From Eden - Regulus Black (Complete)

Chapter Sixty-Four

A shorter chapter, but I wanted to tell you all that I posted another Six of Crows fanfiction for those interested. It's called the Phantom of the Barrel and I'm very excited about it - I've been translating a lot for The Fox and the Hound (Sirius' love story, if anyone has any interest; in the same universe and a prequel to Enchantment of Eros, which is a Draco fanfiction) so I'm excited about it as well. Read it, if you can - you won't regret it, Tia Venus is an wonderful writer and I'm proud of being allowed to translate it all.

A MEETING

Saturday, the 8th, brought certainly a surprise to Anne.

Nothing had been decided, and yet she was warned just a few minutes after dinner that there was an Order meeting that she was ordered to go, which made her upset and certainly tired of Dumbledore's idea that she had nothing else to do – she didn't have anything to do, of course, she was a student in a boarding school, Saturdays brought nothing more than boredom forth, but yet she had expected him to be polite enough to at least pretend to ask her if she had anything else to do before asking her to go to a meeting.

But she was on his office a few minutes past ten with the excuse that there had been a problem with her grades, so they were trying to fix it all in one night. She had no hour to go back to the Tower, but she was going to have a slip note with her in case she was caught walking back.

"Miss Potter, you're finally here," Dumbledore said once she walked in.

She glanced at the clock on the corner of his office. Five past ten; she was literally five minutes early.

"I'm not late," she said.

"No, no, you're not," he said. "I'm just a bit impatient. This meeting will certainly be a lot more important than the usual ones."

"Want to share the information?" she asked.

Dumbledore looked at her for a moment, putting his hands behind his back and walking towards her as she closed the door behind her back. He started pacing.

"Well, we found one of the Death Eaters in France. He's dead," he said.

"We killed him?" she asked, raising a single eyebrow.

"No, of course not!" he said. "He was found dead in the catacombs."

Anne almost rolled her eyes. Of course, Dumbledore would be one to say that they hadn't killed anyone, even if Anne didn't believe him completely. Perhaps he had been killed and Dumbledore was just saying that because he hadn't been the one to throw a killing curse at him.

"And what was our spy doing in the catacombs?" Anne asked.

"Following the Death Eater, of course" he answered. "With him, there was a letter written by Rabastan Lestrange, detailing what he was to do in there. He failed. Somebody killed him before our friend got there."

'Friend'. Sure. If that's what he wanted to call Arabella, then he was free to do so, but that Anne didn't think of her as a friend, she didn't. As she grew up, she always thought that the woman could find some type of basic hygiene for a house so full of cats; she was somewhat nice and gave them food more than she probably could, but it was nice, yet that didn't make the old woman a friend.

"You should bring our 'friend' back to England," Anne said. "He's back to town. I think he's staying in Oxford or around that. Besides... I have quite a lot to tell you all, and I need all the help I can get in finding him here."