It was thought to be a long deserted castle to all those who came upon it, a shabby reminder of an era long forgotten. With it's crumbling walls and decaying foundation, those in the towns surrounding the ruin warned the curious and chastised the impetuous to beware and stay away, lest they too fall to the curse of Dragon Fire. The setting sun cast eerie shadows across the grounds; many passers by spoke of hearing voices inside, voices of the many warriors who fell defending her throughout the ages. Only a few, a very special few, knew the history of Dragon Fire, knew that the voices belonged not to spirits but to flesh and bone.
In the last days of Voldemort, Albus Dumbledore reconvened an ancient organization, made up of only the most esteemed witches and wizards, those of remarkable ingenuity, incredible strength, profound wisdom and extraordinary courage. Despite their astonishing resources, the Order of the Phoenix could not have defeated the century's greatest evil on their own. Voldemort, indeed, would not have been defeated without the help of Charlie's Angels.
Unlike the Order, disbanded shortly after the fall, the young beauties comprising the world's most notorious undercover organization continues to this day, solving the most complicated mysteries under the direction of Sirius Black and with the support of their mysterious boss known only as Charlie. In times of trouble, in times of need, when you can call on no one else, when it needs to be done right and done fast, and most importantly, when money is no object, on whom can you call?
Charlie's Angels
"Oh, Sirius! Oh gods! Yes, right there! Perfect!"
"That's what you said an hour ago."
"Sirius, please…" Joanne Wilding smiled up at her boss, merriment twinkling in her deep blue eyes. "Yes, and it looks even better there. It's a Renoir, Sirius. You understand that it must be hung in a location befitting its grandeur."
"So far you've found twelve such locations," Sirius grumbled as he stepped off the rickety old Muggle ladder. "Why won't you let me magick it up there?"
"Where would the fun be in that?" Joanne teased, tucking a stray lock of her auburn hair behind an ear. "Besides from down here I have such a great view of your ass."
"You're just jealous that you don't look half as hot in a pair of leather pants."
"True, but can you…." Joanne ceased flirting with her boss when one of her fellow Angels came running into the room.
"An owl! From Charlie!"
"Charlie? What did he say?"
"He wants all of us to meet here at Dragon Fire, tonight at nine. I think it's a new mission," Colleen McKinnon tossed her curly blonde hair over her shoulder. "Oh Sirius! A new assignment! Aren't you just so excited! I've been oh so bored."
Sirius scanned the parchment, "Nine. That doesn't give the rest of the team much time to arrive. We'll have to call them in immediately."
"Do you have any idea what this could be about, Sirius?"
"Slightly. Recently, there have been a number of American witches found murdered," Sirius drawled.
"The Mary Sue murders. It was in the papers, named after the first victim, Mary Sue Reese. All of the victims were popular,"
"Extremely so," Colleen chimed in.
"Yes, they were also very beautiful, well sought in the wizarding circles and all American," Joanne finished.
"Sexy American witches? Sounds like just my type of case," Sirius said with a very wide smile.