Noir Evans

Chapter 8: Hair

"Hey, Dean!" he yelled as he was walking towards le Demeure. The place only opened at 8 so he didn't have to be there until then but he decided to get away from the castle earlier as the Granger-girl was getting on his nerves.

He was walking down the street when he spotted a familiar face at the entrance, "What are you doing here, Albie?" he asked before closing his eyes and beginning to recite incantations to open the wards. He had made it so that no one other than him could go inside without him there. He didn't want people to raid the place when he wasn't there. It was dishonourable and just plain rude. After he finished the Ancient Egyptian incantation, the Vampire looked at him as though he was a ghost and that was saying something, as he was a Vampire.

Harry stared back at him confused, "What are you looking at?"

The man was still gaping like a fish so he shook his head and began to walk into his bar waving his wand in the process to correct and chair, table and drink placements. He used the same charm that Dumbledore used when he fixed Slughorn's house. It was neutral so he didn't have to worry too much about it draining his core.

He turned to see where Albert had gone and he was still staring as if he had never seen magic before.

"Dean!"

"YE-YES, Evans."

He snapped out of his trance-like state and followed Harry into his office.

Harry sat down in his office chair and took out some paperwork while Albie decided to have a sit on the couch in the corner of the room.

"So, What did Lord Loculus say?" he asked, getting straight to the point, "I would have preferred it if they didn't send a spy but... you're nice enough."

"Thanks? I guess..." he chuckled looking at his shoes with his elbows resting on his knees, "My Lord wishes to meet you."

"I figured that much out," he sighed, not looking up from his paperwork, "You need to work on your Occlumency."

The Vampire's head shot up, "You didn't..."

"You're lucky your Lord put up blocks," Harry chuckled, "Though he forgot to put them up on a few. I caught a glimpse of you speaking to him at some ball and deduced the rest."

"Deduced?"

"to arrive at a conclusion using reasoning," he quoted the muggle dictionary he had used to learn to read. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon never got any books other than baby books for Dudley so he found a dictionary to read.

It felt like a week before Evans decided to speak up again, "Please continue..."

"Of course, Lord Loculus wishes to see you at his palace in Romania this Wednesday."

Harry thought for a moment then cursed Dumbledore. He had another useless 'class' that day and didn't want to make Dumbledore suspicious.

He looked up at the Vampire, "Can't, I will be busy, anytime else?"

Dean looked at him as if he grew two heads and scoffed, "You're joking right?"

"Nope."

"Noir," he laughed, "He could have your head for this!"

"Is Thursday okay?" he said putting his work away.

The member of the Royal Guard shook his head in disbelief as he pulled up a schedule, most likely his Lord's.

"Fine, whatever, 2 o'clock?'"

Harry had DADA then but he couldn't care less so he agreed and they chatted for a while, though it was awkward after finding out that Noir knew that he was a spy the entire time.