This is my third story that I've started. I am going to finish the others, I swear. I'm nearly finished on 'This Girl'. This is a new idea of mine.
Summary: It's set after Harry has finished Hogwart's. The war is still raging, with Voldemort gaining power. But now, the muggles have decided to intervene. Well. Some muggles. The story will revolve around the character of Lucile, but there will be lots of interaction with Harry, Ron and people in the Order.
Anyway, give it a read and see what you think. J.
Collision
BriefingIn a room three stories underneath Thames House nine people sat around a oval mahogany table. A tall, commanding black man sat at the head of the table. Intricate spirals were shaven in to his head, giving him a tribal appearance. The eight people sat with four on one side of the table, four on the other. Of the eight, only two were women. One was an attractive, petite blond woman with blue eyes and a clear complexion. The other was tall and foreboding. Her hair wasjet black hanging loosely around her shoulders and eyes weregrey, and devoid of all warmth. It made her skin look very pale and ghostly. She sat absently looking at the ceiling and playing with a loose strand of her charcoal hair. The men were mainly tall and broad shouldered with dangerous looks about them, all except one. He was shorter than the others, although, since the other men were all over 6ft 2", his 6ft still made him tall. He did not have as much muscle to his name as the others and his soft brown eyes made him look less dangerous. But looks can be deceiving.
Who would have thought the petite blond and the man with soft brown eyes could be killers? Who would have thought that they had killed through choice? As a living. Regularly.
Evidently the people they had killed, hadn't.
"Good Afternoon. I'm sorry to had pulled you off your current jobs, but we've had a major breakthrough." The tall black man at the head of the table said as he stood. "If you would all follow me."
The eight simultaneously rose and followed the man through a door in to a room behind him. The room was dimly lit, with shadows filling the corners. He flicked a switch and a metallic light illuminated the room. There were eight tables in the room, each had items of clothing folded neatly upon it.
"New wardrobes boss?" The slim man joked in a heavily American accent.
"Great! I need a new pair of shoes." said the blond woman, laughed.
"No stilettos here I'm afraid Claire." The black man said smiling. "This is our new equipment."
He walked to the nearest table and picked up a t-shirt.
"Actually Jones, this is exactly what you said, your new wardrobe." He paused. "You know it would be so much easier to get protective clothing for you lot if you would all wear the same things."
On closer inspection, the tables all bore name tags, and each table had a selection of clothing individual to the wearer. However, there was one similarity. All the clothes were black.
"Aww, but sir. If we didn't make things difficult for you, you'd get complacent," Jones replied.
"And we can't have our commanding officer thinking life is too easy." The brown eyed man said.
"I have you lot to stop my life being easy." Muttered the commander.
The group laughed.
"Anyway, back to the subject matter. These new clothes have a special feature. As you know, we've been suffering a lot from spell damage." There were scowls exchanged between members of the group. "So we took it to our magical allies, to help us out. As we're helping them out. And this is what they've turned up with."
A quiet but distinct mutter could be heard from the group.
"Allies my ass."
"That's enough Lucile. These guys are on the same side as us, we have an enemy in common. We're going to need to work together sometimes." He said firmly.
The cold eyed woman glared at him mutinously.
"So, these new clothes have a new layer integrated in to them. It's made from pure dragon skin, a mixture of Swedish short snout and Ukrainian Ironbelly, if you're interested. It's a very thin layer, you'll barely notice it. Now, dragon hide is basically impervious to magic. However, we're unsure of what the extent of this is. It should block you from more widely known curses, but I doubt that one layer will hold off an unforgivable, a couple of layers might protect you from the worst of one, but I'd rather that none of you decided to try it out. There is a flaw with these, none of them will cover your eyes, there are balaclavas, but even that won't cover your eyes, if you get hit in the eye, to be short, you're fucked."
"What about memory charms? Will they shield from them?" One of the larger men asked.
"In theory, yes. As I said, if you get hit directly in the eyes, no. Also, if someone casts a particularly strong spell, perhaps not. It depends how much you have on. Any other questions?" The commander said, looking around.
The blond woman spoke.
"Why does it always have to be black?"
"At least make one thing about equipment orders easy for me. I'm not ordering things in all the colours of the rainbow. Any sensible questions?"
Claire sniggered.
"I want you back in the meeting room in ten minutes for briefing." He said, then turned and strode back in to the meeting room.
The group moved to their respective tables and began to sort through the clothing. Lucile found her pile quite satisfactory, combats and loose trousers, a short and a long jacket and numerous vests and tight fitting black t-shirts, as well as the standard gloves, socks, beanie hats and balaclavas. She didn't mind black, it was all she wore anyway. She began to pack her stuff in to the holdall at the side of the table, glancing up to her right she caught the eye of the brown eyed man. He winked at her, smiling. A small smile played at her lips and a shot of warmth crossed her eyes, making them seem more blue than grey. Quickly, she looked down and continued to pack.
Once packed, everyone made their way back in to the meeting room where the commander was waiting. They sat down.
"Ok. Everyone happy?" He asked. "Well I don't care. I'm pulling you off your original targets. We've received some intel about a big session Voldemort is planning, and we want to disrupt his proceedings as much as we can."
The commander opened a laptop and pressed a button to dim the lights. A screen flickered to life behind him. On the screen appeared a map of England. Six red dots appeared on the map in different areas of the country.
"On the night of the 10th December, one month from now, murders and tortures are going to happen in these marked areas, on mass, it looks like some kind of ritual. We're not sure exactly where, we need you to find out. When you've found out, decide what the best plan of action is. You'll be working in teams of two, so watch out for each other. We want to take out as many of these bastards as we can."
The group nodded silently.
" Team 1, Claire Hackman and Gary Jones." The blond woman and the American man stood and walked to the front of the room. "You two are going to be covering London, here's your file." Gary took it and sat down. "Team 2, Lucile Scott and Matt Holden." The dark haired woman and the man with the brown eyes walked to the front. "You two will be covering the Birmingham and Worcestershire area, it's big I know, but you can handle it." He handed Lucile their file.
Lucile and Matt walked to the end of the table and sat down to analyse the file whilst the other teams were called. Quickly, they scan read the paperwork.
"What you think?" Matt murmured.
"Seems ok, main base in the city. They'll either go for mass havoc in the centre of Birmingham, or take prisoners on mass to the countryside." Lucile replied, still reading the list of Death Eaters suspected to be present.
"How can them guess which of these dicks are going to be there? They can apparate anywhere in the country anytime they like!" Lucile muttered.
"Have faith in our commander." Matt joked. "He has his sources I'm sure."
"Mmm" Lucile replied.
"Hey, nice apartment. Brand new. Excellent." Matt commented.
"Ok, everyone, you're dismissed. Send regular reports andwatch your backs." The commander said as he rose from the table.
"A question, sir." Lucile said, also standing.
"Speak."
"Can we expect any action from our 'allies'?" she hissed the final word.
"Perhaps, they don't have a great number in their force so we can't expect them everywhere. Remember, they won't be wearing masks, but they will be using magic. Just don't shoot them."
"Oh, I'll try my hardest." Lucile said snidely.
"Please do." The commander said shortly, as he turned and left.
"Albus, they're muggles. What the hell can they do?" Kingsley Shacklebolt stormed.
"You underestimate them Kingsley." Dumbledore said quietly. "They have more power than you think. Not through magic, have you learnt nothing of their wars?"
"Of course I know about their idiotic wars. But why are they involved in ours?" Kingsley snapped.
"It is as much their war as it is ours. The ministry does not wish for them to participate though. Even though they will loose many to Voldemort and his followers." Dumbledore said sadly.
"Well how can this group continue then? If the ministry does not allow it. Why don't ministry officials just go and wipe their memories?"
"They are a small group, and at the moment, beneath the ministry's notice. I would like it to stay that way. They are trying to help the Order and we should accept any help willing."
Kingsley looked rebellious.
"But what can they do? Against people other muggles are too terrified to do anything against." He said exasperated.
"They have their own weapons, it may even surprise Voldemort himself when news of them gets back to him. And it will soon, even though they hide the evidence. We haven't seen movement from Nott, Macnair andFinchly for a long while and apparentlyFrederick Hartenhasn't been to meetings in two weeks."
"Bah, muggle weapons."
"They can do great damage Kingsley." Dumbledore said gravely.
"Well, we'll see about that." He snapped. "What does the rest of the order think?"
"Ah yes, I have one request to ask of you." Dumbledore said.
"What?"
"Do not inform anyone else in the order of this group of muggles, they may not all think it is a good idea."
"I would like to be included in the category of not thinking it's a good idea." Kingsley said. "But I will keep silent."
"The Order will know soon enough I am sure. Come, we are expected at the meeting." Dumbledore said.
N.B. Thames House is the headquarters of MI:5 for those that didn't know. That's British internal affairs. MI:6 is external, all the James Bond stuff.
There we go. What do you think? I actually have a whole plot thing that can happen with this story so I hope you like it. Now review, review.