Andrew Rivers and the Legend of the Stone
Hello!~ KennyQ here after a long hiatus on Fanfiction! Sorry I didn't finish my other story Silent Secrets of Inaba but maybe I may finish it after I finish this work series placed on the Harry Potter universe. The story has been taking form in my head for the past month during the dark days during Hurricane Maria's passing through the island of Puerto Rico and here I present you the first chapter! Enjoy and please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (or anybody else in this story except for the Rivers family) This chapter is based on JK Rowling's "Prequel", written in 2008.
Chapter 1 – A Silent December Chase
It was a cold December night. It was two days before New Year's Eve of 1980. A speeding motorcycle took the sharp corner so fast in the darkness that the three policemen in the pursuing car shouted "Whoa!" Sergeant Fisher slammed his large foot on the brake, trying not to skid and crash on the pavement and thinking that the boy who was riding pillion was sure to be flung under his wheels under the snow; however, the motorbike made the turn without unseating either of its riders, and with a wink of its red tail light, vanished up the narrow side street.
"We've got 'em now!" cried PC Anderson excitedly. "That's a dead end!"
Leaning hard on the steering wheel and crashing his gears, Fisher scraped half the paint off the flank of the car as he forced it up the alleyway in pursuit. Anthony Rivers, the new recruit of the local police force looked warily at their surroundings. Young Mr. Rivers joined the police force three months previously. But Mr. Rivers had a secret. He was an undercover Auror, a magical law enforcer of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, who was directed by Bartemius Crouch, Sr. at the time. He went undercover to investigate a series of attacks caused by Death Eaters. That night it was the first outdoor investigation, which came out as fruitless until they encountered this odd commotion.
There in the headlights sat their quarry, stationary at last after a quarter of an hour's chase. The two riders were trapped between a towering brick wall and the police car, which was now crashing towards them like some growling, luminous-eyed predator. There was so little space between the car doors and the walls of the alley that Fisher and Anderson had difficulty extricating themselves from the vehicle. It injured their dignity to have to inch, crab-like, towards the miscreants. Fisher dragged his generous belly along the wall, tearing buttons off his shirt as he went, and finally snapping off the wing mirror with his backside.
"Get off the bike!" he bellowed at the smirking youths, who sat basking in the flashing blue light as though enjoying it.
They did as they were told. Finally pulling free from the broken wind mirror, Fisher glared at them. They seemed to be in their late teens. The one who had been driving had long black hair; his insolent good looks reminded Fisher unpleasantly of his daughter's guitar-playing, layabout boyfriend. The second boy also had black hair, though his was short and stuck up in all directions; he wore glasses and a broad grin. Both were dressed in T-shirts emblazoned with a large golden bird; the emblem, no doubt, of some deafening, tuneless rock band. Agent Rivers suddenly noted the situation but he stayed silent. He just let the situation to unfurl by itself.
"No helmets!" Fisher yelled, pointing from one uncovered head to the other. "Exceeding the speed limit by - by a considerable amount!" (In fact, the speed registered had been greater than Fisher was prepared to accept that any motorcycle could travel.) "Failing to stop for the police!"
"We'd have loved to stop for a chat," said the boy in glasses, "only we were trying —"
"Don't get smart - you two are in a heap of trouble!" snarled Anderson. "Names!"
"Names?" repeated the long-haired driver. "Er — well, let's see. There's Wilberforce . . . Bathsheba . . . Elvendork . . ."
"And what's nice about that one is, you can use it for a boy or a girl," said the boy in glasses.
"Oh, our names, did you mean?" asked the first, as Anderson spluttered with rage. "You should've said! This here is James Potter, and I'm Sirius Black!"
Agent Rivers snapped into attention. "Potter and Black?" he thought. Of all the people who he could've encountered, it had to be these two. "Things'll be seriously black for you in a minute, you cheeky little —"
But neither James nor Sirius was paying attention. They were suddenly as alert as gundogs, staring past Fisher, Rivers and Anderson, over the roof of the police car, at the dark mouth of the alley. Then, with identical fluid movements, they reached into their back pockets. For the space of a heartbeat both policemen imagined guns gleaming at them, but a second later they saw that the motorcyclists had drawn nothing more than —
"Drumsticks?" jeered Anderson. "Right pair of jokers, aren't you? Right, we're arresting you on a charge of —". But Anderson never got to name the charge. Anthony confirmed his worse suspicions at that instant. "Really, these two couldn't be more than a bunch of idiots… Risking the Statute of Secrecy…" he mumbled to himself. James and Sirius had shouted something incomprehensible, and the beams from the headlights had moved.
The policemen wheeled around, then staggered backwards. Three men were flying - actually flying - up the alley on broomsticks - and at the same moment, the police car was rearing up on its back wheels. Fisher's knees bucked; he sat down hard; Anderson tripped over Fisher's legs and fell on top of him, as flump — bang — crunch — they heard the men on brooms slam into the upended car and fall, apparently insensible, to the ground, while broken bits of broomstick clattered down around them. Anthony felt his own wand in his pocket, but he decided not to take it out.
The motorbike had roared into life again. His mouth hanging open, Fisher mustered the strength to look back at the two teenagers.
"Thanks very much!" called Sirius over the throb of the engine. "We owe you one!"
"Yeah, nice meeting you!" said James. "And don't forget: Elvendork! It's unisex!"
There was an earth-shattering crash, and Fisher and Anderson threw their arms around each other in fright; their car had just fallen back to the ground. Now it was the motorcycle's turn to rear. Before the policemen's disbelieving eyes, it took off into the air: James and Sirius zoomed away into the night sky, their tail light twinkling behind them like a vanishing ruby.
Fisher and Anderson, both deeply shocked, sat on the floor watching the departing motorcycle. Meanwhile, Rivers went behind the police car and started checking who the three people who crashed onto the car were. He noticed the unusual but recognizable clothing. Black robes, and a skull mask. Definitely these were Death Eaters. He extracted his wand from his uniform and shot a silent Stupefy to each of the Death Eaters, tied them up with a quick Incarcerous and Disillusioned them.
"We should call it a night, guys. It's nearly 1 a.m." said Rivers to the other two. Fisher snapped out of it, pulled Anderson to a standing position and they went into the damaged police car. "The Inspector won't be very glad to see the state of this vehicle in the morning" sighed Fisher. For the next twenty minutes they drove downtown to their police station. Anderson went on his car back to his home, still shaken by what had transpired earlier. Fisher, on the other hand stayed to file a report. Rivers quickly extracted his wand and sent a quick Confundus Charm towards him, just to be on the safe side.
He then wandered to a nearby alley, and transfigured his normal muggle police uniform back to his Auror uniform. He then sprinted four blocks back to the street where they encountered Potter and Black. He removed the Disillusionment Charm and quickly held the ropes holding the three Death Eaters and Apparated away. A couple of minutes later, he reached the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic, where he found the Aurors Alastor Moody, Rufus Scrimgeour and Amelia Bones waiting for him.
"So, captured three more of these whelps raggling on the Muggle world eh, lad?" grunted Moody.
"Yes sir, found them four blocks south of the station I am currently working. They were chasing two unidentified teens. They crashed against the police car and while my other two companions dealt with the kids, I stunned and tied these guys up. They are definitely Death Eaters", said Rivers calmly.
"They don't seem to be high ranking Death Eaters though", pointed out Auror Bones. "But at least we're cleaning the streets of this scum that is scouring the land."
"Great job Auror Rivers. You are dismissed. Auror Bones, let us take these two to the Ministry cells to interrogation as quick as possible." Scrimgeour and Bones took them towards the elevator. Moody stayed looking at Rivers impatiently. "So, who were they chasing then, Rivers? It didn't sound like if they were chasing Muggles."
"They were after Potter and Black, sir." answered Rivers in a slightly irritated tone. "Those two were on a motorcycle, no doubt that it's Black's… And we chased them while on our night patrol on that area. I swear, those two don't seem to have an ounce of logic between them. Nearly breaking the Statute of Secrecy, using magic in front of Muggles, it's a bloody miracle that I didn't say nothing about who the Death Eaters were chasing or those two would be out of the Auror program faster than you can recite the twelve uses of dragon's blood."
"Aye, lad. I'll have a word with them soon. Just three years fresh out of Hogwarts and they are acting recklessly. They don't think of the consequences. Unlike them, you have a good head on your shoulders." Moody checked the watch in the Atrium and saw that it was nearly 2 o' clock in the morning. "Well, I must be leaving. Remember Rivers, watch your hid and CONSTANT VIGILANCE!", said Moody.
"Yes sir, always on the lookout.", replied Rivers. Moody clunked towards the nearest fireplace and Flooed out of the Ministry. Rivers went and did the same. When he reached his home on number 17, Magnolia Road in Little Whinging, he was greeted by his wife Janice Rivers neé Summerby, carrying her two year old boy Andrew, who was soundly asleep on her shoulder.
"Hi dear, how was tonight's patrol?" said Janice as she kissed her husband.
"Tiring Janice… I captured three Death Eaters today. But guess who they were following?" said Anthony in hushed voices.
"Who?" said Janice surprised. "They were following Potter and Black, who were on that flying motorcycle of the latter. I swear those two aren't thinking straight. They still think they're the pranking lords of Hogwarts, I swear…" sighed Anthony. Janice nodded in confirmation. "Yeah, they were a year under mine. Thank Merlin you weren't on Gryffindor with them because us in Gryffindor couldn't manage their hijinks too much."
"They still pranked mostly everyone, though. Remember in my seventh year when they transfigured my old Potions book into a parrot and the damn thing flew off? I was so mad at them because I needed that book to finish the midterm NEWT essay for Slughorn. At least old Sluggy had spare ones or I would've been in serious trouble."
Janice smiled at the memory that the Hufflepuff had recounted. The poor parrot book was seen all day flying through the grounds until it vanished into the Forbidden Forest. Then she yawned and spoke. "Anthony, we should go back to bed. I'll put Andy in his crib and we can sleep in tomorrow. My sisters are coming to help me with the New Year's party preparatives at three." She went and deposited the boy in his crib, tucked him in and she went to their bedroom to sleep.