In The Fight To Survive (Golden Trio Era) {4}

The Puppeted Plan

"Kreacher!" Mikayla called as soon as she arrived back and did a quick security sweep of Grimmauld Place. The old House Elf appeared with a crack almost immediately after her call for him, "Mikayla," Kreacher bows as low as he can go, the tip of nose touching the ground to show his deep respect for the blonde, "what must you need to call Kreacher?" The blonde smiled at him as he raised his eyes to her, "I need you to bring this wand to Little Hangleton Graveyard and bury it beneath the earth across from the Riddle Family grave. Can you do that for me?" As she gave the instructions, Mikayla pulled out the second item that had been buried in the canister, The Elder Wand, holding it out to Kreacher.

"House Elves mustn't hold wands, Mis- Mikayla, is against Wizarding Law. Kreacher's old mistress forbade Kreacher from ever handling a wand, so Kreacher can't do Mikayla's order without punishment." Kreacher looked for an item to batter himself, so Mikayla quickly jumped into action and stopped him. "I change my mind Kreacher, you do not have to perform my last order. Instead, I would like you to leave a note at the burial place of Albus Dumbledore." Mikayla scribbles down a quick note on a scrap piece of parchment, "Shove this note between the cracks of the lid of his grave so that it's inside, immediately and tell no one other than Headmaster Snape what you have done. Understood?" Kreacher confirmed he understood his orders before Disapparating.

Mikayla jumped into action as soon as Kreacher left, Apparating to Little Hangleton because she needed to bury the wand herself. The idea being to delay Voldemort from getting the wand for a couple of hours, it won't change the course of the future but it gives them time should anything interfere go wrong or right. It also passively informs Voldemort that they know what he's up to, and it might've caused him to falter his plan by practically handing over the Elder Wand to him. However, his narcissism of believing that only he knows of the wand's true name and the reputation of the Elder Wand will squash down any reason as to why he shouldn't use it. The narrative she is pushing (due to Dumbledore's breakdown of instructions) is that she has a vision that he would try to steal Dumbledore's wand and it was buried somewhere else to make a statement.

The statement being that there's nothing he can do to surprise her anymore, that she has mastered her gift and she will continue to interfere with every attack and scheme he and his followers orchestrate. Mikayla didn't think it was all that necessary to point out, there hasn't been an attack that she (or the Order) hasn't interfered with. Dumbledore stated in his instructions that it's because Voldemort believes he can fly under the radar while his followers cause chaos. The Death Eaters were his smokescreen according to Dumbledore, but it's no secret that they operated under Voldemort's rule, so a more suited title for their disastrous nature is being an intentional destructive distraction.

Mikayla was surprised with how barren the small town was, a pattern the blonde has picked up across the UK and Ireland, fear imprisoned most in their homes. However, what was strange about Little Hangleton was the fact that even the Muggles were acting shifty around Mikayla. As she walked through the mostly empty streets, towards the graveyard, eyes and whispers followed her. A part of her explained away the eeriness she was feeling to small town community behaviour, she was a stranger in a place where everyone knew each other's business. It was when a man dressed as a Muggle guard began following her that the panic started to set in, but she didn't let it show, continuing her journey to the graveyard.

The guard made no move to catch up or interact with her, until they had made it into the graveyard out of sight of the town below. "Mikayla Black." The voice was gravelly and unfamiliar, the young blonde trying to swallow down the bubbling panic attack over the fact he knew who she was. Mikayla plastered on her best non-threatening smile, slowly turning to face the man ready to completely deny her identity to learn how he knows who she is. "Oh, I'm sorry, Officer, were you trying to get my attention?" The guard's eyes fix on her face, recognition flashing across his face before he schools his expression into feigned bashfulness.