Planning's and Preparation of

Bath, Somerset.

(Bella's POV)

Walking down an eerie road that was devoid of any pedestrians. Any normal would think twice unless necessary.

'Unless you are a crazy powerful, charming witch.'

She mused to herself.

Somerset, an old Britain City, holds significance to both muggles and Magicals. Some magical families even started from here. Before, they were tricked and engulfed by the upcoming Black family. Now only the remnants were left, with bitter hatred.

Due to the contracts, they couldn't harm the Black family in any form, but they came up with an ingenious way to take revenge. Spreading infighting. Marrying their daughter to a Black family member and then supporting that person to become the new house of the head. This led to severe in-fighting, fathers killing sons, and brothers backstabbing each other. It got so worse that the family started controlling birth rates. Aunt Cassiopeia had told her how there used to be at least thirty members of the family each generation, but now.

Bitterly thinking about how far we have fallen. "A prodigal son returning, three wayward daughters, and a nephew, whom his uncle will soon kill than accept."

I had no illusion that Sirius would accept Draco and see him dead while keeping Narcissa in a lie. History was repeating itself.

*knock knock*

Knocking on the door of the dingy house.

*Creak Creak*

A blonde head peeked out and stared at her as if trying to recall her. Before barking, laughter breaks through his mouth.

Unnoticed by him, I had placed a silent enchantment around the front porch, a habit she had picked up from Sirius.

"Kuh Kuh, look at what magic brought, a lost black lamb *cough*."

I cut him off as my wand jabbed him in the throat.

In a sickly sweet voice, she said, "this lamb can become a wolf, too, if you want."

"The Black family orders you to honor your contract."

He bursts through the door.

A sheer look of hatred on his face would have made her recoil if she hadn't seen more terrifying ones.

He spat, "Honor!" "that word shouldn't be used in your mouth."

"If it weren't for those damn oath.,,uhhhhhhhhh ..bitch"

"Crucio"

The spell hits him, and  as he spasms on the ground, I look around for ambushes,

"Honor your bindings, just as your ancestors did, and don't skivvy it in any way."

Throwing the files on him as he regains his bearing and breathes heavily.

"Check these files, and find the people them, their situation, and locations; also, I want everything about Malfoy you can find."

"I declare that anything we discussed and will further discuss will remain secret."

*SWISH* A golden glow binds the two of them.

The man looked at me with a bit of fear and well-hidden hatred.

She turned away, left the area, and appeared at her next destination.

The names she gave were those Aunt Cassiopeia saved; based on their situation, she will visit them with Sirius to figure out a big plan to bring Malfoy down.

She had a few other people to visit before capturing her former colleague.

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(Sirius POV)

In an illusion, I was sitting in a dirty bar in the underbelly of Knockturn alley. Here you can find everything. From whores, dirty duels, and loan sharks magical equivalent drugs. Illegal potion ingredients. Any self-righteous fool would become indignant to see this place, but 'these types of places' are necessary evils of society. The Wizengamot allows it, even the so-called light blocs. They may hate this place but will allow it because it helps keep the 'evil vices' in check. It's better to be here where it's controllable, unlike other sites where it can get out of hand.

Though my purpose in coming here was for information, I wonder if Malfoy would have bought people here. I know; if someone came looking for my information, I would know.

I could look for someone else, Quirinus Quirrell. The main enemy in the first movie of Harry Potter. Who is now on a grand tour where he will come across the shade of Voldemort? I am still determining the exact location of the flying lord, so tagging Quirrell will help further the plans.

*Creak*

The chair beside is pulled out,

"so what does a wizard proficient in illusion come to ask us?"

My new tablemate was a tan man with an average build. However, he had a lazy smirk on his face. His answer did shock me a little, but I had hidden the shock. But it's arrogant of me to think that thousands of years of magic would make wizards stupid or lack common sense. Especially wizards in the underworld, constantly evolving to avoid backstabs, murders, attacks, lies, and trickery.

Not noticing my expression, he does peer into my eyes a little,

"Though illusion without a wand is very, veeerry rare. Your peculiar, my friend."

I cockily smirked at him "well, what do they say? A magician never reveals his secrets."

Chuckling at my reply, he turns serious and asks about my purpose.

I was curious "How would you know if I didn't want anything? I could want to sit here."

He shakes his head. "You have been here for an hour and haven't ordered your drink nor participated in any fights. You never responded to the prostitutes present. Meaning you are waiting for our unique services.

After indulging my curiosity, I stated my purse "Hogwarts professor for muggle studies, Quirinus Quirrell. I want his exact location."

"Hmm, location of a person that too of a pureblood. It will cost a lot. Let's see 20000  Galleons."

Not bothering to negotiate, I handed him the payments. Looking at the pouch, he takes it and goes back to the door behind the counter.

I had made pouches of galleons. Some contained thousand, some containing up to thirty thousand. All were stored in a bigger enchanted pouch.

Soon my attention shifted to the duel going on the stage.

"Kill that fucker"

The contestant sent a blasting curse, which the other parried and sent multiple dark curses.

"Protego"  He stops a couple of spells, but one manages to nick the shoulder of his wand arm, dislodging him.

He yelps!

The contestant didn't waste time, sending bone breakers on his disorganized opponent. Who couldn't defend? He was sent flying off the stage, injured, and likely in a coma. The healers present were leisurely walking toward the wounded while flirting with barmaid. This shows the lack of professionalism o this area.

"the winner is Goren Walkav"

"Yeahhhh"

"UWUWOOOO"

"bastard, I lost my bets."

The door behind the counter opened. The man walked back with a letter in his hand.

"Here you, my friend, pleasure doing business."

He smiles broadly, though with hidden nastiness.

Taking the letter, I open it and see. Quirl had been seen in Greece a week ago. Greece, which borders Albania.

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(Kreacher POV)(Shitty english)

Kreacher was soo happy, all his dreams be coming true.

Good Master Reguals Order was fulfilled, and New Dogmaster was helping build House Black good again.

Now Kreacher was with missy Black to help her defeat that stupid elf that dared to stand in Black House way.

Missy had even procured a shiny artifact which she told Dogmastaer that would destroy wards of the enemy house.

*POP*

Getting to enemy house he saw how missy Black, using magic and surround house in circle, then be throwing artifacts in the middle of circle.

"BOMB"

The magic made Kreacher fly off and hit the ground. But Kreacher wasn't mad. No Kreacher was happy because Missy Black so strong.

Feeling the wards weakening, he readied himself for the blasted elf.

"*POP*"

"Who be you, attacking Masters Crouch house" That is what all the elf could say before Kreacher sent it flying with a blast of his magic. And then tackled it.

Another *Bomb* was heard that was sign of Missy Black attacking the now weakening wards and breaking in.

"NOOOOO!"

The elf cries and struggles hard but can't do anything against the mighty house black elf.

He grins sadistically at the elf.

As he was about to strangle the elf, he heard his Missy call him.

"Kreacher, I am bringing a person with me."

Get ready to leave

He looks back and saw how Missy Black had ugly man floating behind her.

He nod he leaves with the elf

*POP*

Note: Guys, should I use elves povs in the future? Please let me know.