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Chapter Eleven
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Chapter Eleven
Chills went through Hermione looking down at the blood in front of her. Five more dead, twenty more injured, and they still had as many answers as they had before, but unfortunately they had twice as many questions. She felt helpless and was slowly becoming angry. How dare these bastards, whomever they were, play god? It was a game to them, she thought. A game she was coming to the realization that no one would be able to win. But for the sake of others, she would have to try to outmaneuver them.
Looking away from the blood, she glanced over to Rosemerta who was off to the side speaking to Severus. He hadn’t wanted to be the one to question her, but she pointed out to him that the bar owner would feel more at ease with him. Rosemerta was flirting shamelessly with him and Severus, from the looks of him, hated every moment of it.
“Madam!” Severus exclaimed when the woman suggested that the two find someplace private. “Just the facts!”
Hermione coughed to cover up the laughter she couldn’t stifle, walking away to keep from bursting out with totally inappropriate mirth. She was a good deal away from him when she saw the wizard. Lucius Malfoy strolled into what was left of the tavern, looking around the place as if going into it were beneath him. Most there would have thought this was because of the bombing. She knew better. Chances were that he thought so long before someone decided to place an explosive device in it. She walked over to the man. He had stopped long enough to look at the blood.
“ ‘Yet who would have thought the old man to have so much blood in him?’” she murmured.
Lucius arched his brow and replied, “Indeed, Miss Granger, but from what I heard it wasn’t an old man that died here, but a twenty year old woman.”
She nodded. “I know. I saw her being taken away. I was quoting a play by Shakespeare.”
“The Scottish play,” he said casually. “I know of it.”
She smiled. Leave it to Lucius Malfoy to know Shakespeare and a well versed quote from MacBeth. “I thought it was only bad luck saying the name of the play in a theatre?”
He nodded. “But wasn’t it the Bard of Avon that also wrote that ‘All the world is a stage’?”
“So true,” she answered, laughing quietly. “Why is it that you come to be here now? I thought you would be joining us tomorrow.”
“Severus asked me to come over to help out here,” he said sourly. “If it wasn’t for that superb offer that Mr. Shacklebolt made, I would still be abed.”
“An end to your probation,” she said. “Just how much longer would it have been? Oh yes!” The smile she had on evaporated like water in a heat wave. “The rest of your life.”
“And all I have to do is help out with this so called investigation. It’s so little to do for so much,” he drawled.
“I wouldn’t say that,” she stated. His eyes narrowed. “You are going to work for that pardon, Mr. Malfoy. You will work for it with a diligence and dedication that will make your worship of that mad half blood look like a mild interest in a boring play.” She smiled harshly. “You get to collect memories from all our witnesses. Get to work.”
“Your pathetic attempt to show me who is in charge will get you no where, Miss Granger,” he told her.
“Think again.” She pulled out a paper and handed it over to him. “Kingsley made the decision that I was to oversee you. In other words, Mr. Malfoy, as far as you are concerned, I am in charge.” He ripped the paper open reading it. Lucius looked to her, his eyes filled with fury. “You keep that copy. I have others.” Lucius growled at her even as she was walking away. “Get to work!”
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“Why didn’t you tell me?” Lucius hissed at Severus.
The Head Master said nothing. He had seen the two speaking. At first he had been worried that the blond wizard would upset Hermione. But he found out quickly that the young witch more than held her own ground. By the time Hermione had walked away, Severus found that he had become more than a little aroused by the passion that she had exhibited in the exchange. Oh to be the focus of such ardor, he thought with a sigh.
“Tell you what, Lucius? You knew the girl was going to be here. I told you as much,” he said casually as he continued to label the memories along side his best friend.
“That man put her in charge of me!” he muttered. “How dare he?”
“He dare, I think because he knows how you work,” Severus said. “Or should I say, not work?” He stepped aside. “Nothing in this world is free, my friend, you know that better than most. Why the shock?”
Lucius sighed heavily. “I had hoped that I could get out of this. That if anyone should be put in charge of me that it would be you and I could speak to you about letting me out of this arrangement.”
“Yes, about that. Kingsley didn’t want me in charge of you just because of that reasoning.” He laughed. “You are becoming very predictable, Lucius.”
Giving him one last glare, Lucius looked around to all the destruction and asked, “Who do you think is doing all this mayhem?”
“I do not know,” Hermione said as she joined them holding a piece of wall in her hands with another one of the dark marks that matched the others they had found. “But I have a feeling that they are trying their hands at framing the Death Eaters.”
Lucius frowned. “That isn’t the dark mark.”
Hermione nodded. “We know.” She looked over to Severus. “Why frame the Death Eaters in this instance? They would never use muggle tools such as a bomb.”
“Pardon, but what is a bomb?” Lucius asked, looking over to Severus. “Well?”
Severus nodded. “It does give one pause, does it not?”
“Excuse me? Will one of you please tell me what a bomb is?”
Hermione frowned at their work surface, noticing it for the first time. It was completely out of place near the entrance way and not something that she would want to set anything on top of as it was so off kilter. “I don’t remember a table being here before.”
“It was here when we got here,” Severus said to her. “Terrible table. Very uneven.”
Fear trickled through her as she realized it was the only table in the entire establishment with a table cloth. Lifting it up she looked underneath, her breath catching in her chest.
“This is a bomb, Mr. Malfoy,” she said hoarsely, looking over to Severus. “Get everybody out of here now!”
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A/N--Cookies to the one that gets the old crime drama reference! Reviews! I must have reviews! LOL!
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Chapter Eleven
Chills went through Hermione looking down at the blood in front of her. Five more dead, twenty more injured, and they still had as many answers as they had before, but unfortunately they had twice as many questions. She felt helpless and was slowly becoming angry. How dare these bastards, whomever they were, play god? It was a game to them, she thought. A game she was coming to the realization that no one would be able to win. But for the sake of others, she would have to try to outmaneuver them.
Looking away from the blood, she glanced over to Rosemerta who was off to the side speaking to Severus. He hadn’t wanted to be the one to question her, but she pointed out to him that the bar owner would feel more at ease with him. Rosemerta was flirting shamelessly with him and Severus, from the looks of him, hated every moment of it.
“Madam!” Severus exclaimed when the woman suggested that the two find someplace private. “Just the facts!”
Hermione coughed to cover up the laughter she couldn’t stifle, walking away to keep from bursting out with totally inappropriate mirth. She was a good deal away from him when she saw the wizard. Lucius Malfoy strolled into what was left of the tavern, looking around the place as if going into it were beneath him. Most there would have thought this was because of the bombing. She knew better. Chances were that he thought so long before someone decided to place an explosive device in it. She walked over to the man. He had stopped long enough to look at the blood.
“ ‘Yet who would have thought the old man to have so much blood in him?’” she murmured.
Lucius arched his brow and replied, “Indeed, Miss Granger, but from what I heard it wasn’t an old man that died here, but a twenty year old woman.”
She nodded. “I know. I saw her being taken away. I was quoting a play by Shakespeare.”
“The Scottish play,” he said casually. “I know of it.”
She smiled. Leave it to Lucius Malfoy to know Shakespeare and a well versed quote from MacBeth. “I thought it was only bad luck saying the name of the play in a theatre?”
He nodded. “But wasn’t it the Bard of Avon that also wrote that ‘All the world is a stage’?”
“So true,” she answered, laughing quietly. “Why is it that you come to be here now? I thought you would be joining us tomorrow.”
“Severus asked me to come over to help out here,” he said sourly. “If it wasn’t for that superb offer that Mr. Shacklebolt made, I would still be abed.”
“An end to your probation,” she said. “Just how much longer would it have been? Oh yes!” The smile she had on evaporated like water in a heat wave. “The rest of your life.”
“And all I have to do is help out with this so called investigation. It’s so little to do for so much,” he drawled.
“I wouldn’t say that,” she stated. His eyes narrowed. “You are going to work for that pardon, Mr. Malfoy. You will work for it with a diligence and dedication that will make your worship of that mad half blood look like a mild interest in a boring play.” She smiled harshly. “You get to collect memories from all our witnesses. Get to work.”
“Your pathetic attempt to show me who is in charge will get you no where, Miss Granger,” he told her.
“Think again.” She pulled out a paper and handed it over to him. “Kingsley made the decision that I was to oversee you. In other words, Mr. Malfoy, as far as you are concerned, I am in charge.” He ripped the paper open reading it. Lucius looked to her, his eyes filled with fury. “You keep that copy. I have others.” Lucius growled at her even as she was walking away. “Get to work!”
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“Why didn’t you tell me?” Lucius hissed at Severus.
The Head Master said nothing. He had seen the two speaking. At first he had been worried that the blond wizard would upset Hermione. But he found out quickly that the young witch more than held her own ground. By the time Hermione had walked away, Severus found that he had become more than a little aroused by the passion that she had exhibited in the exchange. Oh to be the focus of such ardor, he thought with a sigh.
“Tell you what, Lucius? You knew the girl was going to be here. I told you as much,” he said casually as he continued to label the memories along side his best friend.
“That man put her in charge of me!” he muttered. “How dare he?”
“He dare, I think because he knows how you work,” Severus said. “Or should I say, not work?” He stepped aside. “Nothing in this world is free, my friend, you know that better than most. Why the shock?”
Lucius sighed heavily. “I had hoped that I could get out of this. That if anyone should be put in charge of me that it would be you and I could speak to you about letting me out of this arrangement.”
“Yes, about that. Kingsley didn’t want me in charge of you just because of that reasoning.” He laughed. “You are becoming very predictable, Lucius.”
Giving him one last glare, Lucius looked around to all the destruction and asked, “Who do you think is doing all this mayhem?”
“I do not know,” Hermione said as she joined them holding a piece of wall in her hands with another one of the dark marks that matched the others they had found. “But I have a feeling that they are trying their hands at framing the Death Eaters.”
Lucius frowned. “That isn’t the dark mark.”
Hermione nodded. “We know.” She looked over to Severus. “Why frame the Death Eaters in this instance? They would never use muggle tools such as a bomb.”
“Pardon, but what is a bomb?” Lucius asked, looking over to Severus. “Well?”
Severus nodded. “It does give one pause, does it not?”
“Excuse me? Will one of you please tell me what a bomb is?”
Hermione frowned at their work surface, noticing it for the first time. It was completely out of place near the entrance way and not something that she would want to set anything on top of as it was so off kilter. “I don’t remember a table being here before.”
“It was here when we got here,” Severus said to her. “Terrible table. Very uneven.”
Fear trickled through her as she realized it was the only table in the entire establishment with a table cloth. Lifting it up she looked underneath, her breath catching in her chest.
“This is a bomb, Mr. Malfoy,” she said hoarsely, looking over to Severus. “Get everybody out of here now!”
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A/N--Cookies to the one that gets the old crime drama reference! Reviews! I must have reviews! LOL!