Alteri Huic
Someone was out to assassinate Hermione Granger and the one and only suspect was Draco Malfoy, the Angel of death. Skilled ferociously at the art of combat, Angel was not to be reckoned with. But how could Hermione ever suspect the devilishly handsome debonair that had suddenly entered her life? AU.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. r&r.
Chapter one
"I need the Angel of death," A man with wild red hair spoke into the receiver, covering it with his left hand, muffling his voice.
No one replied.
"H-hello, hello?" The man was frantic, sweat pooling on his brow.
The line went dead.
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"Ronald, are you there?" Hermione waved a hand over his eyes, trying to catch his attention. His eyes were listless and distant.
Hermione sighed, running a hand through her unkempt hair. She stared at her husband's face again, getting worried and concerned. What was with him?
She grabbed his hand into hers and was surprised when he jerked his hand away. He opened wide reproachful eyes at her, his mouth halfway open.
"G-get away from m-me." Ron spoke so softly.
Hermione gaped, taken aback. "W-what?" She was so confused. For the past three days Ron was acting weirdly. He never touched his food, skipped work and just sat on the dining table, not caring to sleep or eat. Something was going on and she had to find out what it was.
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WANTED: ANGEL OF DEATH
REWARD: $500, 000, 000.00
Draco Malfoy, or commonly known as the Angel of death was last seen at the violent assassinations of Mr. Ralf Haudiere and his children, Becky, 6, and Eddie, 3. Malfoy is extremely armed and dangerous. He has no conscience and has so far murdered 230 people, children and adult alike. Any sighting of this man should be reported immediately.
Harry Potter, the chief inspector of the police stared vilely at the face of the man in front of him. Angel of death my gluteus maximus. How many years have I been chasing this man?
Harry took the papers hot off the press. As he got out of the building, he handed every single person who headed his way a flier.
I'll catch you someday. He thought as he headed for his apartment. Harry's home was modestly furnished. He had the palette of warmth and coziness. Everything was gold, bronze and ruby red. He smiled as he looked about.
When that someday comes, I'll be filthy rich and you'll be rotting in jail… He smiled again at the thought of it
A/N Well.. It's extremely short.. but that isn't the end of Chapter one.. r&r please..