Chapter One: Ten Years Later...
Chapter Two: Hero and Demon
Chapter Three: Dark Indulgences
Nott Manor while grandiose in appearance was also quite dark and foreboding, the place looked more like a medieval stronghold than an old manor home.
Whereas many old pureblood families tried to impress with riches and splendor- such as the Malfoy, Longbottom and Greengrass families, others sought to do so through intimidation. Among these families were the Blacks, Bones, Lestranges and Notts.
Of course not all families continued to adhere strictly to their families’ original values as they grew and intermarried with other families.
Longbottom Manor, for instance, while still as wondrous as when it had first been built, showed influences from the Black and Nott Families, giving the manor an aura of hidden dangers. Bones Manor, on the other hand, before it had been destroyed by Voldemort, had undergone much more drastic renovations and had reflected styles traditionally more reminiscent of the Potter, Greengrass and Abbott families- turning away from their ‘dark’ roots over the centuries. Still, many a Death Eater had been felled by the Bones Manor defenses alone, not to mention that Amelia Bones was not one to be trifled with, before Voldemort stepped in and obliterated both the Manor and the woman who resided there. It was only luck on Susan Bones’ part that she’d been staying with the Abbotts for the week when her Aunt had been slaughtered like some wild animal.
Many an ancestor of the Black Family would be spinning in their graves if they could see their Ancestral Home in the modern age- given the large amount of Dwarven and Muggle influence that could be seen throughout the interior of the house. However, even the most ardent purist and traditionalist would be impressed, even if they wouldn’t admit it, by the amount of work the current owner put into upgrading the house’s defenses. While the house was nearly completely devoid of anything resembling the Black Family’s long and storied heritage, the house, at least in spirit, was still a Black Family icon just waiting for some foolish sod to try and infiltrate its defenses, whether by force or guile.
Never-the-less, the Nott Family, even before they were Death Eaters and ardent followers of Voldemort, had a long and storied history of ruthlessness and intimidation, matched only by the all but extinct Rosier family and the nearly defunct Black Family. Despite the families somewhat bloodthirsty reputation and dark leanings- or perhaps even because of it- Anastasia Nott was quite at home in this place.
Anastasia Nott, formerly Van Ryn, was a wealthy and beautiful pureblood graduate of Durstrange only a year younger than her husband. She had silky golden hair and piercing icy blue eyes and prided herself on being the perfect pureblood wife, having been betrothed to Theodore since they were small children. She stood at his arm, dutifully and silent, observing everything around them and only giving input whenever directly asked. However, even though she was the Mistress of the Manor, she still couldn’t help but feel insignificant in the presence of some of her husband’s associates.
Natasha Zabini, in particular, was one that Anastasia steered clear of. The woman was “Slytherin†to the core, ambitious and cunning- eighteen husbands in all, each having left her with a sizable inheritance. Within the walls of the secret meeting room they were in, she was referred to as Black Widow, for obvious reasons. The Zabinis were a Matriarchal Family that originated in Italy that had migrated to England some three hundred years prior and they had been careful to not lose their name or identity in all that time. Though the family could hardly be attributed to any major event or magical breakthrough, they still held quite a bit of influence- mostly due to their cunning ruthlessness and overwhelming wealth.
Only Potter, Weasley and Malfoy in Theodore’s year had comparable fortunes.
Daphne Greengrass, also known as Metus, was another one to not be trifled with. Hers was a name well-earned as she seemed to instantly intimidate most everyone who knew of the woman’s true nature. That she had observed, only Draco and Astoria Malfoy and Natasha Zabini had not seemed to wilt by her mere presence. Even her Theodore was intimidated by his former classmate and it wasn't hard to see why either. The woman was not only deadly and cunning, but she was also ruthless and vindictive. Though Anastasia had never personally witnesses such acts, it was said that those Lady Metus wished dead begged for it if their minds weren't already completely broken by then.
The Nott family matriarch could only shudder if someone like Daphne Greengrass had been under the employ of the Dark Lord all those years ago.
And then there was the one whom many would have found the least intimidating. Antares Hippos, who went by the moniker Lazarus, was a moderately wealthy Head of House for a minor pureblood family that was thought to be extinct almost half a century ago. With him was his business partner and muscle Gregory Goyle. They had the least amount of resources and influence within the Cabal, despite pooling their resources together, not to mention Hippos was too new to the game and Goyle, like his father and his father's father had the longstanding reputation of having the intelligence of an ape.
Still... Something about them seemed off to Anastasia, though she couldn't point out any one thing. There was something unidentifiable about them that rang false, though Theodore assured her she was likely seeing things that weren't there- especially where Goyle was concerned. She didn't find THAT likely either, but acceded to her husbands confidence that everything was as it seemed. Still, she kept a close eye on them, something that both Hippos and Goyle were either oblivious to or unconcerned about- she could never decide.
Eventine Rosier, also known as Atrocitus, was one to watch out for, though not through any sort of cunning or guile that he possessed. Sure, like other purebloods, he'd been trained from birth in the art of politics, back room deals and double crosses, he simply didn't have the head for it. He was a brute, a ruthlessly efficient brute, but still a simple minded neanderthal when it came down to it. It was he, along with Violet Yaxley, that ran the protection and enforcement operations of The Cabal. He kept the men in line and that their clients paid on time, while Violet kept track of the day to day operations.
Violet Yaxley, AKA Vanité, was Rosier's exact opposite. Whereas Rosier was a large man with heavy musculature, and had the look of a common thug who came into a lot of money, Violet Yaxley was a small petite woman of great beauty. Unlike Natasha or Daphne, and to a lesser extent, Anastasia herself, whose beauty came naturally, Violet's beauty mostly came from cosmetics and whatever procedures she'd had done to enhance her beauty.
Her Cabal name was aptly chosen.
However, vain she might be, however, Anastasia could not ignore the fact that the Beauxbatons Alumnus was extremely intelligent as well as extremely manipulative- after all she could keep Eventine in check though Anastasia had suspicions that the two were sleeping together. Still Violet was quick to cut her losses if need be. The woman was the type who would shake your hand and give you pretty smiles all while plotting what to do with the dagger she had hidden in her other hand.
Despite how well Rosier and Yaxley worked together, Anastasia ranked them as medium level threats both separately and together. They did not possess the level of cunning that Natasha Zabini had, nor did they have Daphne's prodigious magical skill and power or Antares' mystique. While ten years ago the two would have made a powerhouse team that most would have been reluctant to face, they were easily exploited in this day and age, though one had to be wary when maneuvering against them. They were, after all, formidable in their own rights.
The one that put Anastasia Nott the most on edge however, was the sixth member of the Cabal, the one who'd taken the moniker Janus- the leading healer of Azkaban who mostly specialized in the mind arts, Hugo Strange.
Whenever she was in his presence, Lady Nott would always double and triple check her occulmency shields to make sure they were firmly in place, but still could not get over the feeling that he could see right through her into her very being. In her mind, he was the most dangerous of her husband's associates. While Theodore agreed that he was a potential major threat, he was thoroughly convinced that Lady Greengrass was still a much bigger one.
Hugo was an observer with genius level intellect and Anastasia had little doubts that the German Healer could get into the mind of someone without the use of legilimency. He always seemed to be at least seven steps ahead of anyone he encountered, though Lady Nott suspected it was more like twelve. He always gave the hint that he seemed to know more than he let on- he was always calm and collected, looking through actions to see motivations.
Anastasia suspected he might actually know the identity of the Wizard, but was withholding the information. Why, she couldn't be certain, but she felt that he did and if he did not, he was close to figuring it out. She never voiced this to her husband, however, because she lacked the proof and the reasoning for her intuitive suspicions. While the thoughts and motivations of the others could be hard to predict, Anastasia could make a reasonable guess through simple observation. Unfortunately, the likes of Strange, who was an enigma to even the most brilliant of observationists, was beyond even her ability to read.
And last but not least was Nicomedes, her Theodore, the reigning Magister of the Cabal. He'd been quick to snatch up his father's power base and assets putting as much in his name before the so called “Champions of the Light†began demanding reparations from Death Eater families. It was her Theo that managed to lead them through those dark times when the Ministry was cleaning house and ridding itself of corruption- not that they were entirely successful.
Anastasia didn't know all the details, nor did she want to, but she knew that the fall of the Dark Lord had been a trying time for all those of the Cabal, which is why the Malfoy family had been expelled from their organization. Lucius' close association with Voldemort had nearly led not only his own family, but the Cabal into ruin. While Draco Malfoy was doing his best to not let the Malfoy name fall into disgraced obscurity, her Theodore, Natasha Zabini and Deckard Greengrass had been hard at work stabilizing the Wizarding World in such a way that they would be able to take up the reigns of power once more- only THEY would be the leaders of the new tomorrow, not just the financiers and shadow council for whatever Dark Lord decided to revolutionize the Wizarding World as they had done under the reign of Magister Malfoy.
And now was the time for their golden age, only it was not without complications.
Losing the Malfoy money had been a huge financial blow to the Cabal. Anastasia wasn't sure how Lady Metus had done it, but her securing the unofficial aid of Draco Malfoy and MagiCorp was a great boon for them. However there were still stumbling blocks- actual honest people in positions of political power, namely Minister Shacklebolt and Director Granger and those in their inner circles like Malcolm Robards and Phillip Coulson.
Honest and incorruptible. Idealists who were in for a rude awakening because they refused to adhere to the way things were supposed to work.
And then there was Unspeakable Waller... Another person Madame Nott was wary of. The woman had schemes within schemes, wrapped up in plans, surrounded by enigmas and intrigues and capped off with several contingencies. While the woman could be reasonable at times, it was only if the situation benefited her in some significant, but incomprehensible way. The woman was a ruthless planner and schemer- something Anastasia Nott could both respect and revile, as she was much the same way, only where as Lady Nott worked for the betterment of her husband and his ambitions, Waller had her own hidden agendas.
The one thing that troubled Anastasia Nott the most these days, however, was Harry Potter. Sure, The Wizard was a threat to them, but he was a somewhat known quantity- as known as he could be at any rate. It would only be a matter of time before they caught the would be vigilante and exacted their revenge.
Potter though...
Theodore didn't seem too intimidated and neither did Lady Greengrass nor Lady Zabini- though Anastasia had noticed that both Hippos and Goyle seemed to be paying as much attention to the Potter scion as she was. He was a wild card- a boy who faced the Dark Lord on multiple occasions, who took a squib of a boy and turned him into a formidable wizard when all others- his own family included- had given up on him. His death at the hands of Voldemort had not broken the Hogwarts resistance, only strengthened them and his resurrection had only spurred them on further. It was also on his word that the Malfoy Family got off fairly light when the judiciary hearings finally got around to prosecuting Death Eaters and Death Eater Sympathizers.
Only time would tell what affect Potter would have on the Greengrass-Malfoy dynamic.
While she would accept that Harry Potter was lucky- EXTREMELY lucky at that, she knew that all the luck in the world would not wholly account for his victories and accomplishments. Adding to the fact that Potter had been gone and out of the public eye for a decade, she knew that Potter could not and should not be discounted so easily. She only hoped that Theodore's arrogance and that of his allies wouldn't bite them later.
And so here they were, the members of The Cabal: Nicomedes, Black Widow, Metus, Lazarus, Janus, Atrocitus, and Vanité- seven in all, meeting to discuss recent events. Anastasia noted, as she stood at her husband's side, that Gregory Goyle had accompanied Lord Lazarus- as was the norm- and that Healer Young had accompanied Lord Janus on this particular occasion. Lady Vanité had a small cadre of men with her- likely her flavors of the month (or week if Anastasia was feeling particularly catty towards the woman) and Lord Atrocitus had a pair of body guards with him. Only Lady Widow and Lady Metus had come unaccompanied- which was normal for them, for they didn't trust anyone, not even those closest to them who were charged with their protection.
“We need to catch this vigilante,†Lady Vanité exclaimed, almost snarling. The sultry smirk that usually adorned her face was missing- in its' place was an expression of rage. “We've lost twenty six percent of our overall revenue in the last month.â€
“The situation is being handled,†Lord Nicomedes replied sternly.
“With absolutely no results,†Vanité shot back, her voice almost literally oozing in contempt.
“Perhaps you'd like to try?†Lady Metus suggested in a cool tone and a raised eyebrow. Vanité did not make a rebuttal, but her expression all but said she wasn't backing down from her stance on the matter. “After all, if you believe yourself that much more capable, I implore you to try.â€
Vanité still didn't say anything.
It was well known that Violet Yaxley did not have many combat ready men under her command except the occasional assassin and her protection detail. She also wasn't the most accomplished magician of the lot either and was widely considered to be the weakest in magical power and skill within The Cabal. What she was good at was numbers. Not only did she run her own operations, but those of Lord Atrocitus, who couldn't be bothered, and she, or one of her trusted associates, often brokered deals between the leadership and various factions that worked for or with The Cabal.
“Unless you have something useful to say, keep silent,†Greengrass rebuked. Vanité looked like she wanted to do nothing more than draw her wand on the Lady of Dread, but refrained from doing so.
“Metus...†Nicomedes warned, trying to mediate between the two women. Anastasia's eyes narrowed as Greengrass sneered at her husband.
“Vanité does bring up a fair point,†Lazarus interjected. “What progress is actually being made. Shipments lost, more and more of our men being rounded up by the Aurors... Let's not forget your botched hit on the Director.â€
“Yes...†Nicomedes agreed. “Papa Khan was less than pleased by the loss of manpower. Jessup and McMurphy were among his best men. You have put is in a precarious position with the Khans, Metus.â€
“I'm not worried. I shall deal with Papa Khan, should he try to back out of our arrangement,†Metus calmly assured them. “I already have contingencies in place.â€
Anastasia noticed her husband's shocked expression, though it only lasted a brief moment. She also was well aware of the fact that the others had also noticed. The Khans were his domain, after all, and neither she nor Theodore relished the thought that Daphne was ready to seize a part of his 'territory'.
Anastasia also took note of the other's reactions.
Both Lord Atrocitus and Lady Vanité were both unsettled by the revelation, but likely only because they weren't able to make such a power play. Black Widow simply gave Daphne an appraising look, as if simply to say 'well played'. Lord Lazarus had no outward reaction and neither did Lord Janus.
“Why wasn't I informed of this?†Theodore asked heatedly.
“Should you have been?†Daphne asked mockingly. “You're more useless than my Darling Brother. Thugs like the Khans should be our underlings, not our partners. I keep my own council, Nott, never forget that.â€
Theodore bristled at the use of his name, rather than his alias. It was only due to Anastasia placing a calming hand on his shoulder that stopped him from physically or magically lashing out.
Lord Janus chuckled in amusement.
“Khans aside, what of the entity calling itself 'The Wizard'?†Lord Lazarus interjected.
Lady Metus actually scowled at the mention of the magi-vigilante. “He's been greatly underestimated. Either he is a wizard the likes not seen since Merlin or he possesses MagiTech on par with anything produced by MagiCorp or the Gnomish Union. I'm inclined to think it is the latter. If so, his use of hyper-advanced MagiTech points to him being an operative of the GU. However, if he is one of theirs, no one but the highest echelons of their government know who he is.â€
“A contact of mine within the Auror Corps says that our vigilante may have ties to the Dwarven Republics,†Lady Widow informed them.
“That doesn't narrow it down much, most freelance specialists have ties to the Republics,†Lord Janus pointed out. “And Nightingales, while often extremely loyal to the GU, are not exempted from this. More than one either came from or defected to the DR in the past.â€
“True, but how many of these specialists are in or around the United Kingdom?†asked Black Widow. “That should narrow down the list of possible suspects, even if this vigilante is a group of wizards as opposed to only being one man.â€
“What is being done in regards to either capturing or killing this vigilante?†Lord Janus asked.
Daphne grinned ferally and coyly replied. “Just something Darling Draco came up with.â€
Theodore frowned. “Don't screw this up, Metus. MagiCorp is under enough scrutiny due to Malfoy's past criminal history without our interferences. Nothing can be traced back to us, is that understood?â€
Lady Metus scoffed at the Lord Magister. “I am no amateur. Everything that I have done has been for the betterment of the Wizarding World and our organization. Even the loss of the Khans at the Director's home was a calculated risk that was not without reward.â€
“What do you mean?†Lord Lazarus asked concernedly.
Daphne then simply smirked.
Chapter Two: Hero and Demon
Chapter Three: Dark Indulgences
Nott Manor while grandiose in appearance was also quite dark and foreboding, the place looked more like a medieval stronghold than an old manor home.
Whereas many old pureblood families tried to impress with riches and splendor- such as the Malfoy, Longbottom and Greengrass families, others sought to do so through intimidation. Among these families were the Blacks, Bones, Lestranges and Notts.
Of course not all families continued to adhere strictly to their families’ original values as they grew and intermarried with other families.
Longbottom Manor, for instance, while still as wondrous as when it had first been built, showed influences from the Black and Nott Families, giving the manor an aura of hidden dangers. Bones Manor, on the other hand, before it had been destroyed by Voldemort, had undergone much more drastic renovations and had reflected styles traditionally more reminiscent of the Potter, Greengrass and Abbott families- turning away from their ‘dark’ roots over the centuries. Still, many a Death Eater had been felled by the Bones Manor defenses alone, not to mention that Amelia Bones was not one to be trifled with, before Voldemort stepped in and obliterated both the Manor and the woman who resided there. It was only luck on Susan Bones’ part that she’d been staying with the Abbotts for the week when her Aunt had been slaughtered like some wild animal.
Many an ancestor of the Black Family would be spinning in their graves if they could see their Ancestral Home in the modern age- given the large amount of Dwarven and Muggle influence that could be seen throughout the interior of the house. However, even the most ardent purist and traditionalist would be impressed, even if they wouldn’t admit it, by the amount of work the current owner put into upgrading the house’s defenses. While the house was nearly completely devoid of anything resembling the Black Family’s long and storied heritage, the house, at least in spirit, was still a Black Family icon just waiting for some foolish sod to try and infiltrate its defenses, whether by force or guile.
Never-the-less, the Nott Family, even before they were Death Eaters and ardent followers of Voldemort, had a long and storied history of ruthlessness and intimidation, matched only by the all but extinct Rosier family and the nearly defunct Black Family. Despite the families somewhat bloodthirsty reputation and dark leanings- or perhaps even because of it- Anastasia Nott was quite at home in this place.
Anastasia Nott, formerly Van Ryn, was a wealthy and beautiful pureblood graduate of Durstrange only a year younger than her husband. She had silky golden hair and piercing icy blue eyes and prided herself on being the perfect pureblood wife, having been betrothed to Theodore since they were small children. She stood at his arm, dutifully and silent, observing everything around them and only giving input whenever directly asked. However, even though she was the Mistress of the Manor, she still couldn’t help but feel insignificant in the presence of some of her husband’s associates.
Natasha Zabini, in particular, was one that Anastasia steered clear of. The woman was “Slytherin†to the core, ambitious and cunning- eighteen husbands in all, each having left her with a sizable inheritance. Within the walls of the secret meeting room they were in, she was referred to as Black Widow, for obvious reasons. The Zabinis were a Matriarchal Family that originated in Italy that had migrated to England some three hundred years prior and they had been careful to not lose their name or identity in all that time. Though the family could hardly be attributed to any major event or magical breakthrough, they still held quite a bit of influence- mostly due to their cunning ruthlessness and overwhelming wealth.
Only Potter, Weasley and Malfoy in Theodore’s year had comparable fortunes.
Daphne Greengrass, also known as Metus, was another one to not be trifled with. Hers was a name well-earned as she seemed to instantly intimidate most everyone who knew of the woman’s true nature. That she had observed, only Draco and Astoria Malfoy and Natasha Zabini had not seemed to wilt by her mere presence. Even her Theodore was intimidated by his former classmate and it wasn't hard to see why either. The woman was not only deadly and cunning, but she was also ruthless and vindictive. Though Anastasia had never personally witnesses such acts, it was said that those Lady Metus wished dead begged for it if their minds weren't already completely broken by then.
The Nott family matriarch could only shudder if someone like Daphne Greengrass had been under the employ of the Dark Lord all those years ago.
And then there was the one whom many would have found the least intimidating. Antares Hippos, who went by the moniker Lazarus, was a moderately wealthy Head of House for a minor pureblood family that was thought to be extinct almost half a century ago. With him was his business partner and muscle Gregory Goyle. They had the least amount of resources and influence within the Cabal, despite pooling their resources together, not to mention Hippos was too new to the game and Goyle, like his father and his father's father had the longstanding reputation of having the intelligence of an ape.
Still... Something about them seemed off to Anastasia, though she couldn't point out any one thing. There was something unidentifiable about them that rang false, though Theodore assured her she was likely seeing things that weren't there- especially where Goyle was concerned. She didn't find THAT likely either, but acceded to her husbands confidence that everything was as it seemed. Still, she kept a close eye on them, something that both Hippos and Goyle were either oblivious to or unconcerned about- she could never decide.
Eventine Rosier, also known as Atrocitus, was one to watch out for, though not through any sort of cunning or guile that he possessed. Sure, like other purebloods, he'd been trained from birth in the art of politics, back room deals and double crosses, he simply didn't have the head for it. He was a brute, a ruthlessly efficient brute, but still a simple minded neanderthal when it came down to it. It was he, along with Violet Yaxley, that ran the protection and enforcement operations of The Cabal. He kept the men in line and that their clients paid on time, while Violet kept track of the day to day operations.
Violet Yaxley, AKA Vanité, was Rosier's exact opposite. Whereas Rosier was a large man with heavy musculature, and had the look of a common thug who came into a lot of money, Violet Yaxley was a small petite woman of great beauty. Unlike Natasha or Daphne, and to a lesser extent, Anastasia herself, whose beauty came naturally, Violet's beauty mostly came from cosmetics and whatever procedures she'd had done to enhance her beauty.
Her Cabal name was aptly chosen.
However, vain she might be, however, Anastasia could not ignore the fact that the Beauxbatons Alumnus was extremely intelligent as well as extremely manipulative- after all she could keep Eventine in check though Anastasia had suspicions that the two were sleeping together. Still Violet was quick to cut her losses if need be. The woman was the type who would shake your hand and give you pretty smiles all while plotting what to do with the dagger she had hidden in her other hand.
Despite how well Rosier and Yaxley worked together, Anastasia ranked them as medium level threats both separately and together. They did not possess the level of cunning that Natasha Zabini had, nor did they have Daphne's prodigious magical skill and power or Antares' mystique. While ten years ago the two would have made a powerhouse team that most would have been reluctant to face, they were easily exploited in this day and age, though one had to be wary when maneuvering against them. They were, after all, formidable in their own rights.
The one that put Anastasia Nott the most on edge however, was the sixth member of the Cabal, the one who'd taken the moniker Janus- the leading healer of Azkaban who mostly specialized in the mind arts, Hugo Strange.
Whenever she was in his presence, Lady Nott would always double and triple check her occulmency shields to make sure they were firmly in place, but still could not get over the feeling that he could see right through her into her very being. In her mind, he was the most dangerous of her husband's associates. While Theodore agreed that he was a potential major threat, he was thoroughly convinced that Lady Greengrass was still a much bigger one.
Hugo was an observer with genius level intellect and Anastasia had little doubts that the German Healer could get into the mind of someone without the use of legilimency. He always seemed to be at least seven steps ahead of anyone he encountered, though Lady Nott suspected it was more like twelve. He always gave the hint that he seemed to know more than he let on- he was always calm and collected, looking through actions to see motivations.
Anastasia suspected he might actually know the identity of the Wizard, but was withholding the information. Why, she couldn't be certain, but she felt that he did and if he did not, he was close to figuring it out. She never voiced this to her husband, however, because she lacked the proof and the reasoning for her intuitive suspicions. While the thoughts and motivations of the others could be hard to predict, Anastasia could make a reasonable guess through simple observation. Unfortunately, the likes of Strange, who was an enigma to even the most brilliant of observationists, was beyond even her ability to read.
And last but not least was Nicomedes, her Theodore, the reigning Magister of the Cabal. He'd been quick to snatch up his father's power base and assets putting as much in his name before the so called “Champions of the Light†began demanding reparations from Death Eater families. It was her Theo that managed to lead them through those dark times when the Ministry was cleaning house and ridding itself of corruption- not that they were entirely successful.
Anastasia didn't know all the details, nor did she want to, but she knew that the fall of the Dark Lord had been a trying time for all those of the Cabal, which is why the Malfoy family had been expelled from their organization. Lucius' close association with Voldemort had nearly led not only his own family, but the Cabal into ruin. While Draco Malfoy was doing his best to not let the Malfoy name fall into disgraced obscurity, her Theodore, Natasha Zabini and Deckard Greengrass had been hard at work stabilizing the Wizarding World in such a way that they would be able to take up the reigns of power once more- only THEY would be the leaders of the new tomorrow, not just the financiers and shadow council for whatever Dark Lord decided to revolutionize the Wizarding World as they had done under the reign of Magister Malfoy.
And now was the time for their golden age, only it was not without complications.
Losing the Malfoy money had been a huge financial blow to the Cabal. Anastasia wasn't sure how Lady Metus had done it, but her securing the unofficial aid of Draco Malfoy and MagiCorp was a great boon for them. However there were still stumbling blocks- actual honest people in positions of political power, namely Minister Shacklebolt and Director Granger and those in their inner circles like Malcolm Robards and Phillip Coulson.
Honest and incorruptible. Idealists who were in for a rude awakening because they refused to adhere to the way things were supposed to work.
And then there was Unspeakable Waller... Another person Madame Nott was wary of. The woman had schemes within schemes, wrapped up in plans, surrounded by enigmas and intrigues and capped off with several contingencies. While the woman could be reasonable at times, it was only if the situation benefited her in some significant, but incomprehensible way. The woman was a ruthless planner and schemer- something Anastasia Nott could both respect and revile, as she was much the same way, only where as Lady Nott worked for the betterment of her husband and his ambitions, Waller had her own hidden agendas.
The one thing that troubled Anastasia Nott the most these days, however, was Harry Potter. Sure, The Wizard was a threat to them, but he was a somewhat known quantity- as known as he could be at any rate. It would only be a matter of time before they caught the would be vigilante and exacted their revenge.
Potter though...
Theodore didn't seem too intimidated and neither did Lady Greengrass nor Lady Zabini- though Anastasia had noticed that both Hippos and Goyle seemed to be paying as much attention to the Potter scion as she was. He was a wild card- a boy who faced the Dark Lord on multiple occasions, who took a squib of a boy and turned him into a formidable wizard when all others- his own family included- had given up on him. His death at the hands of Voldemort had not broken the Hogwarts resistance, only strengthened them and his resurrection had only spurred them on further. It was also on his word that the Malfoy Family got off fairly light when the judiciary hearings finally got around to prosecuting Death Eaters and Death Eater Sympathizers.
Only time would tell what affect Potter would have on the Greengrass-Malfoy dynamic.
While she would accept that Harry Potter was lucky- EXTREMELY lucky at that, she knew that all the luck in the world would not wholly account for his victories and accomplishments. Adding to the fact that Potter had been gone and out of the public eye for a decade, she knew that Potter could not and should not be discounted so easily. She only hoped that Theodore's arrogance and that of his allies wouldn't bite them later.
And so here they were, the members of The Cabal: Nicomedes, Black Widow, Metus, Lazarus, Janus, Atrocitus, and Vanité- seven in all, meeting to discuss recent events. Anastasia noted, as she stood at her husband's side, that Gregory Goyle had accompanied Lord Lazarus- as was the norm- and that Healer Young had accompanied Lord Janus on this particular occasion. Lady Vanité had a small cadre of men with her- likely her flavors of the month (or week if Anastasia was feeling particularly catty towards the woman) and Lord Atrocitus had a pair of body guards with him. Only Lady Widow and Lady Metus had come unaccompanied- which was normal for them, for they didn't trust anyone, not even those closest to them who were charged with their protection.
“We need to catch this vigilante,†Lady Vanité exclaimed, almost snarling. The sultry smirk that usually adorned her face was missing- in its' place was an expression of rage. “We've lost twenty six percent of our overall revenue in the last month.â€
“The situation is being handled,†Lord Nicomedes replied sternly.
“With absolutely no results,†Vanité shot back, her voice almost literally oozing in contempt.
“Perhaps you'd like to try?†Lady Metus suggested in a cool tone and a raised eyebrow. Vanité did not make a rebuttal, but her expression all but said she wasn't backing down from her stance on the matter. “After all, if you believe yourself that much more capable, I implore you to try.â€
Vanité still didn't say anything.
It was well known that Violet Yaxley did not have many combat ready men under her command except the occasional assassin and her protection detail. She also wasn't the most accomplished magician of the lot either and was widely considered to be the weakest in magical power and skill within The Cabal. What she was good at was numbers. Not only did she run her own operations, but those of Lord Atrocitus, who couldn't be bothered, and she, or one of her trusted associates, often brokered deals between the leadership and various factions that worked for or with The Cabal.
“Unless you have something useful to say, keep silent,†Greengrass rebuked. Vanité looked like she wanted to do nothing more than draw her wand on the Lady of Dread, but refrained from doing so.
“Metus...†Nicomedes warned, trying to mediate between the two women. Anastasia's eyes narrowed as Greengrass sneered at her husband.
“Vanité does bring up a fair point,†Lazarus interjected. “What progress is actually being made. Shipments lost, more and more of our men being rounded up by the Aurors... Let's not forget your botched hit on the Director.â€
“Yes...†Nicomedes agreed. “Papa Khan was less than pleased by the loss of manpower. Jessup and McMurphy were among his best men. You have put is in a precarious position with the Khans, Metus.â€
“I'm not worried. I shall deal with Papa Khan, should he try to back out of our arrangement,†Metus calmly assured them. “I already have contingencies in place.â€
Anastasia noticed her husband's shocked expression, though it only lasted a brief moment. She also was well aware of the fact that the others had also noticed. The Khans were his domain, after all, and neither she nor Theodore relished the thought that Daphne was ready to seize a part of his 'territory'.
Anastasia also took note of the other's reactions.
Both Lord Atrocitus and Lady Vanité were both unsettled by the revelation, but likely only because they weren't able to make such a power play. Black Widow simply gave Daphne an appraising look, as if simply to say 'well played'. Lord Lazarus had no outward reaction and neither did Lord Janus.
“Why wasn't I informed of this?†Theodore asked heatedly.
“Should you have been?†Daphne asked mockingly. “You're more useless than my Darling Brother. Thugs like the Khans should be our underlings, not our partners. I keep my own council, Nott, never forget that.â€
Theodore bristled at the use of his name, rather than his alias. It was only due to Anastasia placing a calming hand on his shoulder that stopped him from physically or magically lashing out.
Lord Janus chuckled in amusement.
“Khans aside, what of the entity calling itself 'The Wizard'?†Lord Lazarus interjected.
Lady Metus actually scowled at the mention of the magi-vigilante. “He's been greatly underestimated. Either he is a wizard the likes not seen since Merlin or he possesses MagiTech on par with anything produced by MagiCorp or the Gnomish Union. I'm inclined to think it is the latter. If so, his use of hyper-advanced MagiTech points to him being an operative of the GU. However, if he is one of theirs, no one but the highest echelons of their government know who he is.â€
“A contact of mine within the Auror Corps says that our vigilante may have ties to the Dwarven Republics,†Lady Widow informed them.
“That doesn't narrow it down much, most freelance specialists have ties to the Republics,†Lord Janus pointed out. “And Nightingales, while often extremely loyal to the GU, are not exempted from this. More than one either came from or defected to the DR in the past.â€
“True, but how many of these specialists are in or around the United Kingdom?†asked Black Widow. “That should narrow down the list of possible suspects, even if this vigilante is a group of wizards as opposed to only being one man.â€
“What is being done in regards to either capturing or killing this vigilante?†Lord Janus asked.
Daphne grinned ferally and coyly replied. “Just something Darling Draco came up with.â€
Theodore frowned. “Don't screw this up, Metus. MagiCorp is under enough scrutiny due to Malfoy's past criminal history without our interferences. Nothing can be traced back to us, is that understood?â€
Lady Metus scoffed at the Lord Magister. “I am no amateur. Everything that I have done has been for the betterment of the Wizarding World and our organization. Even the loss of the Khans at the Director's home was a calculated risk that was not without reward.â€
“What do you mean?†Lord Lazarus asked concernedly.
Daphne then simply smirked.