chapter 34:Attack!
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Draco was in the walls again. He had yet to be discovered and found that not only were the passageways good for eavesdropping, they were a great place to hide.
He had altered the spells over time to allow him to listen in on conversations, but remain unheard himself.
His father was either going to rue the day he bought Draco his wand and all those spellbooks, or he would be proud of him for all the secrets he had overheard.
He didn't know how he should feel about what he'd just discovered. His aunt, a woman he barely knew and quite frankly terrified him, was going to die at his father's hands.
His Aunt Bellatrix had apparently been the Dark Lord's favorite, but he was discarding her and raising his father into her place because she was had lost her mind in Azkaban.
He had never seen his father smile that way before, like he was truly happy. Did the man he idolized really care more about pleasing the Dark Lord than his own family?
But no, he had been positively beaming when he'd told his mother that he, Draco, would one day inherit his place in the Dark Lord's ranks. So...it was all for him?
Draco decided this bore more contemplation as he made his way back to his rooms.
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Sarah Michaels, a tall dishwater blonde who currently stood over the stove with a long wooden spoon stirring a thick sauce, started as the fireplace behind her lit up.
She wiped her hands on her apron and turned to meet her husband.
She let out a high pitched scream and backed into the wall, fumbling for her wand as a man in Death Eater robes and mask emerged from her fireplace.
He ignored the fifteen and a half inches of maple pointed at him and bonelessly flopped down into a chair at the table. Such odd behavior for an evil fiend...
She felt her eyes go wide as he removed the mask, dropping it on the table and revealing himself to be her wayward husband.
"Jon!" she scolded, putting away her wand and storming over to his side. "Don't do that to me! You almost gave me a fit!" She slapped him hard on the head, causing it to roll violently forward before snapping back to it's previous position.
"I deserve that." he moaned, causing her to go from angry to concerned.
"What happened?"
"Sarah," he started, looking her seriously in the eye. "My love, my darling, my wonderful ray of sunshine, my perfect wife of twenty two years... I've done something you're not going to like."
"What?" she asked, eyeing him warily.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he drew up the sleeve of his left arm, revealing the much hated sign of the Dark Lord.
"Jon...tell me that's ink, you've just come from an undercover mission and you're going to go upstairs and wash it off now."
"Can't," he muttered. "Took a vow not to lie to you." He took a deep breath, unable to meet her gaze anymore. "I've become a Death Eater."
"JONATHAN ALEXANDER MICHAELS!" she screeched angrily. "I'M GOING TO EVISCERATE YOU! WHAT, IN MERLIN'S NAME, HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU?"
He cringed back in his seat. Give him Dark Lords over an angry wife any day.
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"Mr. M,"
"Moving to take back what's mine in two days time. I'm sure you won't be present, but I'm honoring our agreement and informing you of this. Give Padfoot my fondest regards...and tell him the Prongslet says hello.
"-Moony"
A happy howl of triumphant laughter filled the levels of the First City.
Gabriel looked up from where he was boredly filling away at his nails. He raised an eyebrow and asked absently, "What's got his hackles up?"
Jacob shrugged and Anai ignored it as usual. With a shrug of his own, he went back to work shaping his nails to perfection before reaching for a bottle of peach nail polish. Hey, a vampire's gotta have a hobby.
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July third dawned foggy and uncommonly chilly. Harry stood at his window looking out at the village below that was just waking up.
Thick fog covered the land, veiling the buildings, secreting away the people and casting a gloomy pall over the day.
The sun was already reaching the mansion though and burning away all traces of night.
In an hour's time he would be leading the Death Eaters to rescue Sirius and he vowed that this time he would succeed.
Remus assured him that Malak would not be guarding him as his promise to do so only covered the island. If the Ministry took Sirius off it, he was no longer obliged to play warden.
Just in case, Harry intended to go in all guns blazing, in a manner of speaking. He cast every protective spell he could over himself and Remus.
He had consumed the necessary amount of blood for breakfast and no more, leaving him in peak physical condition.
Remus he had given a controlling potion which allowed him access to his lycanthropic abilities in human form.
He would have the advanced senses, strength and reaction time he usually had only in his fully transformed state.
Hell, he could even have wicked looking claws and fangs if he so desired.
For this mission, both he and Remus would be wearing masks to hide their identities from the Aurors.
Of course, his was going to be blood red, as were his robes and cloak, while Remus stuck with basic black and a silver mask.
He was hoping their part of the attack would only be in and out. Shadow in while the Aurors are busy, grab Sirius and Shadow out with no one the wiser.
Remus was only there for back up as the werewolf refused to allow Harry to go alone, leaving his back unprotected. He'd tried to protest, but if the man was one thing, he was stubborn.
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