Sometimes It's Good to be Bad

Chapter 3 The Meeting


At exactly midnight Hermione apparated to the location in the letter, wearing sneakers, blue jeans and a navy fitted tee under her robes. She figured comfort was key. When she arrived she was greeted by two large men whose faces were covered in their Death Eater masks. "Focus on staying with us." One of them said in a gruff voice as they each hooked one of their arms in hers and apparated her away.

They appeared in a large stone room, the Dark Lord on a throne in the middle, four death eaters around him, their faces covered. She immediately kneeled on the ground, pressing her forehead to the cold stone. "Kneel in front of me." a high-pitched voice ordered her. She moved to his feet and kissed the ground before him. She noticed that the two who had retrieved her were now also standing in the semi-circle around his throne. "What gave you the audacity to request this meeting, Mudblood?"

She answered, still looking at the floor. "I want to align myself with the side that will be victorious. That side is yours and I am in an opportune position to get information that none of your followers can."

Before she could speak another sentance, he interrupted her. "Look at me, girl."

Looking up at him, she responded, "I am sorry, I did not want to insult you by looking to your face, as I am wholly unworthy."

"You said you have a posession that may be of interest to me?"

"Yes." With that affirmation, she reached under her neck, and puller the locket over her head, holding it up for him to see. He took it out of her hand and looked it over, gasping when he saw the design on it.

"Where did you get this?"

"I found it inside a glass cabinet while cleaning before fifth year. I've been wearing it ever since, but only learned its' history this past week." She did not elaborate because she did not know how many of his followers knew about the horcruxes. "I am currently supposed to be finding out who stole it so we can figure its location and destroy it. I thought it would do better in your hands."

Staring at the girl as though trying to discern if she were telling the truth, he answered. "It was a wise decision. You also said that you have information for me."

"Yes. Dumbledore told Harry that he would do best to share everything he knows with Ron Weasley and myself. Because of this, I know what the prophecy you were looking for said." The Dark Lord stayed in his throne, a picture of perfect poise whereas his followers were all leaning forward, eagerly awaiting this revelation.

"Go on."

In her most know-it-all voice, she recited: "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies. Dumbledore was of the belief that the power Harry holds is that of love. Which Harry thinks is a load of shit."

The Dark Lord looked contemplative for a moment before he spoke. "There is something else you want to tell me, but are not sure about."

Hermione's face turned a nice shade of pink before responding. "Ummm, yes. As you probably know, Dumbledore was the secret-keeper for the location of the Order of Phoenix. While I cannot tell you where it is, I can give you a couple clues that would enable your followers to figure it out on their own. My reluctance about this is that I currently live there, and so wouldn't want it blown up or anything."

"Understandable. And does Mr. Potter live there as well?"

"He owns it, but at this moment he and Ron are staying at his Aunt's to renew his blood protection. While members of the Order come and go, I am the only person there full-time."

"And what are these hints to its location?"

"Since the Fidelius Charm hides a person or thing from people who don't know they or it are there, it is not applicable to those who knew of the location before the charm was placed upon it. Therefore I do believe that not only would Narcissa and Bellatrix Black be able to find it, there would be a small chance they would be able to slip through the wards, but before you ask I wouldn't be able to change them, as Moody or a number of other members would be able to tell as soon as they arrived on the premesis."

There were audible gasps among the Death Eaters Hermione had forgotten were standing around her and the Dark Lord at the mention of the Black women by their maiden name. One of them was now visibly shaking, though for what reason, Hermione could not decipher, and another had put a delicate hand to her hooded forehead. "Bellatrix, Narcissa, what do you think of this information?" asked the Dark Lord, turning to the two figures who were having such a visible reaction. They each stepped forward, lowering their hoods.

Bellatrix practically exploded. "You mean that... that little brat Potter OWNS our ancestral home? Of all the things that blood traitor of a cousin has done... what the hell was wrong with him, the boy's not even pure blood!" She would have kept going in her rage if the Dark Lord had not stopped her.

"So the Black ancestral home is the headquarters for the Order of Pheonix. Narcissa, what is the address?"

"Twelve Grimmauld Place, London."

"Is this correct, mudblood? If it is not, shake your head since if it is you won't be able to tell us."

Hermione was not able to do anything to either negate or affirm the statement, in effect affirming it. "But as I said, I do currently live there, so please don't hurt it."

"Mudblood, I do not think I am going to kill you at this time. Instead, I am going to accept your offer of spying on Harry Potter. You will recieve the Dark Mark and to prove your worth, perform a task of my choosing."

"My Lord, I do not believe that I can take the Mark." At this sentance the entire room was hissing and screaming at her, and she hastily spoke again. "I mean, I am in close proximity to not only Harry, but also the Order on a daily basis. My arms are not always covered, and they will see it."

"This is an acceptable reason to not recieve the Mark on your arm, however you will have Mark." At this she nodded. He looked her body up and down before deciding where he was going to put the Mark. "Take off your robes and all of your clothes." Her face turned scarlet all the way to her ears in a fashion that would give direct competition to any Weasley as she disrobed in front of the group of Death Eaters who had formed a circle around the mudblood and their master.

Once she was naked showing off her thin hourglass figure, as well as her bare genitals, the Dark Lord told her to kneel, motioning for one of the Death Eaters to kneel behind her and hold her up. The group then started a chant in Latin as He stepped forward and put the tip of his wand an inch above her left nipple. He then started a chant that took ten minutes of unbearable pain to complete. When it was finished, she had the symbol of the Death Eaters shrunken to about three inches tall placed on the middle of her breast, the snake encircling her nipple. She had almost passed out after but was given a potion to revive her. She was told to put her clothes back on and kneel down in front of her master.

"You will not be summoned to regular meetings and such, as you will be expected to keep your cover and I intend to keep you a secret for now. You will have your mission within the week. We will also speak of your concerns on Severus Snape at that time. Now you must go back to the Order as you have been here for quite some time."

With her master's permission, she then apparated into Kreacher's room at Grimmauld Place, so if anyone was there looking for her she could say she had gone to clean and become so tired she just fell asleep. It was four in the morning, and thankfully no one was there.