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The Renegade	By : DarkWizardKiller Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Renegade � Chapter Four

It wasn�t difficult to find dark witches and wizards, the trouble was how to kill them and not get caught. Hermione Granger was not arrogant enough to think that no-one would notice or that everyone would look the other way so she had to devise some sort of strategy or plan to cover her tracks.

She came up with an idea. This idea involved a spell that she had seen the Ministry use so effectively during the Quidditch World Cup. It was the mind modification spell. It would prove effective in keeping her out of Azkaban�but there were obvious limitations. Learning the spell was uniquely difficult because, as she discovered through her research, people�s minds were quite different. Where a strong spell might be required for one, it may not be necessary for another. An example she saw was that the intensity level of the spell used on women may not work on men. Hermione had no problem overcoming that little glitch. She planed to maximize the spell irregardless of who she would be casting it on. It mattered little to her.

Another major limitation to the spell was that it had to be administered to one individual at a time. That simply would not due. She was going to have to figure out how to adapt the spell to work on any number of people at once. That would mean creating an entirely new spell�so�she set to work...

She and Neville spent day after day researching, testing, re-writing and re-testing until one afternoon, she thought that she had it. They sat down at the small table in the kitchen and recorded the spell and the proper method of casting it. To cast the spell, one had to hold a wand out in front of them and start drawing circles in the air with it, making the circles larger and larger, then say Conturbos Mentis! The more circles made, the stronger the spell. Done correctly and with enough time, one could effectively alter the memory of an entire legion of witches and wizards. Now all she had to do was test it�

Later that evening, Hermione was sitting in her favorite chair (Harry�s) concentrating on writing ideas and notes and Neville was lying on the couch reading the Daily Prophet. He was reading a story about a group of Muggle boys arrested for beating up an elderly wizard. The report said that the boys were members of something call a street gang. The reporter compared them to werewolves in the magical world because werewolves ran in packs and attacked people. Neville laughed to himself.

Werewolves, he thought, I doubt it. I don�t think Muggle street gangs eat their victims.

He looked to see who the git was who wrote the article. When he saw the by-line, he sat bolt upright so fast that it made Hermione look up from her notes with an annoyed look.

�You�ll never guess who�s writing for the Daily Prophet?� Neville got up and passed her the paper. Hermione took it and looked at the name. It was Colin Creevey.

�Bully for Colin,� she said as she handed the paper back to Neville without looking up from her notes.

�Well�I just thought it interesting to see someone we know�� but his voice trailed off because he knew she wasn�t listening. He sat back down on the couch, laid his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes. He didn�t feel much like reading any more. He quickly drifted off to sleep.

He had a dream about a gang of Muggle children chasing a werewolf down a city street. The werewolf was terrified, running as fast as it could but it found itself surrounded by snarling, slobbering little kids. They pounced on the quivering werewolf and ripped it to pieces. Neville woke with a jolt. He sat up to see Hermione still sitting in her chair but was staring out the window at the darkening sky. She had a weary, far away look in her eye.

�I have an idea!� He said excitedly.

�An idea about what Neville,� she asked without much interest.

�About how to keep the Ministry of Magic and the Aurors off you trail,� he said with a devilish grin.

Hermione sat up a bit straighter in her chair but her expression didn�t change much. She rolled her head to look at him sideways. Her long, golden brown trusses spilled over the arm of the chair as she flipped her bangs out of her face. She reached down and pulled her legs up onto the chair and under her.

It struck Neville that she suddenly looked like a teenager again for a moment, thinking about her Artimancy test or what to wear to Hogsmeade with Ron over the weekend. It was remarkable how their lives had been turned so upside-down, how darkness and death had shackled the hand of Fate. Hermione seemed to notice the sudden shift in his mood and his sad, thoughtful look.

�What�s the matter, Neville?� She asked in a rare moment of concern.

Her question surprised him to the point that he jumped a bit when she said it. He didn�t get the impression that she had asked him out of compassion or tenderness, or any emotion at all for that matter. What shocked him was the fact that she asked the question at all.

He wanted to tell her everything that was in his heart at that moment. He wanted to tell her that being in love with someone who didn�t love you back was like being a ghost, full of pain and emptiness. He wanted to tell her that he was willing to spend the rest of his life trying to repair the damage that was done to her spirit, even if it meant the he would have to pay a price, what ever that might be. He wanted to tell her that he was nothing without her�but what he wanted to tell her more than anything was the he thought she was wrong�taking a life in anger or hatred was not the answer. Killing would bring no-one back. Murder wouldn�t replace what was taken from her�but Neville knew that if he said any of those things to her, it would probably cost him his life, or at least a sever beating�so�after all that went through his mind in a mere moment�s time, the only thing he had the courage to say was�

�Oh�nothing...,� and he changed the subject��What if they thought it was a gang going after the Death Eaters instead of just one person,� he began. He waited to see her reaction. He could tell her razor sharp mind was working.

�Go on�� She said quietly.

�You see, we could feed false information to the Daily Prophet regarding the attacks. We could send anonymous letters from a non-existent group claiming responsibility for the killings.�

�Hmm,� Hermione said, �make people believe the murders of the Death Eaters were being conducted by a roving band of marauding vigilantes bent on wiping out everyone connected with Voldemort in retaliation for all the death and destruction they caused the wizarding world�yah�It�s got teeth. We would have to give the group a name, or something�you know, like�,� she thought hard for a moment, �the Order of the Phoenix or��

�Dumbledore�s Army�� Neville finished for her. He could have sworn he saw her wince when he said it. He braced himself for impact�but�she said nothing. She got up, stretched her sinewy form and looked around the den slowly, as if she was searching for something.

�It�s got to be a name that has�impact�something that people will remember. Something catchy,� she continued, still searching the room.

�What about�,� Neville started to say but she threw up a hand to silence him. She was on to something. She made her way across the room to a small table that contained her training weapons and equipment. She picked up her favorite small silver dagger and twirled it in her hands. She tapped the blade to her lips as she walked back to her chair and sat down.

Neville could see she was thinking hard. He suddenly realized he was holding his breath.

�I�ve got it,� she said finally, sinking into the chair. She drew back her arm and threw the dagger. It stuck in an old painting of Morris the Morose. The original History of Magic Professor at Hogwarts. If he hadn�t ducked a bit, it would have stuck him in the eye.

�Now see here young lady�,� Morris began to protest but in a blink Hermione conjured another dagger and it landed just below his third chin, �Well�I�never!� He stormed off out of the frame. Neville laughed until he was crying, because he knew just how the bloke felt.

�So what name did you think of?� He asked her still chuckling as he watched Morris peek around the frame of his portrait.

She looked at Neville right in the eye and said, �The Clan of the Dagger.� Hermione�s big brown eye sparkled as she said it. The rhinestones of the Jolly Roger on her eye patch glittered in the candle light. The hair on his arms and the back of his neck stood straight on end as an imaginary piece of ice slid down his spine.

�It�s perfect,� Neville said in a breathless voice. A vision of a clan of wizards riding dragons breathing fire across the sky filled his minds eye.

�I�ll leave the details of the letters to you,� she said as she got up and turned to go to her room, �I�ll take care of the rest.�

Neville nodded. Hermione stopped when she was beside the couch where he sat. She then did something that completely surprised him. She patted him on the shoulder and said, �Brilliant idea, Neville�well done,� She tugged his right earlobe gently and went to bed. His skin burned where she touched him. He closed his eyes and let the sensation was over him.

Neville sat there for another two hours, in total shock.
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