Hogwarts Maelstrom. Completed!

Lestrange rubbed his head as he walked back to the school. Draco had quite obviously defected now. SIGH. Stupid boy never did have the gumption to be a good spy. He was too led by his heart. Lucky for him, he did not possess one.

Not anymore.

Maybe once, a long time ago. Now he could not afford it, especially since he had made a promise. He was definitely going to be Crucio’ed for this failure. Not that it mattered anymore. He was accustomed to it. A lifetime as a Deatheater was tantamount to a lifetime of Crucio’s.

He rubbed the back of his neck and felt in his pocket for the familiar bottle. Taking a swig with a grimace, he felt the potion slowing spreading throughout him. With relief, Lestrange took the stairs and began to run back towards Voldemort’s chambers.


“My Lord! Draco escaped with the Mud…err Granger girl.” Lestrange threw himself at Voldemort’s feet. “His defection was unexpected and he caught me off guard.”

Voldemort seethed but his mind worked quickly enough. “Send his friend after them. He can pretend to defect. The Zabini boy. We need to try to get information first before doing anything.”

Lestrange rose up and nodded sharply, before turning to head for Zabini’s room. Lestrange knocked on the door only mildly suprised that Voldemort had forgotten to Crucio him.


Blaise Zabini was supremely annoyed. He had been stupefied for two days and now he was destined to marry the annoying pug AND Ginny was missing. Pansy was out shopping AGAIN.

Pansy had left in a fit of tears when he had casually remarked that all the clothes in the world would never make her look good enough to tup. Draco may have tolerated her nonsense in school, but Blaise was a cut to the chase type of wizard. Rubbing his dark hair for a moment, he preened in the mirror.

Ginny had left him. Willingly. It was unthinkable.

He had given her so much, and his Spitfire had simply pulled up shop and left him. That did not sit well with him a bit. How dare the impudent little ingrate leave him!

He was Blaise Zabini for Merlin’s sake!

A knock at the door made him sigh.

“Come in.” Blaise drawled and he poured a finger of firewhiskey in his glass.

Lestrange walked through the door and looked at Blaise warningly. Blaise straightened and nodded to him. With a wave of his wand, he cast a Silencing Charm.

“What’s the news?” Blaise’s tone changed from laconic to attentive.

Lestrange threw himself into the lounge chair by the desk and helped himself to the drink that Blaise just poured. After downing the drink, he scowled. “Sometimes I suspect you are the only intelligent Slytherin to come out of Hogwarts.”

Blaise frowned. “He didn’t.”

Lestrange nodded. “He did. I am glad I never revealed myself to him.”

“Not to mention he would have killed you for sleeping with Granger and nearly hexing him to death.” Blaise smirked.

“You know I missed on purpose. It was a shame that I hit Goyle. Oh well, Deatheaters deserve what happens to them.” Lestrange smirked.

“And tupping Hermione Granger until she couldn’t walk? That was on purpose?” Blaise raised an eyebrow.

“I did it for his own good. Draco needed a reason to hate her. It obviously didn’t work, so I did it again. Furthermore, Lestrange WOULD have done something like that. Voldemort expects it. It explained my obsession with the Mudblood.” Lestrange suddenly scowled at Blaise.

“You think that bushy haired know-it-all actually appeals to me?”

“Yes.” Blaise replied smoothly.

“Well, she is bloody out of reach now… Isn’t she?” Lestrange gave a snarky smile as he poured another shot of firewhiskey and drank it.

“You’re a very sick man, you know that right?” Blaise laughed.

Lestrange’s expression grew still as a thought crossed his mind. “She may have lost the baby. It looked like she fell down the stairs. Draco hexed me so I don’t know if she survived it.” Lestrange narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

“Knowing Draco, he would look for something familiar, trying to find bandages and the like. Probably the abandoned shops.”

Blaise sighed. “He was a terrible spy. It was rather obvious what he was about. We are better off without him.”

Lestrange nodded but his thoughts were on a certain Gryffindor. “Certainly this makes it harder for us in the long run. Potter is still running amuck. As is Nagini.”

Blaise smirked. “Voldemort wants something from me.”

Lestrange nods. “Yes, he wants you to pretend to defect and gather intelligence on the kids that escaped.”

Blaise grimaced. “Oh… he wants me to get my balls hexed off. Is he having a laugh?”

Lestrange grinned darkly. “Maybe. Either way, just say you defected for love. It’s the party line.”

Blaise shot him a look. “Well, it’s certainly yours. How did you escape death anyway?”

“You can’t kill someone who is already dead.” Lestrange replied with a humorless smile.

“Fine, be deliberately vague, you greasy…”

“… Watch it Zabini.” The dark wizard across from him snarled at him. “I’m still your Head of House, despite what those Wankers out there say.”

Blaise smirked at him and rose from the chair. “ I better go put my defection clothing on.”

“This isn’t a bloody joke Zabini.” Lestrange scowled.

“My whole life is a bloody joke. Besides, I need to look my best if I am to confess to hidden love for the Weaselette. Whose bright idea was all this chaos anyway?” Blaise stripped off his shirt and changed his clothes, uncaring of Lestrange’s presence.

“Oh…The usual culprit.” Lestrange poured another drink.

“Who is that?”

“Albus Dumbledore of course.” Lestrange murmured silkily and he tipped the glass to let the liquid spill down his throat.

Blaise actually looked shocked for a moment. “He is alive?”

“Gods no. However, he was the one that knew of the Prophecy. The true prophecy, of seven who rise to defeat the Dark Lord. Through unity and sacrifice and love and all that bullocks. It is vague enough to make me want to puke. Either way, Potter never fulfilled the prophecy. Voldemort knew that Potter was a Horocrux. He deliberately did not kill him. The Potter boy and Nagini must die for Voldemort to fall, and seven must stand to support the fall.”

“Granger is a wild card now. So go and ‘defect’ to them. See what you can learn. And Blaise, can you try NOT to get attached to the Weaselette?” Lestrange smirked.

Zabini smiled sinisterly. “Sure thing, Teach.”

Lestrange frowned and stood up. “Voldemort will give you a week before you need to report in. Come back to me first.”

Zabini grabbed a bag and stuffed some books and clothes in it. “This whole thing will be worth it just to get away from Pansy.”

Lestrange gave a dark laugh before he strolled out.

Blaise knew the world was going to hell quickly, when he was sent in to seal a deal.






TBC

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