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Post by Harold Masters on Nov 19, 2014 20:08:22 GMT -8
Harold smiled coldy. "Simple." He said finally. "Two Reasons.. One I could probably kill you first still, and.." The confidence in Masters voice was almost overbearing despite Trevors wand, And he was quite sure he could dispatch Trevor or anyone else, especially of the younger ilk that hund around this manor now. His dueling skills were well known among the Death Eater Ranks. And of course his attitude had changed again, from childlike to cold and calculating. It was no secret that Masters was a bit touched in the head. "And two.. You know I'm not an imposter because we've both served together, and you almost killed me due to a poorly aimed spell that nearly took my head off. So, No I'm not some daft Auror here on a Polyjuice trip.. And.. oh Three.. Dontcha think if the Ministry knew enough to send me here, they'd already have enough to raid this place? hmm?" Masters shook his head, obviously annoyed.
Masters slowly reached up and pushed the wand aside. "Please, I'd hate for that to happen again." Finally he smiled at Trevor. "I never received any such signal I'm afraid, I've been in.. Deep hiding while working on my own contacts.. Here." Harold offered the satchel he'd been carrying to Trevor, "Let's just say due to my work.. We have a contact very high in the Ministry, I don't know what your plans might be.. But this is just a sample of what I can bring you now. Want to tear down the walls of Azkaban for our brothers? We can do it, Assault the Ministry successfully? No problem, Tear Hogwarts down stone by stock?" Masters laughed. "Victory can be assured a lot easier now.." He hoped that Trevor wouldn't ask who the contact was, because he wasn't ready to divulge that information, but not only that? Masters hadn't come here without a backup plan, If anything were to happen to him? He'd made sure that the Ministry would find some interesting evidence to bring them down on the Death Eaters, once and for all. "Now, Put your wand down, we can have a drink, enjoy some papers and catch up on old times.. What do you say friend?" Harolds features softened and warmed up to Trevor, All he wanted to do was get past this and get back to work for the common good.
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 19, 2014 20:09:05 GMT -8
With the first reason, Trevor pushed his wand a little more into Harold. His patience was short, and it showed. After all, with all he was planning, he had to guard himself, and while he didn't mean for it to cross over into partially unrelated circumstances, it happened. He was a bit shakey right now. He'd had a near slip-up earlier when he saw Morgana and Derrin together. So now he felt like he had to be extra careful to guard himself, and well...not good, the results. When Masters continued to give the answer he was looking for, Trevor relaxed enough for him to push the wand away. His hand moved to open his robes slightly to put his wand back in its carefully hidden wand pocket as he smiled back at Masters. While he trusted no one enough to truly call him 'friend,' this was about as close to friendly as he could consider any of his relationships.
When Masters handed him his satchel, Trevor opened it, glancing through it to see what it was that the other man had found out, glancing up at the man as he continued his speech, nodding here and there. "It looks good, old friend." There was no way he was going to question where he received this information from. He had said a contact very high in the Ministry, and that was enough for Trevor. Masters was back, and that could be a plus for his plan. The Death Eaters of old times who were good, if banded together, would be no match for these young ones who would challenge his rise to power if they found out it was he or Morgana who will have killed White in a few days time. They wouldn't dare challenge the legend. They wouldn't dare challenge him either, Trevor liked to think, with all the successful kills under his belt and such, but they would be a powerful team, if he could persuade Masters an alliance with him instead of Derrin was a way to go.
"I wouldn't mind, but there are ears in this place that I wouldn't wish to hear such matters as I have to discuss with you. Shall we go to my flat?" He kept his home unchartable, so he doubted anyone would be able to follow them even if he overheard where they were going. Masters would have to side-along with him, of course, but that was no problem. Perhaps he could even gather Morgana for this little 'pow-wow,' but he didn't trust her not to do something stupid. Yes, he still held her responsible for Evie's escape eight years ago, for his imprisonment in Azkaban, and more, even if she freed him and even if she was helping him now and was his lover, even if he lead her to believe they were together. Morgana was a special case, almost love-hate, and now that the old battle of wits was gone, somehow their relationship lacked a certain amount of passion and luster for him. She was now just the girl he was going steady with, and he refused to admit to whether or not he thought of her as anything more. All he knew was he couldn't trust her not to do something stupid here to mess this up, so no, a conversation between old friends this would remain.
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Post by Harold Masters on Nov 19, 2014 20:09:31 GMT -8
"Of course, Given the sensitivity of our current situation we can't be overly cautious." It was obvious that Trevor was impressed with the documents, as he should be. The Documents detailed such information as security procedures for the Ministry of Magic, known 'secret' passages into Hogwarts, information on Azkaban and more. This was only a small taste of course, designed to wet their appetite and need more, thus requiring keeping Masters in their good favor. The path to get to this point had been long and difficult, but it'd certainly been worth it. Masters position was so perfect, it was ridicules! Yes, they might think he was touched in the head but the fact was he had an unbeatable hand that'd propel their cause to ultimate glory.
Masters smirked at Trevor as he gestured to the documents. "That is only the begining old friend, and far from the best I must admit." Masters cackled a little. "Need the laundry list of Hogwarts Headmistress? No problem! All for the taking.." But for now he trailed off, allowing Trevor to show him the way to his flat.
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 19, 2014 20:09:57 GMT -8
Trevor merely smirked at Masters' comment. He was one step ahead of the man in that area. He'd see that once they got to his flat. "Come on before Hart decides to crash things," he urged, rolling his eyes at the thought of Sandy. Stupid half-veela. She could crash things in more ways than one for him. Ruin his relationship with Morgana and much more. How he loathed her abilities. They made him squirm, and he hated her for that, avoided looking at her whenever humanly possible. Pride wouldn't let himself fall before or for Derrin's wench. Clearing his throat, he walked towards the front door, opening it with a wave of his wand, feeling too lazy to exert energy trying to open the heavy doors.
Sighing, he began to walk towards the area where the protection of the anti-apparition spell ended so they could go ahead and apparate, offering Masters' his arm as he would a woman without showing any awkwardness. It was no big deal, after all. He was just trying to securely do side-along apparition and not let this one get pulled away by someone trying to tag along. He hated taking people to his flat, really did, because the more people who knew its location, the more people who could betray him. He really needed to think about doing a secret keeper type gig, make things a little more secure. Amie, Morgana, and now Masters would know about it, after all. One of them could easily be made secret keeper.
Once his arm was taken, Trevor promptly Disapparated to his flat's front door at which point he promptly let go of his 'chum's' arm and began to cast a few counterspells so they could get into his flat. Once in, he repeated the process, resecuring the door against possible intruders. He then promptly headed to his right and went into the kitchen where he began to make a sandwich and some water. "If you'll excuse me, I have a bit of a pet to feed." He motioned with his head to let the man know he could follow him. He went to the garage and opened a trap door into the basement, which was where he was keeping the headmistress of Hogwarts. "Be careful. She's a fiesty one."
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Post by Harold Masters on Nov 19, 2014 20:10:42 GMT -8
As always Masters was making mental notes of his surroundings, observing even the faintest of details, all of which could somehow, possibly be of value later. The mentioning of a 'pet' perked Harolds interests, given he was quite confidant that with it being Trevor? It couldn't be a pet in the normal sense. Somehow he expected Voldemorts head to be on a platter, demanding to be fed or something even more bizzare. "Oh a pet? I love pets.." Obviously there was a tone of sarcasm in his voice, the only pet he'd ever cared for was his Raven Edgar. "I'm bristling with goosebumps in anticipation of this my old friend." He commented, following him down into the basement. "Fiesty? Can't be no worse then my wife on a bad day." he mused.
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 19, 2014 20:10:50 GMT -8
"Jamie?" Trevor called out as he lit his wand to let her know he was coming. Whether or not that was wise was left up for interpretation. So far it had prevented a lot of things as far as he saw it. If she knew, then she couldn't get scared, and if she didn't get scared, that adreneline wasn't pumping so hard if she decided to try to escape. However, she'd tried enough times by now to know that she couldn't overpower Trevor and that doing so only resulted in more chains or shorter chain lengths. Currently the lengths of her chains weren't too long, but what did that matter?
He chuckled at Masters' comment and shook his head, smirking. "This one likes to attack me sometimes, but lately she's been pretty good once I found out who to threaten besides her kid and---" He cut himself off there. There was no way he was going to admit to this one that he had a child that Jamie had been pretending to be mother to without knowing whose child it was other than her twin sister Amie, and now how was she thanked? By her twin sister helping him imprison her in his basement. How quaint. She must feel betrayed by all sides. He was tempted to tell her that her boyfriend was a Death Eater, too, but right now it seemed more beneficial to dangle him over her head as a way to get to her when tight chains holding her to the wall while her body writhed from the torture course, resulting in deep cuts in her skin from the chains.
Finally, after a little walk, Jamie was before him, and he leaned over to put the plate in front of her as well as the glass of water. "Enjoy, kitten" he said, petting his prisoner's head, which earned him a glare. Either he had broke her with that last threat or she simply wasn't willing to try today. "Well," Trevor said, turning back to Masters and beginning to walk back towards the way out of the basement, "my friend, shall we be off? Not much to watch here." By now, he hoped Masters realized that he had the school's headmistress (and therefore didn't need Jamie's dirty laundry) and hadn't just taken him down here by chance or for the heck of it. Once they were out of the basement and back into the garage, Trevor sealed the thing and then headed back inside the house where he sat in the leather chair, staring at the black wall across from him for a moment before looking to Masters. "Have a seat."
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Post by Harold Masters on Nov 19, 2014 20:11:34 GMT -8
'Oh well, you don't see that everyday.' Masters mused to himself as he followed close behind. He remained fairly silent, watching as Trevor took care of his 'pet' as it were. "I never pegged you for the kinky type.." He said humorously as a twisted smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. "Seems you've been quite busy old friend.. It's good to know that I've not been the only one working so hard for the cause." There were a thousand questions floating around Masters mind, especially as to how Trevor had pulled this little trick off. But there would be a time for questions. "Yes, We have much to discuss.." He waited for Trevor to take the lead again, despite being old 'friends' he was still overly cautious and not willing to turn his back on Trevor. But soon enough they were back in his house, where Masters took the offered seat.
It took Harold a few moments to get comfortable before finally looking to Trevor again. "You might laugh.. But it's good seeing you again old friend, These long years of working alone have been quite difficult.. very dangerous and nerve racking to say the least." He stifled a short snicker, knowing the full extent of his trails and tribulations over the last few years. There had been many unsettling close calls, and having noone really to rely on but a nitwit of a wife was not very fun to say the least. "But I swore I wouldn't return until I had something of value, I think I've brought more then my shares worth don't you think?" Harold was refering to the files of course, but that was only the begining of what he could offer. "I don't know what you have planned, if anything at all.. But whatever it is? I ask that you take into account what I can bring to the table.. Any information in the Ministry can be yours, with what I have access to? We could easily free our brothers and siters from Azkaban and turn the Wizarding world on its ear... This could be the begining of the Golden age that the Dark Lord could only dream of.. Think of the possibilities.." There was no doubt in his mind however that Trevor would be skeptical, not of what he had access to, but of his motives. Anyone with this much information would certainly want something right? Perhaps, but he was leaving it to Trevor to ask that question. "Are you ready to go to war again? Shoulder to shoulder? So that we can finish what the Dark Lord Started so long ago?"
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 19, 2014 20:12:02 GMT -8
Trevor nodded with reservation in response to Masters' question. He was ready, but how could he commit to something for which he did not know the terms. There was no way in hell he was going to believe that the man would give him this information freely without reservation, for nothing was free in this life unless it was being given to someone else and the chance of that being found out was extremely high, the information was false, or the information was worth squat. Now, he had to determine how much he actually trusted this bloke. He didn't put much store in anything anyone said anymore, and he didn't care if his name was Harold Masters or Morgana Calloway. Neither were to be completely trusted with anything, no matter how good a contact one had been at one point or how good a lover the other was.
"How much is it going to cost me to ensure your allegiance, Masters?" he asked, looking over to the other. It was something Trevor wasn't too keen on: asking someone what their demands are instead of giving them himself. He liked to be in control, not sell his soul to a potential devil who could screw him over in a heartbeat. He also liked not having to beg, but he might not be able to help it in this case, though right now he wasn't begging, and if he could help it, he never would beg. He might wager or something for this information to be bought at a price that seemed reasonable to him, but other than that? No, he wouldn't beg. He wouldn't say please. He would remain as in control of the situation as humanly possible. Masters would simply have to accept that and get used to it.
There was, of course, one way out of this. He could always have him tailed or tail him himself and watch to find out his contact and then kill him, eliminate the mediator. Hmm...something to definitely keep in mind. No one was a friend to Trevor, no one. Friends were a thing of the past, a fad in his life, nothing more. They had become alien to him when his wife had died and had died figuratively while his family died literally. He had learned since then that people weren't to be trusted, no matter how close it seemed it was safe to get to them, and that knowledge was what determined his decisions. Masters would not be trusted.
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Post by Harold Masters on Nov 19, 2014 20:12:10 GMT -8
"Cost you?" Masters chuckled softly in response, shaking his head. "My allegiance to the cause is unchanged," And Harold was telling the truth as far as that went, he believed in the vision that the Dark Lord had for this world and would fight till the bitter end to make it happen. Of course Trevor would probably think he was lying through his teeth and trying to pull something over on him, but that was to be expected. Masters trusted Trevor as much as Trevor trusted him, otherwise he wouldn't have set certain safeguards in the event something happened to him tonight. A cool smile creased Masters lips, "Dear friend, The only thing that's changed is that Lord Voldemort is gone," baring the possibility his head was hidden in some box waiting to be resurrected again or some sort of nonsense which wouldn't surprise him really. "We've all been working our own seperate angels for all of these years and I ask.. Whats the point of remaining divided? We stand to gain much more if we combine our resources then if we remain divided.. All that I desire is to have my place back among my brothern, No more, No less."
Trevor would probably doubt him and either try to keep tabs on him, follow him, rub him out or whatever.. But any sort of victory would be short lived, Masters was one for precautions in the event someone tried to stab him in the back. The simple fact was, Masters already had what he wanted and if anything? He felt like he was doing Trevor and the Death Eaters a favor by being here. "Everything else? I have.. So, its your call." he said, crossing his leg over his thigh as he patiently awaited Trevors response.
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 19, 2014 20:12:39 GMT -8
Trevor merely chuckled, shaking his head. "I believe you fail to see that just like there are two sides to every coin, there are two sides to every person, every group, every seeming alliance." He paused to breathe, smirking. "It's things like that that make people interesting to observe and unpredictably dangerous. Like the headmistress being hidden in my basement. Surely you wonder why her and why here? It's quite simple. By request, I stay at the school, spying out what is going on inside it with the Order and reporting it back to Derrin, but I, too, need a contact. Her twin sister is now masquerading around as Jamie, and it's going quite well. But there are two more reasons than need for a contact that drove me to abduct the headmistress and they have nothing to do with Derrin White. The incompetent fool can hardly see what's going on right under his nose..." He took in a deep breath and sighed, shaking his head. He had said much but hardly anything incriminating, he thought. It could be interpreted to be such, but what had he really admitted to doing? Nothing that would be enough to alarm White. Everyone had alterior motives, after all. It was hardly a surprise within the Death Eater circle.
"But alas, I've said too much. There is no reason for you to know more unless I am assured your absolute, sole allegiance, and I find it hard to believe that you would give it to me without a price. It is not an easy road I would ask you embark on. It is dangerous, not that I doubt your ability to handle it, because you can, but I want your sole allegiance with this information and to know it's like old days where we both have each other's back on our way to achieve Voldemort's plans. Derrin is merely a means to an end at this very moment. Promise me that you will remain loyal only to me and I will reward you when all is said and done." His eyes remained on Masters'. There was no need to remove them, especially not when he was watching to make sure that he wasn't lying through his teeth. Of course, Trevor wasn't stupid enough to try Legilimency to find out what he was thinking. Not only would it seem a slap in the face regardless of whether or not Masters knew Occlumency, but it also could cost him this tenative alliance, something he couldn't afford. He could easily obliviate the other's mind and remove memory of this part of the conversation, but he'd rather not. The more people he had fighting on his side, the better. Morgana and Amie were alright, but he needed another man or two or more.
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Post by Harold Masters on Nov 19, 2014 20:13:07 GMT -8
For the moment Masters let Trevor ramble on and on, though it was quite obvious to him that it wasn't Harold that failed to see the point, but Trevor himself. The capture of the headmistress was certainly a nifty parlor trick, but she was a small fish compared to what Masters had within his grasp, as for Trevor spying at Hogwarts? It was trivial given Harold nearly had access to everything and more then Trevor, of course the Order of the Phoenix was still one weak spot that he'd thus far been unable to breach successfully. Masters sighed contetlly, relaxing in the comfortable chair as he laced his fingers together, waiting for Trevors rambling to end. Though Masters facial expressions were neutral, his mind was racing with thoughts of amusement over the younger man siting oppisite him. The thought dawned on Harold that the new generation of Death Eaters left something to be desired, though Trevor was more senior then most of the Death Eater Ilk of the day, he still lacked the experience and knowledge that made his peers so much more capable. His ill remarks about Derrin White proved as much, you never tipped your hand to anyone, especially someone who'd just retuned from nowhere! Masters was much smarter then that, and would only tip his hand when he knew it'd gain him something in return. However it also disturbed Masters, it would seem there was a lot of people with ulterior motives which could prove disastrous to the cause. He had to fight back a couple of sarcastic remarks, but when Trevor finally shut up? Harold let him have it.
"Trevor, Dearest of all my friends.." He started with a chuckle, leaning closer to Trevor. "It is you that fails to see the bigger picture. Yes, Headmistress is a niffty parlor trick that I commend you on, but she's a small fish in a much larger ocean that I can deliver.. And honestly?" His eyes narrowed a bit on the man before him. "You have no bloody idea how dangerous this road is, You have no idea the dangers I've faced over the last few years to achieve what I have now, most of it was done on my own.. So, Lets dispense with such bull shall we?" Again he sat back in his seat, taking in a breath as he paced himself. "You fail to understand that I have everything I desire right now, What can you offer me?" he laughed. "Absolutely nothing.. It could seem like abold face lie to you, or a bit idealistic at best.. But what I desire is to see the Dark Lords vision for the Wizarding world carried out, for the day when we can all come forth from the Shadows, put the Muggles in place and no longer have to live in fear of our lives.. Thats what I want in return Trevor, No more, No Less.."
"I promise I'll remain loyal to our common cause Trevor, because thats what we should all be loyal to.. The cause, the Dark Lords Memory whatever you want to call it.. I have no desire to stab you, or anyone else in the back." Harold paused again, smirking. "You know why? Because it's bad for business.. Whatever advantages we have, or could have won't matter if petty infighting tears us apart.. If Derrin is as incompetent as you say and you want to remove him? Fine, I don't care, I'll kill him myself if thats what it requires.. But it should end there if we are to have any hope of toppling the Wizarding world." Masters fell silent for a few moments, tapping his fingers together idly as he let his words sink in with Trevor. This would be the moment where their relationship would be defined, either they'd make nice or end up trying to kill each other in the next ten seconds. A crooked smile creased Masters lips as he aimed to shoot down any thoughts of double crossing him. "All that I ask is, Don't try and double cross me Trevor.. It's not in your best interest, and don't try to deny it.. I'm certain that the thought has crossed your mind, If you don't think I'm prepared for that possibility?" Masters burt out laughing. "You're madder then I am! I have certain safeguards in place, that'll bring down the Ministry upon all of you should you attempt any such trickery.. Don't try to have me followed, because after years of dodging the Aurors and others? I don't think you'll succeed, and at worst? If I discover it, The price will be quite grave.. If you promise as such, I promse that I'll loyally support your move for power and assist you in anyway I can."
Harold straightned up a bit. "Is that a deal? Can we be friends and share juciy tidbits about our common enemy? And all that other good stuff?"
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 19, 2014 20:13:52 GMT -8
But Trevor did know what he was doing. It was a well-known fact that he and Derrin didn't like each other and likely wanted each other dead. It wasn't a well-known fact that he was indeed going after Derrin's life, and as far as Trevor was concerned he had only tipped to what was a well-known fact. Besides, to find out whether one could be trusted, he had to be trusted with something little and trivial, meaningless before with the big equation. Given a small thing and let run with it. Whatever Masters did with what he had said was what would determine their relationship. He had something to gain from showing his hand, even if he had fully displayed it: another loyal follower who allegedly held information he could use to make his reign stronger and fuller, more effective than the one Derrin White had been leading thus far. Much stronger.
He listened as Masters gave his speech, listening for what loopholes were present in his promise and whatnot. Really, Trevor felt that despite the information he'd be gleaning from this man, he really was getting the raw end of the deal. There was no promised loyalty to him, just to their common cause. He could just as easily promise to stay loyal to their common cause to Derrin who also presumably wanted to bring to reality Voldemort's ideals but was failing greatly at doing so. With that information, Derrin could more easily obtain his goals, not that Trevor's vote of confidence was with him that he'd be able to figure out how to properly use it to get there, but the man did have some sort of brain. It could still help him. Of course, Masters' saying that he would kill Derrin if that was what it took made Trevor feel better but not by much. He could still promise the same to Derrin of him, and no way did he like that idea. No, Masters would have to do better than that.
"I assure you, friend, that I will not have you followed, nor will I doublecross you, but I have to be able to expect the same from you. I have to have your word that I am the only one with whom you'll share this information. I will double or triple whatever payment another might promise you to keep your alliance, whatever it costs. I will not require you to do anything more than provide the information unless it's absolutely necessary, for I have my own plans in regard to certain things. I will trust you, Masters, if you prove trustworthy, and you know that's not something easily given in our ranks. I must have some assurance, and right now, I do not feel so confident. We must talk more before we reach a deal, I fear."
How much more? That was still a good question. Trevor had no clue what it would take to gain his partial trust in this man. He was still too new to the scene again to just instantaneously give him his full trust. Even Morgana didn't have his full trust and she had been there from the beginning of this whole deal and had never given him much reason not to trust her aside from her total incapability to do so simple a thing as sit out on the sidelines while he took care of what needed to be taken care of, but compared to how Amie had betrayed his trust, that was nothing. Masters had never given him any real reason not to trust him either, but trust simply wasn't easily given in their ranks. Much testing was necessary before even the slightest true form of trust was to be given, especially when one just came out of nowhere as Masters had.
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