Malfoy quickly and nonchalantly put his wand into his robe. He slowly left the stadium, making sure not to get caught by others. He turned left, then right, then left again. He knew his way around very good, but was it enough for him to escape?
He felt that someone was following him, so he quickened his pace, dodging people that were running along the road. He felt his hand go back into his robe, and he spun around, whipping his wand out. No one was there. He continued to walk along the path. Again, he felt like someone was following him. He turned once more, and yet again no one was there.
Malfoy slowly began to feel uneasy. He knew someone or something was following him, but he couldn't figure out what it was. He quickened his pace for a third time, practically running trying to shake of his stalker.. Less people passed him, the more uneasy he became. He spun around for a final time, shouting:
"Stupify!" the spell went from his wand, not hitting anyone. "Damn it." he muttered under his breath.
He soon broke into a run, cutting across someone's yard, ignoring their shouting and rants. He jumped over one of the muggle's picnic tables. He felt that his stalker was drawing closer and closer to him. He knew it was pointless to turn around to see who was after him. He continued to run, and that was when he started to hear panting coming directly behind him.
He stopped quickly, holding his wand. He was thinking of going to Hogsmede to hide there for a while. He thought of Hogsmede in his mind, and concentrated, and was gone.
He apperated on the busy streets of Hogsmede. He was glad that he lost his stalker, and sighed with relief. Until he heard a small 'pop'. He spun around, fearing for the worse. His wand was raised high in the air, when a hooded figure walked forward to him.
"Wand away, boy." the figure hissed. Malfoy done so reluctantly. "Follow me, boy." he hissed again.
Malfoy followed the figure, seeing that the passerby were giving awkward looks. Malfoy didn't care, and neither did the figure. He led him out of Hogsmede, and into a patch of woods that lie only a quater mile from the enterance to Hogsmede.
"What the hell do you think you were doing boy?" asked the hissing figure. "Almost ruined the whole operation." he said to him.
"Operation?" asked Malfoy confused. "What do you mean?"
The figure kept it's hood low, and Malfoy couldn't tell if this person was a male or a female. It had a wand in its hand, holding it loosely. He wasn't expecting for anyone to come, Malfoy thought. Because if he was, he would have a tighter grip on his wand if that was the case.
"I mean, the Dark Lord had something planned in the Qudditch Stadium, until you killed that Death Eater." it was speaking only above a whisper.
"He was causing me trouble." he said, enraged that he was being confronted by a figure who did not reveal its identity.
"Yeah, I know. I heard every word of your blasted conversation. I was right above you. I was your informant."
Malfoy was shocked at this person's words. All along he just had to look around him for his informant, and he could have been gone. He gripped his wand tighter. The figure took notice in this, and was about to raise his wand, knowing perfectly well that Malfoy was going to attack.
"Expelliarmus." said the hissing figure lazily. The wand flew from his hand and landed about a good three yards beyond them. "Now, carrying on...I had somethings for your Master, but I need to know who he is first."
"Why?" asked Malfoy suspiciously. "Why would you need to know?"
"Because, I need to be assured that I won't get double crossed by your Master." the hissing voice said impatiently.
"My Master is true to his word." said Malfoy, getting red in the face. "He isn't like the Dark Lord."
"Well then," started the person in the long black robes. "tell your Master this, those that betray the Dark Lord shall be murdered before the mudbloods. Traitors aren't dealt with so lightly." with that he was gone. Malfoy went over to pick up his wand.
"Malfoy, you idiot." shouted an angry voice. "You failed me again, and this time it is for the last."
"Master, I was blinded by anger by that babbling idiot." said Malfoy defensivly. "He wouldn't shut his bloody mouth, so I had to dispose of him."
"I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself." he said, in a low, dangerous whisper. "I want you to go to the Aurour's office..." he started out.
"It's suicide to go there!" Malfoy burst out. "Tom Knight is the head of the Aurours. And he isn't new to the job either."
"I want you to go there, and kill Knight." he said. "I want you to dispose of him."
"How?" he asked perplexed. "Other Aurours will be there."
"Your to figure that out yourself. Now begone." he said. Malfoy left the room.
Everything was going to how he had expected it. He knew that Malfoy was going to kill him, that was why he chose him to go to the match with Malfoy. He should know after knowing Malfoy for seven years, and knowing his father for even more. Yes everything was going to what he had expected.
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LOL!!! That was great!!! Post soon!
Oct 1st, 2005 02:02 AM
