I have decided to make a Harry Potter story since I've been dying to for a while, but I wanted to see the Deathly Hallows part 2 first. I wanted a visual of the rest of the events in the book, and was greatly rewarded. And this story revolves around the last book, where the Ministry was taken over and there were killings of Muggles, but I added a twist: if Voldemort took everything a step further, where Muggles were still being murdered, but also enslaved. And of course, the story takes place in England. I do not own Harry Potter, but only the original characters throughout the story.
Chapter One.
The Signs.
Sally stood on the corner of Shaftesbury Avenue, leaning on the rail with her elbows, a lit cigarette hanging on the corner of her tea rose colored lips. Next to her stood her gay best friend, Kevin. He was looking at a map of London, talking about what they could do next. He recently had his hair cut to where he was almost bald, his black hairs barely peeking form his scalp. He wore a nude colored thick coat with a cream shirt and a cream turtleneck underneath. His khaki pants hung at his hips with a tan belt and brown Steve Madden Buff Oxfords. His clothes seemed designer.
Besides Kevin stood Lily, her short curvy friend had a white beret on, contrasting with her thick, black hair that had a purple sheen. She wore comfortable clothing consisting of a thick hoodie and baggy pants with sneakers. The last friend present, Miranda, had her dark brown hair wavy while wearing incredibly thick clothing since she was so thin, but looked at ease with her hands stuffed in her pockets, "Oh my God, Kevin, just take us to Big Ben and get shit over with." Miranda whined as Kevin glanced at her, "Hell fucking no we are not going on another boring ass tour I swear to God. I wanted to go to Ireland and go to a fucking pub crawl, but I guess London is so much more exciting." Kevin ranted, scanning through the papers, "You guys, we just wasted an assload of money on seeing Rock of Ages and it was a waste of damn time. Can't we go to the hotel?" Lily joined the conversation.
"Lily I swear to God we will do something." Kevin promised as Lily scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, I'd rather be in a fucking orgy with girls than be in this cold ass weather." Lily groaned, crossing her arms tighter.
"We will do something worthwhile. Trafalgar Square?"
"No, Kevin! Just take me to the hotel!"
"Sally, what do you think?" Kevin asked Sally, hoping she'd give the conversation closure, choosing where they'd go next.
Sally took the cigarette from her thick, chapped lips, blowing whatever smoke was left in her. She threw the cancer stick on the ground and put it out with her tan furred boots, sighing. Her white parka hoodie was pulled over her head, the tan fur keeping her shoulder-length dirty blonde hair hidden and her head warm. Her green-blue eyes had fatigue in the them after the musical, and her pale skin looked paler, contrasting with her pink cheeks and red nose. She sniffed. She stood up straight, her tight light blue jeans squeezing her legs. She looked past her friends, sighing.
People, in groups, have been running around frantically. Most of them wore strange clothing, not what you would see on a regular person. They were cloaks and robes and, what appeared to be for a few of them, pointed wizard hats. Halloween had ended a three days ago, so what were these people doing? The blonde looked back at her friends and shrugged, shoving her white fingerless gloved hands into her pockets, "I'm thinking what the hell are these people doing running around." It was more of a statement than a question as she nodded her head, gesturing towards the running people.
Kevin looked at the people, then at Sally, "I don't know, there have been people like that all day." He shrugged as Miranda crossed her arms like Lily, "Maybe some stupid Rapture shit." She added.
"Or Slenderman."
"Kevin. Stop talking about him." Miranda said, rolling her eyes towards the boy and he stared at her with his deep brown eyes.
"I'm not kidding about this."
"GUYS." Sally came into the conversation, yelling at them with wide tired eyes. "Can we please just keep moving. Maybe if we follow them we could find out something?" She whispered, watching another strange clothed group come walking by and Sally nodded her heads towards them. The three nodded as Sally walked with a quick pace after them.
Sally actually had pretty good senses, a strong smell, a strong sight, and a somewhat strong hearing. She blasts music through her headphones usually at least all week. But she isn't deaf yet. Kevin was walking next to her, staring at the map, trying to act like they were tourists, even though they were. He was trying to make it obvious. Sally's brown eyebrows were furrowed and she stared at her feet and the back of the black coat near her toes whenever she took a step, ". . . You-Know-Who . . . taking over the Ministry . . . too far . . . murdering Muggles and Muggle-borns . . . enslaving them . . ." Sally stopped quickly once the strange people turned the corner. Kevin was wide-eyed, "Holy shit. Someone is murdering people. Should we tell somebody?" Sally gulped and shook her head, "For some reason, I think this is way too far out of our hands." Kevin sighed at her quiet response, turning to Lily and Miranda who knew nothing.
"We're going back to the hotel." Kevin said, glancing at Sally.
"FINALLY." Lily yelled loudly.
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Sally sat on her bed in the hotel room while Kevin was taking his coat off by the window, staring at the streets below, "That was an awful lot of information for something we don't know." Kevin mumbled, folding his coat and delicately and placing it on his bed. He began to rub his hands together for warmth. He turned and looked at Sally for a response, "Why the hell would they be talking about something so important around so many people?" She asked, looking up at him.
"Well nobody pays any attention to other people."
"Who the hell is You-Know-Who? What are Muggles and Muggle-borns?"
"If they're being murdered then we'd know about it."
"Unless they are being murdered and supposedly enslaved in a different country." Kevin went to his suitcase and pulled out his Macbook, sitting on the chair by the window.
"That seems more likely." He said, turning it on and typing something frantically and stared at the screen with an intent look.
Sally stood up and walked over to him and watched him from behind the chair, "What'd you look up?" She asked as he sighed, "I looked up Muggles, and there was nothing. Then I looked up Muggle-borns and nothing on that too. I don't understand. What the hell is going on?"
"Something the government or Ministry doesn't want us knowing?"
"Probably. It'd have to do with the Ministry, not our government, because I have never heard these names or words my entire life." There was a pause between them. She felt uneasy. Who was being murdered and enslaved? Should they be concerned?
"Kevin. Should we buy plane tickets for tomorrow and get out of here?" Sally asked. There was a pause that made her feel even more uncomfortable, a feeling of fear building in the pit of her stomach, but it wasn't strong. Kevin nodded.
"Yeah. Go tell Miranda and Lily. We need to get out of here." Sally nodded, but remembered Kevin's eyes were glued to the screen.
"'Kay." She said with another nod, leaving her room.
Sally walked next door and knocked on the door to Lily and Miranda's room, and Lily answered, wearing even more clothing, "What?" She asked as Sally pushed through Lily, walking with haste into the room. Miranda looked at Sally, from her bed "What's wrong?" She asked. Sally stood in the middle of the room in front of the television. Lily walked over towards Miranda whom was now standing.
"We're leaving back to New York." Sally said with a hardness in her eyes.
"What-why!" Miranda yelled as Lily looked upset with a gaping mouth.
"Because, there is something going on."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean . . . Remember all those people we've seen rushing around?"
"Yeah?"
"There is something going on in London, generally in England probably, that is putting everybody, everybody, in danger. We are buying plane tickets now for tomorrow, okay? We need to get home and then things should be better. Should be. Whatever is happening here shouldn't affect us in America. Hopefully."
"There are a lot of presumptions."
"Look, trust me, okay?" Sally said with a strain, losing patience. The two nodded, "Fine." Lily said as Sally paused, but then nodded, leaving their room and back to her room with Kevin.
Sally walked in with more haste in her steps and saw Kevin already packing, "We're going back to New York." She said as Kevin nodded, "Good. I don't want to stay here any longer with shit going on. Next time, we're going to Ireland." Sally laughed lightly, packing her clothes but leaving some out for tomorrow, "Oh, but of course Kevin!" She said with a laugh.
"I'm going to shower quickly." Kevin said and Sally nodded, sitting on her bed with a smile and crossed arms. When the door closed, the smile fell and she sighed.
She was hoping that she doesn't get caught up in whatever the hell was happening, and hoping that her friends don't either. To only think they got here four days ago, and were supposed to stay for another five, but now they have to leave. Well, their lives could be on the line, everyone in London. But Sally shouldn't be assuming that everything is happening, or will happen, or could. The idea of the death of her or her friends was terrifying. She'd rather be enslaved. No, she'd rather be dead. Death would be the nicest thing they could give her instead of being forced to do . . . whatever. Sally gulped. She never told Lily or Miranda what she and Kevin had heard. She didn't want to upset them, or herself anymore.
Kevin walked out of the bathroom with steam pouring out. He was shirtless, but wearing what appeared to be basketball shorts. Kevin didn't have much to flaunt. He was cleaning out the water from his ears with the towel that was slung around his neck. He looked at Sally and saw she was in deep thought, "Sally, if you stop thinking about it you won't be so upset. Don't worry about it. We'll be fine and back in New York and shopping at Topshop in no time." He reassured her and she smiled lightly, "Yeah, you're right. It's putting me in a bad mood so I'll stop." She looked up at him and he smiled.
"Good, now let's drink wine and dance to The Edge of Glory." Sally laughed.
"You get started, I need to shower." She said, walking to her suitcase and pulling out her leopard print pajamas and undergarments, then walking into the bathroom.
Sally immediately frowned, turning on the shower. She undressed and shivered, the hot air licking her body as she stepped inside. It was at the perfect temperature: hell. She washed her hair and body quickly, contemplating what she should do if anything was to happen. Whatever. She should just listen to Kevin. Sally turned the handle to shut it off and dried her body off, putting her hair into another towel and getting dressed.
She stepped out of the bathroom and saw Lily, Miranda, and Kevin dancing to Lady Gaga with an open bottle of wine, "Without me!" Sally yelled with a dramatically sad face, fully aware that she told them to start without her. Miranda laughed and pulled Sally into a hug, kissing her. Sally laughed as well. Miranda was sober and is pansexual. Sally claims to be straight, but has kissed Miranda before, though that was the only girl she approves of when it comes to kissing or making out. Even though they never made out, only little kisses. Kevin tossed the open bottle at Sally and she yelled, grapping it by the neck. She sighed with a chuckle, taking a deep swig and sighing.
Sally walked over to the iHome that held Lily's iPod, and the blonde went through the songs then stopped, grinning. Everyone laughed with a groan emitting from Kevin who wanted to listen to some more Gaga, "My, my, my, music hits me, so hard. Makes me say, "Oh my Lord!" Thank you for blessing me with a mind to rhyme and two hype feet!" Everyone started rapping and laughing, trying to dance since none of them can't.
Sally was leaning against the window, laughing as Miranda started to do a silly wannabe breakdancing jig. She looked out the window and her whole body seemed to freeze. Her laugh paused and her smile was still there, but happiness left her eyes as her heart dropped. She stared through the glass at the night sky, light emitting from the streets, seeing something rush by through the slightly lit sky. It wasn't a bird or plane, but three more followed. Something black shot across the sky, and it had the odd shape of a cloaked human, since she saw legs like a human's. She looked back at everyone with her frozen smile, and thankfully they hadn't noticed her.
Kevin looked at Sally, and her smile fell. Kevin's smile didn't falter, he was going to keep up a façade, "Hey guys, let's cut this party short, we have a plane to catch at ten thirty in the morning." He said and Lily and Miranda grumbled, leaving and saying their good nights. Kevin watched them close the door, and he turned off his iPod, standing in silence as he threw the empty bottle away in an unbearable silence. The kind of silence that followed after a fight and it's tense with a hint of awkwardness.
He took a seat on his bed, looking at Sally who was looking at the floor, trying to catch her thoughts, "What did you see?" He asked. She stood in a silence that she needed, a long-needed pause, "I saw something streak across the sky. Three shot across."
"Was it birds?"
"No."
"Planes?"
". . . No." Kevin stared at her. "I think they were people." He continued to stare at her while she moved her head up, meeting his gaze with hers.
"That's ridiculous."
"Well, it's what I saw okay? I don't understand it either. First, weird people talk about enslavement and murder of whatever the hell Muggles and Muggle-borns are, and You-Know-Who. Who the fucking bloody hell is You-Know-Who?"
"They must be terrified, too scared to say someone's name."
"All I want is to get to the bottom of this, but I know I shouldn't. It'll only lead to more trouble. But leaving me left in the unknown will probably bug me the rest of my life unless I meet a Muggle or something I don't even know anymore Kevin." Kevin folded his hands, resting his forearms on his knees, looking at the ground, then back up at Sally.
"Try to forget about it tonight, and we'll see what we can come up with tomorrow, okay? We'll talk on the plane, even in the airport. Tonight is not the night to worry about these things. It isn't-"
"-Healthy, I know. It's just bothering me intensely, it's ridiculous. It's like trying to translate something of Shakespeare's into modern English!"
"Those poor translators."
"I know! And I feel like I have to translate what those odd ass people said into something we can understand."
"Sally, I feel like you're getting too deep into this whole mess."
"What?"
"Don't worry about You-Know-Who-"
"-We don't know what this guy, or girl for that matter, is capable of!"
"Obviously killing Muggles and Muggle-borns."
"And we don't know who, or what, those are, Kevin." Sally sighed, running a hand through her fully dried hair and walked over to her bed, plopping down onto the nicely made sheets. She squeezed the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger.
"Sally." She looked at Kevin.
"What now?" She said in a light voice that was hoarse.
"We'll look into this tomorrow. Don't worry about it tonight."
"Fine." Sally grumbled, wiggling under the sheets as Kevin did the same in his bed. "Night Kevin."
"Night." He replied as she turned the lights off, lying on her stomach with the side of her head on the pillow, staring at the wall. What if they didn't leave in time? What if they get killed? Sally gulped with strain.
She just needed sleep. Besides, why was this getting to her? It might have nothing to do with her, besides, what the hell is a Muggle? Or a Muggle-born? She felt more at ease. Nothing bad usually happens to her, unless it is school related. She is awful in school. Oh well, she is a senior and will be turning eighteen in two months. She'll live to see the day, and so will the rest of her friends. Life can be good, it can be promising. Hopefully hers will be as well.
