Post Battle Meeting

Ne'Os rolled his eyes as Felix was convinced so easily while he trusted thaor a bit it wasn't enough to go to the extent Felix did. "Thaor, congratulations on your position but how do we know you are on our side see it from the way i do, you attacked us both said shalom which could honestly mean anything how would i know considering i was dead at the time. Then in the great hall you sided with the order you even dueled me there if i hadn't regained consciousness who knows where i would be right now...so while you make everything sound so nice for Felix with his ability to lead and the talent he supposedly has and win him over to your way of seeing things i choose to let the dark lord decide your fate and pray that i will be the one to carry it out" he said standing up and moving to the right side of the head of the table. This of course was mostly a act he trusted Thaor very much but he wanted his position and would not look like he was on his side. "So you want to know our next move, it is simple we go back into the shadow's let the order think we are defeated we gain more stronger members and whip this current pathetic bunch into the same ranks as the death eaters of old but that i suspect would be counter to what ever your plans are" he said giving Thaor a cold smile.

Thaor stood and stared Ne'Os in the eyes. The Dark Lord is dead Emof. You killed him. Unless you're talking about Grindlewald, but he isn't the dark lord. He doesn't even want to be the leader of the Death Eaters. He wants the ministry. We're just helping him get there. In return, once he has control of the ministry, we are free to do as we please. Thaor said, not taking his eyes off of Ne'Os. He put his wand back into his robes. And if I wanted you dead, you wouldn't be standing before me today. Thaor said, taking a seat once more.

Ne'Os smiled as Thaor took his seat he hid the fact the memory of him killing Voldemort erupted back into his mind of course he couldn't remember that he joined the order immediately after but that was one memory that would have to wait after all he just remembered where the elder wand ended up "My friend you must read his history he is the dark lord even if his heart has changed and well lets just say one doesn't come back from the dead as he did unless you have plans bigger than gaining the ministry" he said sounding almost bored. Now he did have a plan as well no one but Matthew LeStrange knew where the elder wand was hidden but now he and Grindelwald had for the moment at least parallel plans although a very important part would need to happen at this meeting. "And i notice you refuse to acknowledge your traitors ways that is fine i suppose i can bring it up again when more death eaters are here" he finished his wand in hand yet hidden out of sight under the table.

Thaor grasped his wand as he stood up. He pointed it directly at Ne'Os's face. I've already said why I did what I did. If you want to talk about traitors, talk about yourself. You killed Lord Voldemort. You joined the order. Until recently, we believed you to be dead. How do we know where your loyalties lay? How do we know you haven't joined your old friends in the Order? Thaor said, frustration raising in his voice. He returned his wand to his side as he sat down. Thats right, we trust you. Just like I need you to trust me.

Okay, so Zara had gone on a limb here, but she had kidnapped a kid from the school. Though to be honest, it wasn't really kidnap if they went with you willingly.. well willingly under the Imperius curse. Zara had him following her like a puppy on a chain, obedient to her whims, and at this point, he'd probably do anything for her, including go with her to this stupid meeting after the battle. Zara had only peeked her head into the battle for a second, grabbed the kid and left.. It had been a boring battle, and she hadn't enjoyed it as much as she had wanted to. Oh well, that's what you get when you try and join a fight that little kids started. Any other day, and it would have been broken up by teachers, but this time they had jumped in.. and no one had even won. Waste of time and resources in Zara's opinion.

Zara, dressed in her normal high heels, and sweeping black cloak over tight fitting clothes, walked into the room with an air of being better then everyone she came into contact with. She had the boy behind her, his name she had pretty much forgotten already, but she knew he would be handy. Walking into the room, she took one look around, and found her normal seat. The boy came and stood behind her seat, staring blankly into the distance, a small smile on his face. He was an odd looking boy, big glasses, very curly hair that sat messy on top of his head. He didn't look like one of Zara's normal play things, but she didn't really care about appearances, she wanted him for the Death Eaters.. and that was all, she would get him to work for them willingly in any way possible. "Hello.." She said simply, sitting down and leaning back in her seat, the back of it coming to rest against the boy's stomach, and he just stood there, taking the weight oddly. "Alright if I keep him here for a while? He's special." she said simply, her eyes watching the men who were there already.

Ne'Os continued to smile at Thaor "I would hope the fact i died a death eater would tell you i was now but that will have to wait wont it" he said calming down if he acted to quickly he would ruin his plan besides he heard someone walk into the room. It was a woman he had never seen before he saw she had company a student it appeared "I see you brought a guest with you how interesting, cute to, wonder what you plan for him?" he said rhetorically his cold voice had turned nice now that he wasn't focused on Thaor. He decided it would be best to remain quiet unless spoken to for now.

He looked around the room he barely remembered a meeting where he shared the body with a snake and used a death eater who spoke Parseltongue to speak for him. He couldn't remember the details as this was in between his death and his resurrection but he figured he may one day remember that. He also felt his mind wander to horcruxes in general he felt he had to make a new one he wondered who the lucky victim that would allow him to make one would be. coming back to earth again he decided to refocus on the meeting.

The doors to the dining room in Malfoy Manor swung open with a loud, long groan as if the hinges were complaining about their disturbance as Gellert Grindelwald entered the room, his wand hand twitching and his face twisted into a look of pure malevolence.

The battle at Hogwarts had been a complete shambles, not only had the Death Eaters jumped the gun in attacking the school, arriving early and unprepared, but they had acted completely without purpose or goal, leading to their ultimate defeat. If not for his intervention, he felt, the room before him would be empty.

"You," he said, pointing his wand directly at Thaor, his thoughts carefully controlled to the point of severely injuring, not killing. "We need to speak. And you need to explain yourself," he said, his voice betraying the control he was desperately trying to hold onto.

He was late, unfortunately, something unavoidable, the battle's ending had required some smoothing over on his part, and if not for his early departure, Thaor's patronus would have arrived just early enough to betray his true allegiance in front of the Minister.

"What were any of you thinking?" He shouted, his voice ringing around the bare room.
"I wanted us to capture Hogwarts, not destroy it. Who in their right mind will re-enroll their children at the school now, will there even be a school after the damage you all wreaked?" He asked.

"Which idiot used fiendfyre?" He asked after a pause, his wand travelling over the people in the room slowly, ready to kill almost anyone who admitted to the deed.

"And where were you?" He asked, his wand lingering on Remy, "Did you leave early or something? Were you hiding?" He spat, noting her appearance of someone who'd just left the battle.

Thaor watched as Gellert entered the room. Now the fun starts. He thought to himself. Thaor stood as Grindlewald pointed his wand at him, and aimed his wand directly at Gellert's chest. My appologies for setting up a fool proof plan. Robert Lupin trusts me with his life. My actions at the battle have successfully set up something that will help us greatly. Robert and I had a chat after the battle, I'm the new Deputy Minister. The ministry is ours for the taking now. He also offered me a job as the warden of Azkaban, which can play to our favor. Don't you dare question my loyalty, should I acutally be on the other side, you can be assured I would have killed last night. I was even convincing enough for Jess Potter to believe it. Thaor said loudly. He lowered his wand before speaking again. Besides, I think we both know where I'd be if I betrayed the death eaters, or your cause. Thaor said, hinting at the unbreakable vow they made. You can thank the fiendfyre on the headmaster himself. Rest assured he won't be headmaster much longer. Thaor added before taking a drink of firewhisky. Keeping his wand at the ready, just in case.

Gellert couldn't help but feel a prang of anger at the indignant tone dripping from Thaor's voice as he challenged Grindelwald's accusations.

"I'm sorry, was I dead when they changed the rules of betrayal so that only death constituted a stab in the back?" he asked angrily, shaking his head but lowering his wand as he did so. In all honesty Thaor was telling the truth, any actions of Thaor's would have resulted in his death, and if he were standing here, than any actions against him would be near-suicidal.

Still, a lingering doubt clouded Gellert's mind, something in his gut telling him that something was amiss. The faint lines surrounding his wrist were tingling a little. Deep magic was in play here, and the blood which ran through Gellert's veins were screaming it.

"Prove it," he said after a brief pause, a challenging tone in his voice.

Remy had watched the unfolding scene between Thoar, Barker, and Ne’os with mild interest to begin with, but as she realized it was merely a rehash of the same damn thing they always seemed to be talking about, Remy started to lose focus. Because her mind was muddled by emotion, however, she was able to split her attentions enough to gather what was said in the ‘big boys’ conversation, as well as dedicate a little bit of time to formulating what exactly her story would be if asked. But then again, as the three hot shots in the room got more and more carried away with their bickering, it seemed less and less likely that Remy would be questioned at all.

The odds continued to stack in her favor as the infamous Ellis entered the room; the woman was dressed in tight clothing meant to attract attention, and if that wasn’t enough to turn heads, she was also towing a student captive. Usually Remy would have resented any woman that presented such a threat to her hold on the male attention of the room, but because Remy was more interested in remaining invisible in this situation, she was glad for Zara’s arrival.

But the men in the room didn’t seem even to look up for Zara, instead continuing their petty conversation that was going in circles of whose loyalty was stronger, who had done more in the battle, whose genetalia was bigger… you know, normal male stuff.

It wasn’t until Grindelwald himself arrived that Remy’s luck ran out. He came into the room and, as his powerful presence had a tendency to do, brought all attention onto himself. He was clearly upset with the way the battle had gone, and Remy knew she would have to pay attention to what he was saying to know where she ought to stand on the subject of the battle. With the way Grindelwald was waving his wand around, anyone who disagreed with him wouldn’t stand a chance of survival, or at least not with all their limbs attached.

Although Grindelwald attacked Thoar first – this is why I am never in charge… – he then turned his wand on Remy, the first person to notice her since her entrance. His question was pointed, and exactly the one Remy had hoped no one would ask, but now that she was on the spot, it was imperative that she maintain a straight face.

“I was near the gamekeepers hut for much of the battle, sir,” Remy replied, lying easily, “It is familiar territory for me, as I once held the Care of Magical Creatures professorial position and held many of my classes near that area.”

“After the headmaster used fiendfyre, however,” Remy added, drawing details for her own story from Thoar’s, “I was pushed back toward the forbidden forest. The fire separated me from the castle, and I was otherwise occupied by the acromantula and a few foolhardy students.”

“The battle was exceedingly chaotic, as you well noted, so my role may well have gone unnoticed by many, especially considering all the more powerful players who had a role,” Remy finished with a slight incline of her head toward Thoar and Ne’os, and an even deeper one toward Grindelwald. Her story seemed appropriately vague, and all the details were believable enough. And Grindelwald seemed to have much more concern with Thoar than he did with her, so Remy hoped beyond hope that her story would suffice.

If it didn’t… well, Remy’s self-preservation instincts might not be enough to save her.