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Hermione Granger and the Knights of Walpurgis	By : bloomsburry Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 12452 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Hermione Granger and the Knights of Walpurgis
- 2-The Poltergeist
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Reconnaissance it is then. She decided at last. Having a good grasp on how the men worked alongside each other – to see them in action and understand how the entire group obeyed the chain of command - would be quite beneficial in the long run.
Carefully following the water trails that the men had left behind, Hermione didn't give much thought about the odd architecture of the place. She barely glanced at the paper-thin sliding doors, the polished hardwood floors, or the beautiful rock garden that she had espied upon leaving the hot spring.
No footsteps were heard as she treaded over the short hallway. And as she went further in, Hermione could hear low murmurs ahead, signalling to her that she was nearing her destination.
"Are the warding systems still up and running, Avery?" Riddle's familiar voice drifted out to Hermione from the open doorway.
"Yes, my lord, it is. I've checked the wards and it still holds, and there hasn't been any breach in the last hour."
"Are you quite sure?"
"I am, my lord. The system hasn't been meddled with as far as I can tell."
The voices grew distinct as she walked closer; still listening to the conversation.
"Avery's warding system is top-notch, my lord." Another familiar voice confirmed, "Both Rosier and I have tested it constantly to ensure that our location is secure, and I believe Mulciber and Malfoy have made contributions to the new arrays that have been set in the wards. The wards can't be dismantled without taking the blood from both the Warders themselves."
"I'll take your word for it, Nott. I suspect that the possibility of the intruder being human is nil. This fact was proven to me when the detection spell that I cast revealed nothing but our presence here in this resort."
So, Riddle has already used the Hominem Revelio spell. Hermione deduced, pausing at the door, warily observing them from where she stood. That still left fifty more detection spells that they needed to test, assuming that they know all of them…
The seven men were assembled inside what looked to be a changing area. They had their wands in their hands - and to Hermione's overwhelming relief - they had donned something that resembled a bathrobes that had patterned designs in different colours of blues, reds, blacks and greens, though the clothing was too thin - possibly made of cotton - which moulded against their bodies quite snugly; from their broad shoulders and down to their waists, where she saw that the bathrobe was secured by a coloured belt of the same material.
Although their hair was sodden, and she noticed that some of them hadn't had the presence of mind to cast a drying spell just from the look on the circular wet marks on the clothing over their shoulder blades.
"We can't let this thing escape," Riddle said harshly, looking at each of his men, whose faces were now set into a grim line, their hands tightening around the wands they held.
"It might be an elf for all we know, or some magical creature that was ordered to spy on us…No matter. We must kill it and its Master before they can tip someone off from the Japanese Law Enforcement."
There was a paused as Riddle assessed the men around him briefly before saying, "Lestrange, Avery, Nott, and Mulciber, you are all going to search the perimeter for other possible intruders,"
The four men nodded silently, already moving to stand beside each other just as Riddle spoke the rest of his orders.
"Work in pairs, and utilize every single low and high-level detection spells to your knowledge, including other forbidden castings. However, if those don't work, try to detect any magical signature - other than our own - to trace the intruder's exact location. Remember that we still need information at this point. Only incapacitate, do not kill. Understood?"
"Yes, my lord," was the men's simultaneous response, and after a short glance at their chosen partner, they apparated with a sharp CRACK, supposedly to locations still unknown to Hermione.
Riddle turned his attention to the remaining men, who were both waiting for his next set of commands.
"Malfoy and Rosier, you are both coming with me. We will go back to where we last sensed the creature's presence. Are you both ready?"
"Yes, my lord." Both Abraxas Malfoy and Edmund Rosier replied in unison as if they already knew what Riddle had expected of them.
"Good. Then, we must appear at the same time. Malfoy, you take the entrance while Rosier and I will take the opposite sides of the onsen. Rosier on the left while I will appear on the right. It is unclear if the thing is there, but we can't take the risk. Cast the detection spell as soon as you arrive. Use the spell to trace the creature's magical residue, which will aid us in identifying its true origin, or track down the thing to its master or where it had hidden itself. Are we clear?"
"Perfectly clear," Abraxas Malfoy replied while Rosier said, "Affirmative,"
"Prepare yourselves. In three seconds, we make our move. Starting now."
Hermione started counting in her mind, still gazing at the men rather warily.
One.
She saw Riddle shoot one final look at the remaining men in front of him.
Two.
Both the men responded by giving an almost imperceptible nod.
Three.
And just like the others before them, the three men disappeared with a loud CRACK, leaving Hermione to stare at the empty space where they had been.
She stood at the open doorway for sometime, and after a few seconds of mulling it over, she concluded that it was better that she stayed put for a while and allowed Riddle, and the rest of the men, to do what they needed to do.
So half an hour later, Hermione merely watched as the men moved all throughout the place. Occasionally, she sought them out or observed them from afar, eyeing their interactions and team dynamic with a critical eye, but swiftly avoiding them when they came dangerously close to the place where she stood watching.
Grudgingly, Hermione had to admit that they were a formidable group to behold; like a well-oiled machine. And as she saw them methodically scour every corner of the resort in search for her, she clinically stored every nuances on each of them in her memory that she could analyse later (Mad Eye-Moody had advised her to do the instant she arrived.)
There was no denying that Tom Riddle ranked higher in terms of threat level upon close inspection, followed by Rosier (eight paces at best), and then Malfoy not too far behind.
Meanwhile, she ranked Mulciber as the fourth, then Avery in the fifth place, and Nott scrapping for the sixth position, while Lestrange was just... too unique to have any rankings, and perhaps his unpredictability made him all the more dangerous than the other six men.
Benjamin Lestrange might not be the sharpest of the lot - and definitely the youngest - but his lack of brilliance was made up by his creativity in dark magic and his predilection for cruelty.
He was the wildcard of the group, whom Hermione needed to keep an eye on, never mind the fact that the rest were just as deadly.
Nonetheless, the information that she had gathered from both Dumbledore's words - based from Llyod Nott's memories and his personal accounts (under the influence of veritaserum), and her assessment of Riddle's gang - Hermione knew that she had barely scratched the surface regarding the men.
Yet if her conclusion was correct, she would have plenty of time to study each of them, learn more about their plans, and determine their weaknesses while she bided her time and waited to ruin them altogether.
Other than those things, Hermione also learned that the men had used an Imperius curse on the muggle owners and workers of the place, planting subtle suggestions and forcing them to stay away from the resort for three days, where they were made to believe that the place was undergoing a renovation.
The plan was sound. Really. And Malfoy had made certain that they had the paperwork to hand over to the muggle owners as proof for the 'renovation'. Afterwards, they had contacted some Mafia-linked wizards to alter the memories of some hand-picked construction workers in the area who would corroborate with the written manifests and other documents that were, or would be, presented; as per usual in their line of work.
Well, at least Riddle hadn't ordered his men to kill the muggles, which would just be unwise and too... conspicuous even for Riddle to consider.
As the search neared an hour mark, Riddle and the rest had almost exhausted their means to locate her. Not a single spell had worked; not even the high-level charms - and a bit of dark magic - that Tom Riddle, Abraxas Malfoy, Edmund Rosier and some others had performed.
Hence, she wasn't so surprised when Riddle suddenly pulled the men aside and they adjourned to a huge room that had painted sliding-doors on each sides, a dozen thin cushions arranged around a long low table and straw mat covered the entire floor.
A part of Hermione cautioned her from entering what she assumed must be the dining area, but another part of her told her that she would miss a lot of vital information being exchanged if she remained outside, where she was certain they would block the room with a sound-proofing charm once they were all inside.
Therefore, as the men piled into the dining area - now it looked like it would serve as the meeting room for them - with their socked feet creating a soft pitter-patter sounds on the mats, Hermione had no choice but to hurriedly follow after them, her heart thudding rapidly against her chest the instant Riddle slid the door shut with an ominous CLICK.
Fear clawed its way up her spine when Avery, Nott and Mulciber sound-proofed the room a second later.
"Sonus Minou," they said, pointing their wands at the close paneled doors.
Thereafter, she stood near the entrance and watched in both equal trepidation and fascination as the seven men assembled themselves on the cushions, sitting in what she figured as a traditional Japanese style.
The men sat with their their legs folded beneath their thighs, effectively sitting on their heels with their ankles turned outwards and their feet flat on the floor. At the same time, they placed their hands over their laps while they gripped their wands with one dominant hand.
Tom Riddle was sitting at the head of the table, his back towards a small alcove with a vertical calligraphy scroll hanging at the centre. The rest of the men sat on either side of him, three in each, and across from each other.
At the sight of them in that sitting arrangement, Hermione wondered how long they had been in Japan to be familiar with the country's customs.
Did Riddle have his men learn the culture of each country that they stayed in to improve their international relations? Or is it a way for them to blend in? Hermione inwardly mused, but she could guess that Riddle probably wouldn't let it passed him to use whatever means necessary to extend their influence, and that included learning the culture of their potential allies from another country.
Hermione slowly moved closer to them, choosing to stand behind Riddle to get a better view of the men's reaction who were all facing the future Dark Lord
"Our location has been compromised," Riddle began after all the men had finally settled down.
"We need to either leave the country or find another place to use as our base of operation..."
At Riddle's words, Hermione expected the men to act alarmed, surprised, or to start making a run for it with a sense of urgency.
Surprisingly, the men didn't do any of these things, because all the men had their poker faces on, and something about their lack of response was unsettling, except for Benjamin Lestrange, who remarked: "Then, why aren't we leaving this minute when the reinforcements could arrive -"
Without warning, Fabian Avery slapped the dark-haired youth at the back of his head, saying:
"You're a complete buffoon, Lestrange!"
"What?! What did I do?!" was Benjamin's angry protest, rubbing his head. "I just asked a question!"
"Not another word, Lestrange!" Riddle ordered in a chilling tone while his cobalt-blue eyes flashed with menace. "Don't even dare open your mouth!"
The Lestrange Heir instantly clamped his mouth shut, his hazel eyes glaring daggers at the blonde sitting beside him, whose bottle-green orbs were glowering in return. The rest of the men looked like they were itching to curse the youngest of their group. All their eyes pinning Benjamin Lestrange on the spot, until he appeared cowed. His shoulders slumping forward and looking more like a kicked puppy than a sadistic psychopath.
Lestrange has a point. Why are they still there when they assume that Law Enforcement will be there within an hour? Hermione thought, frowning in consternation. Something about this situation isn't right…
"Despite Benjamin's lack of discretion, he is correct in his assumptions. The Japanese Law Enforcement could be arriving any minute now," Riddle affirmed, his words made Hermione feel on guard all of a sudden, noticing the long eye-contact being exchanged between him, Llyod Nott, Fabian Avery and Clifford Mulciber, followed by the brief movements of their hands around their wands.
Hermione also didn't miss the slight inflection in Riddle's words when he said, 'discretion' and 'minute now' in time with their silent interactions.
They are on to something... Hermione thought suspiciously, her eyes narrowing closely on their non-verbal cues.
Benjamin Lestrange was frowning at his companions. He was obviously left out of the loop as she was.
Do they know I am still here?... Or are they pretending that they can't sense me right here? Hermione wondered quietly, but the only way to confirm her suspicion was to test it, and for her to do it, would be a death sentence.
Still, Hermione needed to know.
So, sucking a lungful of breath and summoning every ounce of resolve within herself, Hermione stepped closer to Riddle's side and slowly sat down beside him, her body coiled tightly and ready to spring out of there at the best opportunity.
Other than the flutter of those dark sooty lashes of his, Riddle mostly appeared to be unaware of her proximity.
"There was certainly something that attacked us earlier in the onsen, but I'm not sure what it was," Riddle was saying to the others while they tried to solve the mystery that was her.
Hermione sighed in relief when she realized that the seven men hadn't figured out that she was still there.
"Do you reckon it's a ghost that is haunting us?" Edmund Rosier asked, catching Riddle's gaze for a few seconds.
Mad-Eye Moody had ingrain in her that she must noticed every minute detail of the enemy, and when she saw their short exchange, adrenaline instantly came rushing in her veins; ready to engage the enemy in combat.
"When one considers the amount of people you have killed, you all deserve to be haunted. I'm just surprised that no one has started it already," Hermione couldn't resist stating drily, and nervously. Testing them again.
No one heard her, of course.
Hermione had to let out another sigh.
"No, it isn't." was Riddle's cool response. "I believe it could be a poltergeist since it has the power to harm us. Even so, banishing it five times would not work unless we know its true name."
Hermione scooted a bit closer to him, still testing for any sign that he could sense her.
However, in her attempts to try to get Riddle's attention, she hadn't expected to nearly topple over him when she found out that her shoulder passed through him.
At the same time, Hermione missed the final exchange between Riddle and the other men.
Oh, fig it! She mentally cursed, noting how Riddle's shoulders tensed all of a sudden.
And then, with a sharp incline of his head, Riddle and the others disapparated, but only to appear a second later around the room, blocking every exit.
The low table and the cushions vanished from the straw flooring, leaving Hermione with an area clear of barricades.
"SEAL THE ROOM!" Riddle's voice was like a thunderclap in that confine quarters, which was now flooded with the men's suffocating and malicious magical aura.
Shite! It's a trap! was her panicked realization just as she shot up to her feet.
TO BE CONTINUED
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