Crazy

Prologue: It can't go wrong

"It can't go wrong." He assured with a calmly and low voice. The woman with a dark complexion who was sitting next to Snatcher frowned with some kind of doubt. "I'm one of the best." He added, confident in his skills. The small, scornful smile has formed on her face.

"Yes, yes, Scabior: the best strategist on the Black Lord's services – I know it" she mocked. In her pronunciation was barely noticeable Russian accent. She looked straight ahead to meet with her glance a man's figure covered with a dark robe. The dark trees of Forbidden Forest were whispering around them. "It's repeated in your group, especially by Greyback, when they're after a few bottles of fire whiskey." She smirked when a memory came to her mind.

Man was still focused on a view of deep in a fog blurry contours of Hogwart castle's walls. Majestic building when it was hardly lighted by white moon's glimmers and surrounded with a night was showing its true character. It was pessimistic picture which he could compare to old photography of forgotten graves. It looked like magic school was in mourning (as its students) after headmaster's death.

Snatcher smiled mostly for company.

"To all intents and purposes..." Young woman continued once again pulling him out of his thoughtfulness. She was getting impatience which didn't surprised him. She was a new member of his group of Snatchers. She was still a whipster anyway – She finished a Durmstrang about an year ago as unregistered animagus. "Why do you need a student of Hogwart?"

When he heard a question, he grinned widely and in his green, watchful eyes flashed worrisome glimmer.

"I started to feel sorry for her..." She mumbled. It wasn't true at all, because Vanja hasn't got correctly developed feeling empathy. She sighed and fixed her eyes on overgrown with a grass common lands.