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Chapter Sixteen
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Chapter Sixteen
“Salut,” Hermione murmured, greeting Marcus Delacour. Kissing both his cheeks, she asked, “J’espére que vous et votre famille se portent bien, Monsieur Delacour?”
He chuckled as he said in a heavily accented English, “All is well, thank you for asking, Miss Granger.” The regal French man turned to Sirius. “Welcome, Lord Black. It is in deed an honor to have you here as well.” Looking to them both, he said, “Please come to my study. We can speak there privately.”
They were shown to seats across from his desk, as the silver haired man locked and warded the room. Once seated, he asked plainly, “What do you wish to know about the Plume of Machiavelli’s?”
Hermione stared at him a moment, before she stated, “I was under the impression that you had spelled yourself against speaking of it.”
He nodded. “But it is rare for some to come to visit me with an urgent plea that doesn’t have to do with that damn pen.” Marcus leaned back in his chair. “And it is true, I cannot speak of it.”
“But there’s nothing to prevent us from discussing muggle world history?” she asked him.
A sly grin twisted his lips, as he answered, “Not a thing.”
“So who exactly was a dark wizard within the Third Reich?”
This time it was Marcus Delacour’s turn to be shocked. “You’ve gotten that far already?” He looked over to Sirius who was smiling. “If not further?”
“One never knows how far Hermione has gone until she’s allowed others to catch up,” Sirius commented. “She is called the smartest witch of her age for a reason.”
The French man nodded, looking back over to Hermione. “We never did figure that out as they left Reich to join Tom Riddle in late 1943. That is when we found our property once more.” He looked weary. “We were able to hide it, but not so well.”
“The Russians and Americans found out about it, didn’t they?”
“I do not know why I should be shocked that you figured that out,” Marcus stated. But then he shrugged and answered, “But of course they did.”
“How did you know?” Sirius asked.
“It’s the only thing that made sense,” Hermione told him. “Given the timing, in 1950-51, the Marshal Plan would have finished restructuring Europe by that time…”
“It was supposed to be finished by1951,” Marcus whispered. “But there was so much to be fixed that it wasn’t finished so much as the funding ended 1952.”
“But the Plume went missing in 1951,” she said casually. “Which makes me think that something important other than what we spoke of so far had to have occurred.”
“Perhaps,” he said tightly.
“The Cold War was well underway by that point,” she commented.
“True,” Marcus whispered.
“A witch or wizard tied into this, wanting to gain the Plume for their country would have been very dangerous.” He only nodded at her statement. “But what happened had to be something specific…” She stopped speaking as she looked at the painting that overlooked his desk. “What lovely artwork, sir.” She looked back to Marcus. “It’s nearly as lovely as the frame it’s in.”
Sirius looked at the art, clearly not impressed with the unmoving muggle painting. “It’s nice enough if you like that kind of thing.”
She stood up and went over to take a closer look at it. “How odd. I didn’t know da Vinci created ‘The Vitruvian Man’ in anything other than a pencil and ink sketch in his codex.”
“It was a gift,” Marcus said casually. “From a private collector, who was appreciative of a favor I did for him.”
Hermione turned to him slowly. “Hmm, every a good turn deserves another, I suppose.”
“That it does,” he said as he stood. “I am sorry to say that I cannot help you more today.”
“No, it is I who must apologize for this disruption,” she told him, taking his hands within her own. “Thank you for your time. It has helped more than you know. If we could come back and speak to you again once we have more information…?”
“Of course,” he assured them as he walked them to the front door.
Once they were out walking briskly down the boulevard, Sirius asked, “What was that all about?”
“The French,” she said casually. “I think it’s just in their nature to be cryptic, not to mention contrary.”
“What now?” he inquired, as they reached the apperation point.
“Now, we need a computer.”
***
Sirius bought each of them a laptop, despite Hermione telling him that it was too expensive to do so. It was she who ended up setting up both of them with new software as well as spelled them to be operational in the magical world.
“You fucking bastards!” Sirius exclaimed as he played the video game that she had thought he would like and would keep him well occupied while she worked. “You won’t get away from me this time!”
Hermione rolled her eyes, but kept working as she went to a website that had been set up by a muggle born wizard who set up a search engine for death eaters and where they were currently.
“Shit!” He shut the screen and looked over Hermione shoulder, resting his chin there. “What are you doing?”
Leaning back against him, she asked, “Hasn’t it been curious that we haven’t seen hide nor hair of the four wizards that have supposedly been looking for the Plume?”
“The attack,” he muttered.
“There was only one wizard whose spells were mild at best and was easily run off,” she said, but then pointed to what she had found. “Read.”
His eyes went wide at what was there. “But…”
“If there has been one notion that I’ve learned in the last week, it’s that not everything we are told is the truth.” Her finger went to his lips stopping Sirius before he could say a word. “That’s not to say that I think Harry lied, far from it, in fact. I think we’ve all been lied to in the attempt for not just anyone to find Machiavelli’s Plume, but to have me do the locating.”
“But who?” he asked, moving his mouth to a sensitive part of her neck and nipping it gently. “Why does this website even exist?”
“The website was set up by muggle born witches and wizards who wanted to know exactly where any and all death eaters were. As for who could be instigating this hunt, I can only think of two or three suspects,” she told him as she closed the computer and turned to face him in his arms. “But right now, I can care less. Dealing with them isn’t on my list of priorities at the moment.” She kissed his mouth lightly. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“I will never mind your attentions, love,” he purred as he held her tightly.
“Sirius, I, uh, I have something to tell you.” Don’t be a coward, she told herself, tell him. She took a deep breath and rushed out with, “I’vebeenwaitingforyousinceIpulledyoufromtheveilbutIdidn’twantto…”
His mouth went to hers, kissing her slowly until it seemed she calmed down, melting against him. Pulling away, he whispered, “Better?”
“Slightly.”
“Breathe,” he told her, kissing her jaw moving to her ear. “Good,” he said as he felt her relax into his body. He rubbed his nose against hers. “Now what did you say?”
“I’ve been waiting for you since I took you from the veil,” she told him.
“Waiting for what?”
“When you escaped from Azkaban, you went a little wild,” she murmured. “I thought it would be the same when I rescued you from the veil as well. You needed time…”
“I need you,” he breathed, his voice rusty with emotion. “Like the very air I breathe, I need you. Like the blood in my veins, I need you. I am nothing without you, Hermione. You should have told me.”
“I was a coward,” she sniffled. “I didn’t think you would see me as a beautiful witch.”
“Where did you get that idea from?”
“Nowhere, I’m just very slow when it comes to men,” Hermione muttered, sounding slightly defensive.
“You have me now,” Sirius assured her, as he lay down with her.
“Promise?” Looking away, she was scared that he might be able to lie to her face.
Playing with a stray curl of her wild hair, Sirius made her look him in the eyes as he told her, “I promise.”
***
TRANSLATION OF FRENCH--"Hi. I hope you and your family are doing well, Mister Delacour?"
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***
Chapter Sixteen
“Salut,” Hermione murmured, greeting Marcus Delacour. Kissing both his cheeks, she asked, “J’espére que vous et votre famille se portent bien, Monsieur Delacour?”
He chuckled as he said in a heavily accented English, “All is well, thank you for asking, Miss Granger.” The regal French man turned to Sirius. “Welcome, Lord Black. It is in deed an honor to have you here as well.” Looking to them both, he said, “Please come to my study. We can speak there privately.”
They were shown to seats across from his desk, as the silver haired man locked and warded the room. Once seated, he asked plainly, “What do you wish to know about the Plume of Machiavelli’s?”
Hermione stared at him a moment, before she stated, “I was under the impression that you had spelled yourself against speaking of it.”
He nodded. “But it is rare for some to come to visit me with an urgent plea that doesn’t have to do with that damn pen.” Marcus leaned back in his chair. “And it is true, I cannot speak of it.”
“But there’s nothing to prevent us from discussing muggle world history?” she asked him.
A sly grin twisted his lips, as he answered, “Not a thing.”
“So who exactly was a dark wizard within the Third Reich?”
This time it was Marcus Delacour’s turn to be shocked. “You’ve gotten that far already?” He looked over to Sirius who was smiling. “If not further?”
“One never knows how far Hermione has gone until she’s allowed others to catch up,” Sirius commented. “She is called the smartest witch of her age for a reason.”
The French man nodded, looking back over to Hermione. “We never did figure that out as they left Reich to join Tom Riddle in late 1943. That is when we found our property once more.” He looked weary. “We were able to hide it, but not so well.”
“The Russians and Americans found out about it, didn’t they?”
“I do not know why I should be shocked that you figured that out,” Marcus stated. But then he shrugged and answered, “But of course they did.”
“How did you know?” Sirius asked.
“It’s the only thing that made sense,” Hermione told him. “Given the timing, in 1950-51, the Marshal Plan would have finished restructuring Europe by that time…”
“It was supposed to be finished by1951,” Marcus whispered. “But there was so much to be fixed that it wasn’t finished so much as the funding ended 1952.”
“But the Plume went missing in 1951,” she said casually. “Which makes me think that something important other than what we spoke of so far had to have occurred.”
“Perhaps,” he said tightly.
“The Cold War was well underway by that point,” she commented.
“True,” Marcus whispered.
“A witch or wizard tied into this, wanting to gain the Plume for their country would have been very dangerous.” He only nodded at her statement. “But what happened had to be something specific…” She stopped speaking as she looked at the painting that overlooked his desk. “What lovely artwork, sir.” She looked back to Marcus. “It’s nearly as lovely as the frame it’s in.”
Sirius looked at the art, clearly not impressed with the unmoving muggle painting. “It’s nice enough if you like that kind of thing.”
She stood up and went over to take a closer look at it. “How odd. I didn’t know da Vinci created ‘The Vitruvian Man’ in anything other than a pencil and ink sketch in his codex.”
“It was a gift,” Marcus said casually. “From a private collector, who was appreciative of a favor I did for him.”
Hermione turned to him slowly. “Hmm, every a good turn deserves another, I suppose.”
“That it does,” he said as he stood. “I am sorry to say that I cannot help you more today.”
“No, it is I who must apologize for this disruption,” she told him, taking his hands within her own. “Thank you for your time. It has helped more than you know. If we could come back and speak to you again once we have more information…?”
“Of course,” he assured them as he walked them to the front door.
Once they were out walking briskly down the boulevard, Sirius asked, “What was that all about?”
“The French,” she said casually. “I think it’s just in their nature to be cryptic, not to mention contrary.”
“What now?” he inquired, as they reached the apperation point.
“Now, we need a computer.”
***
Sirius bought each of them a laptop, despite Hermione telling him that it was too expensive to do so. It was she who ended up setting up both of them with new software as well as spelled them to be operational in the magical world.
“You fucking bastards!” Sirius exclaimed as he played the video game that she had thought he would like and would keep him well occupied while she worked. “You won’t get away from me this time!”
Hermione rolled her eyes, but kept working as she went to a website that had been set up by a muggle born wizard who set up a search engine for death eaters and where they were currently.
“Shit!” He shut the screen and looked over Hermione shoulder, resting his chin there. “What are you doing?”
Leaning back against him, she asked, “Hasn’t it been curious that we haven’t seen hide nor hair of the four wizards that have supposedly been looking for the Plume?”
“The attack,” he muttered.
“There was only one wizard whose spells were mild at best and was easily run off,” she said, but then pointed to what she had found. “Read.”
His eyes went wide at what was there. “But…”
“If there has been one notion that I’ve learned in the last week, it’s that not everything we are told is the truth.” Her finger went to his lips stopping Sirius before he could say a word. “That’s not to say that I think Harry lied, far from it, in fact. I think we’ve all been lied to in the attempt for not just anyone to find Machiavelli’s Plume, but to have me do the locating.”
“But who?” he asked, moving his mouth to a sensitive part of her neck and nipping it gently. “Why does this website even exist?”
“The website was set up by muggle born witches and wizards who wanted to know exactly where any and all death eaters were. As for who could be instigating this hunt, I can only think of two or three suspects,” she told him as she closed the computer and turned to face him in his arms. “But right now, I can care less. Dealing with them isn’t on my list of priorities at the moment.” She kissed his mouth lightly. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“I will never mind your attentions, love,” he purred as he held her tightly.
“Sirius, I, uh, I have something to tell you.” Don’t be a coward, she told herself, tell him. She took a deep breath and rushed out with, “I’vebeenwaitingforyousinceIpulledyoufromtheveilbutIdidn’twantto…”
His mouth went to hers, kissing her slowly until it seemed she calmed down, melting against him. Pulling away, he whispered, “Better?”
“Slightly.”
“Breathe,” he told her, kissing her jaw moving to her ear. “Good,” he said as he felt her relax into his body. He rubbed his nose against hers. “Now what did you say?”
“I’ve been waiting for you since I took you from the veil,” she told him.
“Waiting for what?”
“When you escaped from Azkaban, you went a little wild,” she murmured. “I thought it would be the same when I rescued you from the veil as well. You needed time…”
“I need you,” he breathed, his voice rusty with emotion. “Like the very air I breathe, I need you. Like the blood in my veins, I need you. I am nothing without you, Hermione. You should have told me.”
“I was a coward,” she sniffled. “I didn’t think you would see me as a beautiful witch.”
“Where did you get that idea from?”
“Nowhere, I’m just very slow when it comes to men,” Hermione muttered, sounding slightly defensive.
“You have me now,” Sirius assured her, as he lay down with her.
“Promise?” Looking away, she was scared that he might be able to lie to her face.
Playing with a stray curl of her wild hair, Sirius made her look him in the eyes as he told her, “I promise.”
***
TRANSLATION OF FRENCH--"Hi. I hope you and your family are doing well, Mister Delacour?"
PLEASE REVIEW!!!