The Dark Lioness

Chapter 10

La Brebais Perdue. A small cafe on the corner of a quiet street located in Bayeux, France. A cafe that combined muggle and wizard society. Most muggles who saw the herbs that were on sale and strange artefacts believed it was a modern version of paganism or something known as 'Wicca'. Most muggle just shook off whatever it was and carried on with what they were doing. That didn't stop some people being intrigued and asking about it and researching it. The owner would smile and give books and other things to help those who wished to learn.

The cafe attracted many people from all over and in the summer many people would come to the cafe to buy all kinds of teas and baked goods. Although the food was amazing many of the 'regulars' would come to marvel at the gorgeous woman who owned and ran the cafe. She had dark almost pitch black hair, fair skin with no blemishes to be seen. Her blue eyes would sparkle in a mysterious and almost all-knowing way. Her smile set everyone at ease and made her popular with everyone who met her.

Today was a day like any other, started the same and seemed to be carrying on like the days before. That was until a tall blond-haired woman walked in and sat at one of the tables in the back corner. Raising a dark eyebrow the landlady walked towards the young woman with a tray with tea and cakes. Sitting opposite the woman she simply set the teacups and cakes down before gazing blue eyes into cerulean blue. "I am rather surprised you decided to meet with me," the woman stated.

"And why would that be?" The blonde woman simply smirked and took a small sip of tea with a hum. "Well tante you are after all a retired woman at the prime senior age of.. 38."

"Watch your tongue flower else I'll make you pay for this food and tea."

"You wound me. I would have paid anyway. How is it working here? Very different than Beauxbatons I imagine." The dark-haired witch smirked.

"Very different. Though I do admit I miss teaching enchantments and a bit of creative writing as well as the students. However, I get to be with my wife every day so why should I complain?" The blonde-haired woman softly smiled at the dark-haired witch before straightening.

"What did you want to talk to me really about Fleur?" Fleur seemed to think for a little amount of time scanning around the cafe until her eyes settled on her aunt again. "I was given a task by my friend who my veela and I consider more of a daughter or niece. Makes no difference. She has begun a relationship with a socially undesirable person."

"Speak plainly Fleur. Reading between lines will not help if you wish my council," the older woman cut in. Sighing Fleur spoke again with a flick of her hand a strong ward of silencing charms and other spells were in place stopping anyone from listening in. "My friend Hermione has begun courting Bellatrix Black more notoriously Bellatrix LeStrange. They, I believe are soulmates. Hermione has asked me to help with a task given to her by Bellatrix's sister, Narcissa Malfoy." Fleur gave a significant look to her aunt.

"What does she want from you Fleur?"

"Bellatrix and Narcissa have been trying to find their lost sister. Not Andromeda as far as I am aware they may have begun talking and making amends with each other. Now, what does this have to do with my task? Tell me, Cordelia, what happened when you were younger and why did you get moved to the French branch of the house of Prewett?"

1 week earlier

Hermione sat in the window sill of Malfoy manor's library with a pad of parchment half-written in ink and random members of the house of Prewett scattered all over the pages. Hermione growled in frustration as she read all the names and where they live. She had checked every book on all kinds of strange pureblood writings. This was her 5th day of perusing the library's stacks of books. She had even written to her mathair and has had no luck. Hermione almost wished she was in the Hogwarts library before she realised that if a library owned by one of the biggest pureblood supremacists did not have anything about the all but dead house of the 28 families, Hogwarts most certainly would not. She even briefly in a moment of pure aggravation and frustration thought about owling Molly Weasley before deciding against it for her own sanity and wellbeing. Nearly giving up from her 4-hour search green eyes scanned the pages one last time before coming across the names Wilfred Prewett and Lucrecia Delaune. Hermione looked at the names and saw that the couple had lived in England before moving to France in 1960.