Here we go with Chapter three. I really hope that you're enjoying this story so far. I know I've got a lot planned for it, and I hope you'll stick with reading it. I know the last two chapters were a little boring, but it's backstory and very important to the plot. There's a little more action in this chapter: a big argument, an introduction to our antagonist, and some general evilness. So, there's more substance. Also there is a mini battle scene in the next chapter. Give you all some action to tide you over until the big ones.
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Carys decided that their best bet for getting the answers that they needed was to make the interviews as official as possible. That meant she and Sebastian wore their Auror robes, and Noah wore Sebastian's spare robes. There was a small badge stating that they were in training, but a quick charm from Carys hid those and made it look as if they were all fully trained and capable Aurors.
"Okay, the first person on our list is Desdemona's ex husband. His name is Phillip Knightley." Carys reached for Sebastian's hand and Noah's hand. "Let's go together. That way if we don't make it since we've never seen this place, we'll all at least be together."
Sebastian nodded. "On three then. One, two, three."
With a loud crack, they all disappeared. Less than a second later they reappeared in a yard. Carys consulted the nearest street sign. "We're a block off. Come on then, let's go."
She led them up the street and down a driveway. Lifting her hand, she rapped smartly on the door. Ten seconds later, a man wearing black robes and carrying a wand opened the door. Carys could practically smell the dark magic.
"I don't talk to Aurors."
Carys decided that she had the best chance of getting them into the house. "Mr. Knightley, we aren't here to question you. We're looking for your ex wife, Desdemona. We want to question her in regard to an ongoing investigation. We're simply contacting people who may be able to give us a place to start with our search."
Phillip wasn't entirely convinced, but he didn't shut the door their faces either, which was a plus. "What do you want to know?"
"Do you have any idea where she might be?" Sebastian asked, scribbling on a piece of parchment.
"If I did, do you think I'd tell you?" he turned to go inside, but Carys' hand shot out, grabbed the door.
"Mr. Knightley, allow me to introduce myself. I am Carys Malfoy." She smiled saccharinely. "You worked with my grandfather, I believe. Trust me when I say that I would not be here unless it was completely necessary, and that I will not take kindly to having a door shut in my face when I've traveled across the world to see you. My friends here are Sebastian Potter and Noah Weasley."
Knightley wasn't stupid enough not to recognize the parentage of the three teenagers. He glared at them, scared to do anything more. "What do you want?"
"We want to know about your wife."
"I don't know where she is. I haven't seen her in twenty years. Not since-" he cut himself off, mentally cursing himself for starting to give that away.
"Not since what, Mr. Knightley?" Sebastian asked, tapping his wand against his palm.
"Not since your grandparents came back. We were both called to a meeting right after that. I haven't seen her since then. I have no idea where she is."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Positive."
Carys nodded. "All right then. Thank you very much for your time. I won't tell you to remain available in case we have more questions, because I know as soon as we leave that you're going to start packing, but I will tell you that if I find out you're lying to us, I'll find you."
Phillip ran into the house and Carys turned to her friends. Sebastian looked at the door a moment longer, very unsure that the man had given them anything useful. "Carys-"
"Shut up, Sebastian." She gripped his hand, and Noah's hand and Apparated, dragging them along with her. The next thing they saw was their apartment. "He's lying through his teeth. He may not have seen her in twenty years, that wouldn't surprise me. But he knows where she is, and what she's up to. I'll tell you that much right now."
"Then why did we leave?" Noah demanded, stalking to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water. "There are three of us and one of him. We had him exactly where we wanted him to be."
"And it would have done us no good." Carys said reasonably. "We got what we wanted, Noah. He knows exactly who we are, and if I pegged him right, which I'm sure I did, he's telling someone important exactly what we wanted and what we're up to right now."
Sebastian growled in exasperation. "How is that a good thing, Carys? We don't want them to know what we're up to!" he slammed his bottle of Butterbeer down onto the counter. "If they know who we are and what we're up to and what we want, then that puts us at risk, and vulnerable to attack."
"And we won't gain any knowledge by playing it safe. We have to take risks. You knew that, Sebastian. And so did you, Noah. This isn't a game, guys. We have to take risks, and we have to let them know that we know what's going on."
"Why the hell do we have to do that?" Sebastian demanded. "There is nothing wrong with staying anonymous for a while. If he scampers back to Desdemona and tells her about us investigating, then we're in even more danger."
"It's a calculated risk."
"One that you didn't consult either of us on." Noah said, flopping angrily onto the couch. "Carys, are we in this together?"
Carys' head snapped up. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Yes or no. Are we in this together, or are we Carys Laine Malfoy's sidekicks?"
"We're in this together, Noah. You know that." Carys wasn't liking the way the conversation was going.
"Then stop acting like this is the Carys show, and start following the plan we decided on before we went to see this guy. Why is it so important to you that we set ourselves up to be attacked? We're eighteen, Carys, we just got licensed. We aren't experienced wizards yet. If this guy, or chick, or whoever the bloody hell it is comes after us, than we're royally screwed."
Carys' face was turning red, displaying signs of the infamous Weasley temper. "And our parents brought down Voldemort when they were our age! They'd been fighting him for years! And we've sat around waiting patiently for the day that we could take over the fight. That we could be the ones to battle the Death Eaters, to do what they did, what they raised us to do."
Sebastian thought he was beginning to understand. "Carys, our parents don't want us to fight Death Eaters. They want us to grow up, have jobs, get married, have kids, and live our lives."
"Your parents started fighting Voldemort when they were eleven!" Carys roared. "Eleven! All my life Mom and Dad have said just wait until you're older, then you can help. I've sat and watched them keep the world safe. Watched them research and plan and defeat Death Eaters."
"And so have we." Sebastian laid a hand on Carys' arm. "Carys, you don't have to prove yourself to anyone."
"Yes, I do. It's different for the two of you. Generations of good witches and wizards, not a hint of darkness in your blood. My grandparents were the most evil people of their time! Dad has to prove himself every day. Every day he has to prove that he isn't like them. And so do I. Except I haven't been able to yet. I've had to wait, and wait, and wait until someone says `okay, Carys, it's your turn. Go do it now. Show the world that you are nothing like them.' No one's said that, Sebastian. Ever. So I said it. It's my turn. And I have to show the world that I'm not like them."
Noah nodded. "The same way we have to prove we're as good as our parents."
Carys nodded. "I'm sorry I did that without asking you guys."
Noah shrugged in a way so much like his father it was scary. "No harm done. We'll get through it." He grinned. "That's how our parents did it, isn't it? Working together."
Carys nodded. "We'll do it together."
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The room was dark. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought that the room was empty. But against one wall was a chair, which resembled a throne. And one woman, strikingly beautiful, and very young, resided upon it. Her hair was long and thick, glossy black and shining even in the dark. Her eyes glowed icy blue, framed by long thick lashes. Her face was sharp angles and blatant sexuality. Her body much the same. Perfect.
She lifted one hand and the door to the chamber opened. A man walked in, more than twice her age. "My Lord."
The woman gestured to a plain aluminum folding chair. "Sit. Tell me what it is you know."
Phillip Knightley sat. "My Queen, I was visited today by three Aurors."
"Aurors? What could Aurors possibly want with you?"
"To ask me about Desdemona."
"And what did you tell them?"
"Nothing. That I hadn't seen her in two decades; that I didn't know where she is. Not since the meeting after the Potters were released."
The woman considered. "Who were they?"
"Carys Malfoy, Sebastian Potter, and Noah Weasley."
"Really? How…predictable. They will be easily subdued." She rose from her chair, glided across the room in a billowing of black robes and blood red cloak. "I trust, Knightley, that you will be very easy to find should they have any other questions for you. The last thing we want is for them to believe you went running to your master like the scared little weasel you are."
"Yes, my Queen."
"Very good. Leave me now." She waved a hand and the door opened again. Once Phillip had gone, she walked into the hallway, spoke to the man in front of the door. "Dispatch a team. I want Malfoy, Potter and Weasley taken care of. Quickly, and quietly."
"Yes, my Queen."
"Good. Oh, and Parkinson, don't let their parents find out immediately. I don't want the first generation of self-made heroes in on this too soon. And get me Desdemona. If they think she's the one in charge of this, we're just going to let them keep thinking that as long as we can." She laughed. "The woman's expendable. She'll have to be sacrificed. Greater evil, and all."
"Yes, my Queen."
"Very well. You may go now. And I don't want them killed, Parkinson. They could make this interesting. And besides, overcoming an obstacle such as the children of the five greatest warriors in their generation makes me that much harder to stand up to. Hurt them. Let them know that I know what they're up to. That'll make for even more fun."
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