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The Renegade	By : DarkWizardKiller Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1644 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Renegade � Chapter Five

The time had come for Hermione to put her skills and knowledge to the test. She also wanted to test her new �mass memory modification spell� as well. She had thought about where she could go to do all this and, during dinner, she remembered the perfect place�

After she was done eating, she went into her room to get ready. Neville and Winky were cleaning up in the kitchen. As she slipped into her dragon hide clothes, she looked back on how much she had accomplished over the past few years. It seemed like only yesterday she was a frightened little Muggle girl trying to find her way in a world that was very much different than she was born into. She had to work twice as hard as any other �pure blood� to succeed�but she had. The prejudice, the teasing�many times she had asked herself if it was all worth it�but when she did�her mind would be flooded with the faces of her friends, Harry and Ron and Ginny and all the others that she had loved so much�and the answer was�yes, it was worth it�all of it.

Hermione looked at herself in the full-length mirror in the corner of her room. She was about to wage a solo campaign against a group of witches and wizards that would cut a persons throat or use the killing curse without a shred of remorse. She thought it was time they received a taste of their own potion�Once she began�there would be no turning back�and she couldn�t wait to get started�

She came out of her room and passed Neville without looking at him.

�Don�t wait up.� She said as she went out the front door and apparated with a loud �crack.�

When she arrived in Diagon Alley, she immediately headed to the far end of the alley. The sky was slowly growing dark as nighttime approached. She passed the dark, boarded up storefront of Fred and George�s �Weasley�s Wizard Wheezes� joke shop. They had been so successful. Harry, whose heart was as large as the magical world itself, gave them the money to get started. The memories only served to stir her anger and hatred. She felt heat rise up through the collar of her dragon hide shirt.

As she passed Flourish & Blotts, she made her way to Gringott�s and made the familiar left and headed toward her destination�Knockturn Alley. She pulled the hood of her cloak over her head and pulled it tight around her as she started to descend into the dark world she had never really been but now seemed to belong.

The only time she had ever found herself in Knockturn Alley was with Harry and Ron when they followed Draco Malfoy to Borgin & Burkes under the invisibility cloak. She had found the cloak in Harry�s old school trunk back at the cottage. She remembered she could smell him on it as if he were still in it. She could never bring herself to wear it because of that�besides�the time for hiding had long since past.

She had spent months training herself in the art of stealth. She practiced in the ancient art of the Ninja, the Mandarin Chinese assassins who could move through crowds of people virtually undetected. Their discipline was perfected centuries ago. The Mandarin were, after all, the parents of the modern magic they practiced those days.

As she made her way deeper into the darkening alley, she kept to the shadows�her head down slightly while watching everything around her intently. Every nerve in her body was alive�her senses sharp and alert to every movement and sound.

Dark, shabby and grubby witches and wizards milled about, going into and coming from shops and dark doorways around her as she passed Borgin & Burkes. Hermione made her way deeper, passing through what looked like an ancient archway that crossed a narrow part of the alley. The natural light was almost non-existent. Torches hung from the sides of the dark, grungy building that seemed to press in on the alley the further she went.

She saw a sign hanging above a doorway to what appeared to be the busiest place in the alley. It was called The Dragon�s Lair. The old wooden sign had a picture of a dragon painted on it, cracked and peeling. Every once in a while, a miniature flame would come from the nostrils of the dragon.

But what Hermione was more interested in was the tight group of five or six dark figures gathered just outside the place. As she walked passed them, she tried to tune her senses in on them so she could find out if any of them were Death Eaters. She slowed her pace a bit, being careful not to draw attention to herself. Luckily, no one seemed to notice she was there. She stopped just across from them in a shadowed corner of a building, watched and listened. She blended in like a chameleon.

She looked intently for a hint of the dark mark on any of their arms but could see none. She decided this would be a perfect spot to try her new Conturbos Mentis spell. As she readied herself to cast the spell, she saw several more wizards approaching the pub. She watched them as they passed under one of the torches above and instantly recognized one of the faces. It was Gregory Goyle, a Slytherin from her year at Hogwarts. She recognized the tall, blond stupid looking wizard as the one from Hogwarts�the one that was blasting curses in every direction�the night Albus Dumbledore was killed�she didn�t recognize the third wizard. Hermione could feel the heat rise in her face.

As she watched them, the other small group of wizards whispered and pointed. Some apparated and the rest seemed to evaporate into the darkness. Goyle and the other two men scowled at the scurrying wizards as the big, blond wizard grabbed the door handle to go in. The others acted as if they wanted nothing to do with the three approaching the pub.

Smart boys, Hermione thought.

As the three turned their backs to her, she silently slipped across the alley like a cat and snuck into the pub just as the door swung shut.

She would not only test her spell tonight, she would also rid the wizarding world of at least three lumps of filth.

As Goyle and the other two moved through the smoky haze, Hermione slipped into a chair at a table just inside the door. It was behind a large pillar, back in shadows. Not one in the place noticed her. She smiled her evil smirk.

As very young, pretty blond girl stepped into her line of view between her and Goyle. Hermione looked up at her angelic face and saw her eyes were glazed over in a daze. She had been Imperiused. She couldn�t have been more than 18 years old. She looked totally out of place.

�May I get you something to drink, ma�am?� She asked in a monotone voice.

�Sure�um�I�ll have a fire whiskey,� Hermione replied. As the girl turned away, Hermione caught her by the arm and added, �Bring the bottle.�

The girl bowed and was off to the next table.

Hermione watched the Goyle table. She also surveyed the rest of the situation. The place was relatively crowded. It was small, cramped and not much room to maneuver. A few witches and wizards came in and went out. Most just sat and drank.

The barmaid returned with her fire whiskey. Hermione pressed 10 galleons in the girls hand and poured a shot glass full. As soon as the whiskey hit the glass, it ignited. She picked up the shot glass, blew out the flame and threw back the shot with one gulp. It was the first time she had ever had the stuff. She half expected to start gagging and coughing but to her surprise, it tasted warm and spicy but smooth and soothing. She instantly felt a bit calmer.

She poured herself another shot and thought of how she was going to approach them. She couldn�t just stand up and start fighting. She had to do it low key, without being too obvious�

Hermione�s eye landed on the pretty barmaid as she went from table to table. As she stopped at a table, Hermione saw a fat, dirty wizard in a shabby cloak put his filthy hand on the girl�s bottom and squeeze. She didn�t even flinch. At another table, a skeletal wizard put his hand into her low cut top and squeezed one of her ample breasts as she bent over to set the drinks down. Hermione�s temper was increasing rapidly as she witnessed wizard after nasty wizard put their hands on her.

Finally, she figured it out�it was a perfect plan�If it worked, she would trade a life for a life.

Hermione waited until the girl appeared at her table again. Instead of letting her go, she ordered the girl to go to the restroom and to wait until she arrived. The girl obeyed without question. A short time later, Hermione went and joined her. As Hermione entered, the dazed girl was standing still, with her tray in her had�waiting. Hermione took the tray full of drinks and set it on the edge of a sink, pulled out her wand and tapped the girl on the head, muttering the counter curse. The girl�s eyes blinked as she came to her senses. Her eyes grew wide and her face wrinkled in fear as she looked at Hermione. She was about to scream bloody murder but Hermione had anticipated that and hit her with a Silencio spell. She then slapped the girl hard on the face.

�Get a grip on yourself,� Hermione said, �I�m trying to save your life��

The girl�s eyes filled with tears but she nodded her head that she understood.

�Now, I�m going to take the silencing spell off you,� Hermione told her, �If you scream you�ll bring instant death upon both up us, do you understand?�

The terrified girl nodded her head quickly. Hermione raised her wand again and the girl instantly asked, �Where am I?� in a shaky voice.

�Listen to me very carefully and you�ll live to see the sun rise,� Hermione said very fast, �you are in Knockturn Alley in a pub called The Dragon�s Lair. You�ve been under the Imperius Curse. This is what I want you to do. You are to wrap yourself up in my cloak, pull the hood low over your eyes. Keep your head down and go straight to the door. Do not stop�do not look around. Once out the door, turn to your left and run! Run as fast as you can and don�t stop until you get to Gringott�s bank.� Hermione grabbed her blouse and jerked her close to her face. �Do you understand?� She said roughly.

The girl nodded, on the verge of hysterics. Hermione wrapped the girl tightly in her cloak and pulled the hood over her head. She spun the girl to face the door�

�One last thing,� Hermione added, whispering in the girl�s ear, �You never saw me, do you hear. If you ever mention seeing me to anyone, I will hunt you down and kill you�I�ll kill your whole family�I�ll erase your very existence from this world�have I made myself clear?�

�Now remember,� Hermione warned her again, �Don�t stop�ready?�

The girl nodded again as Hermione slowly opened the bathroom door...She was off... Hermione closed the door to a crack and watched her make her way across the bar. To her relief, the girl did as she was told. She watched until she saw the hem of her cloak disappear through the threshold. No one noticed. Hermione heard a half-drunk wizard shout, �Ey barkeep, wersh me whishky mate?�

Grumbles from some of the others followed.

Hermione picked up the tray, took a deep, cleansing breath, pulled the door open and walked out into the crowded bar. As she sauntered toward the table Goyle and the others were sitting at, the bar went completely silent. Every eye in the place fell on her sensual form. Her evil, crooked smirk played on her face as she heard whispers of �wow� and low whistles. Her eyes never left Goyle�s table. She put the tray of drinks on the table next to them.

�Enjoy gentlemen,� she whispered as sexily as she knew how, �it�s on me.�

She grabbed an empty chair, spun it around and slid slowly down into it, spreading her legs wide as she sat down.

�Hello boys,� she said teasingly, �care for some company?�

Hermione instantly determined the unidentified wizard must be Gregory�s father. He had the same square block head and blank look. As Hermione surveyed the table, the big blond was drooling stupidly as his eyes went up and down Hermione�s dragon hide clad body. She couldn�t wait to watch them bleed.

�My...my you are a tasty looking tart,� the older Goyle said. He leaned forward and slid his thick fat right hand inside Hermione�s shirt and squeezed her left breast as he came close to her. Hermione pressed her chest into his palm and moaned seductively. She turned to the younger Goyle whose eyes were glued to his father�s hand, his mouth gaping.

Come on, idiot, look at my face! She waited.

As Gregory Goyle�s eyes traveled slowly up to Hermione�s face, the look of comprehension crossed his beady eyes as he realized who she was. It was the moment Hermione was waiting for�

She turned back to the older Goyle and whispered close to his face.

�I have as message for you��

�And what might that be love,� He said in a breathless voice still squeezing her left breast. Gregory pointed at her and started to splutter, �It�s�that�s�

�It�s from Voldemort.� She said into his lips.

Goyle froze�he saw Hermione�s face turn suddenly to horrible rage. She grabbed his left arm, slammed it palm up on the table.

�He wants you to join him tonight,� Hermione stood up and slammed a silver dagger through his forearm, through the dark mark and right through the thick wooden top of the table. There was a few seconds before any of them realized what was happening. In that short time, the elder Goyle started to scream and clutched at his impaled arm. Hermione hit the big stupid blond wizard with an adrenalin charged Expelliarmus spell. He was blasted right out of his seat and went completely through the wall behind the table. Then she turned and hit Gregory in the face with a powerful backhand. Her dragon hide covered metal wrist band crushed his nose. Blood exploded all over the table.

No-one moved�many didn�t dare breathe.

Hermione was possessed. She grabbed the screaming older Goyle�s head by the hair�

�Oh, do shut up,� she put a hand under his chin, twisted and broke his neck with a sickening crunch. His limp body slumped forward, his forearm still pinned to the table. A frothy slime oozed from his dead mouth. She moved over to stand behind Gregory. He was laying unconscious splayed across the table. Blood from his nose and his father�s forearm was dripping on the floor. She conjured another dagger.

�This is from Harry,� she said as she plunged the dagger through the back of his neck and pinned him to the table, just like his father. He writhed and twitched, gasping for air. She watched with satisfaction as the twitching stopped.

As she turned around to face the temple-quiet crowd, she performed her Conturbos Mentis spell. As she spun her wand in ever-widening circles, a bright green bubble of bright light expanded outward and encompassed the entire pub. When the light extinguished, the pub patrons were looking around quite confused, muttering and blinking their eyes. No one seemed to know what was going on.

Hermione grabbed the bottle of fire whiskey and apparated back to the cottage with a snap�
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