Chapter One

The Hole

"Let's not make small talk, eh? You know why you're here…you are here not because you are the best, but because you are better than the best. You are here cause you're the only suckers left standing after the six month test we take for you lot to drag your arses up here. It don't matter that half of you gonna be gone by the end of the year. It don't matter cause now that you here there ain't no turnin' back, you leave here you leave with a badge of honor and a pink retirement slip or you go out in a stretcher with a white cloth over your head, got it?"

"Sir, yes sir!" chorused the sea of black cloaked aurors now officially a part of the most esteemed and most revered department of magical law enforcement, affectionately called the "Hole".

"So we worked our butt off six months to get yelled at with a geezer with a big mouth, I can dig that, I've had worse jobs." Muttered Felicity 'Fay' Jordan, her shoulder length hair tied in a neat bun, making her look very distinctly official despite her deliberate use of her Bostonian accent.

Scorpius, held back a smirk, that girl was a definite Yank if he'd ever seen one. She didn't give a rat's behind if you were from down below or from bloody blue blood, in her book anyone who didn't have a badge to prove it other wise was an officer ranking below her and she treated them like it.

It was better, he mused, than being empty headed bits of fluff, who went into spasms of delight at mere mention of titles, although, he admitted grimly the Malfoy name garnered the same reaction, he'd lost count of girls who'd come up to him cause they wanted to be 'bad'.

It was ironical to the extreme that for the life of himself he could not find one normal girl to date despite his dad not being a decorated war hero.

He listened with half a mind as the proceedings continued.

"Take a good look at the person beside you, the one in front of you, the one behind you and every other sucker with you, as of this moment the moron beside you is your family. He is the guy you're gonna take a curse for, got it? A company is only as strong as it's weakest link, that means when your stuck in a damn setup with a bunch of bleedin' Voldy wanna-be's the person on the other side of the wall had better be better at his job than you are if not as good if you want to come out of there with both arms and legs. Are you freakin' comprehending the words comin' outta my mouth?"

"Sir, yes sir!"

"I can't hear you…"

"SIR! YES SIR!"

"While you are here in the unit understand this, your superior is ALWAYS right. Always. Why? 'Cuz if morons like you start questioning authority when you're in the field, on a mission, people get killed. People from this unit get killed. People who have no idea this academy exists get killed. So once again your superior is ALWAYS right. "

One electric blue eye roved disdainfully over this year's crop of recruits. Tufts of hair, sticking out at odd angles, Alastor grinned scarily, his scarred face mangled horribly in the many battles.

"And the last thing you should remember in this unit and beyond…you know no one, you can trust no one….how? CONSTANT VILIGINCE!! CONSTANT VILIGINCE!! As of this moment forward you and your company live, eat and breathe viligence, you wake up in the morning you are viligent, you go to sleep you are viligent, you snore you are viligent!! Am I making myself clear?! "

"SIR! YES SIR!!"

Once again the electric blue eye roved over the twenty –two officers here, each was hand picked from their department for being distinguished as the best in their respective fields. His eye bounced in it's socket as he attempted to focus it on a particular blonde young man seated in the back-row his features 

arranged in a semblance of polite boredom, and then on a young bespectacled man in the front row his eye fixed raptly on the stage.

This was going to be an interesting year indeed, as Ollivander would say, 'curious, very curious.'

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