Prologue
Author note: This story is the ninth in the Magical Flashpoint series. It follows "Between Phoenix Flames".
Although all original characters belong to me, I do not own Flashpoint, Harry Potter, Narnia, or Merlin. Harry Potter is based off the events of the books, rather than the altered events of the movies.
For any readers just joining us from the Harry Potter crossover archive, this story is part of a series, but it should stand on its own. However, as the author, I'm obviously very biased, so I invite any new readers to judge for themselves.
The wand aimed unerringly at its target, the tip glowing with the force of its wielder's emotions.
"You ruined everything," its wielder snarled at his captive, panting as he evaluated his situation. His captive kept his hands in view, the eyes behind his round spectacles narrowed and watchful.
Outside, the Aurors moved into position, their gray uniforms attracting the attention of several gaping bystanders. One of them carried a long pole with a square attachment in one hand and a large black box in the other.
"Because of you, my life is ruined," the infuriated wizard inside ranted; sparks flew from his wand.
"You did that to yourself," his captive retorted, his own expression twisting into fury.
The wizard advanced on his captive, "Say that again," he growled, wand poking the captive's chest.
"We're in position," one of the Aurors reported. The bystanders gawked, he hadn't even used his wand to send a Patronus.
Another Auror, one the bystanders couldn't see, also reported in. "I have the solution."
"Why couldn't you leave me alone!" the wizard screamed at his captive, more sparks flew from the tip of his wand.
Before the captive could answer, one of the Aurors outside called out in a voice loud enough for all inside the store to hear, "For your own safety, please step away from the windows."
Mere seconds later, glass shattered and fell inwards; the explosion that had caused it making all the wizards inside jump in surprise. A box was flung through the broken window, rattling and thudding as it landed on the wooden floor. A cord stretched from one side of the device and led back out the window. Riiinngg. The wizards all jumped again. The ranting wizard crept forward, studying the box. Carefully, reluctantly, he picked up one part of the box, examining it. A cord connected the part he held with the large black case. Noise came from the device he held, making him jump yet again.
He held the device to his ear, the cord on top; across the room, his captive snickered.
"This is Sergeant Gregory Parker with the Auror Strategic Response Unit, with whom am I speaking?"
Gregory Goyle growled, his eyes coming up and meeting his captive's emerald eyes.