It was a frigid day, much colder
then usual for London. Several cloaked figures had been seen earlier walking
down the street, all three heading in the same direction. Their faces were
hidden by dark black hoods, as they glared at small children who scurried
by their feet. The first of these cloaked figured entered the light of
a street lamp, and cleared his throat weakly.
"I never liked a Death Eater
that went free," he said calmly, leaning up against a telephone pole. Another
cloaked figured entered the dim light.
"If you keep quoting that,"
a female voice responded shortly, "People will end up calling you Alastor
by mistake." The third and final cloaked figure stepped into the orange
light.
"So, are we having a pajama
party or what?" he asked with a snigger. Each took off their hoods, and
looked at the others in the circle.
"It's nice to see you again,
Ron, Harry," the twenty year old, still slightly frizzy haired Hermione
Granger said, pulling her hood down.
"The same," Harry said, offering
his hand. They shook quickly and greeted the others.
"It's been awhile my friends.
How was your last mission?" Ron asked them, cracking his fingers loudly,
"I see that warlock couldn't hex you to grow any taller Harry."
Harry punched his six foot
five inch friend and scowled, "It's not my fault I'm short, OK?" Harry
stated sharply, looking down five feet five inches to the ground. Even
Hermione had passed him up; she stood an impressive five feet eight inches
and could only laugh at Harry's pathetic sounding voice.
Ron removed his cloak to reveal
rather baggy black trousers and a lose green top. Harry too unbuttoned
his cloak, but he was much more formal an Auror then Ron. He had his usual
black robes, just like back at school, except he didn't have the tall pointed
hat. Hermione refused to take her cloak off, and when Ron questioned it
she stated plainly, "I will not draw any more attention from these people."
Each of these three friends
had taken up careers as Auror's and often received letters from the Minestry
to hunt down current Death Eaters, since Voldemort's rule or the world
still seemed ineffable, with more Muggles dying each day. The need for
Aurors sky-rocketed, and once the gang left school, it was an obvious choice
for a good career. They'd aged in years since their jobs began, all now
twenty years old at least. They hadn't changed much though, as each kept
some of their usual personalities.
After the tragic death of one
Sirius Black, Harry didn't keep his outgoing tone. He was more stern and
silent. His hair had grown, so there was no use in cutting it any longer.
It dropped nearly down to his elbows. His glasses were still black circles,
giving Harry his common Harryish look. Lately he'd been extremely protective
over Ron and Hermione when they worked on missions together, and he lost
his temper whenever one of them got hurt. Fiddling with the strings on
his cloak, he grunted at Ron's comments about his height disadvantage.
Hermione was different, she
looked like the younger form of Professor McGonagall. She wore shaded glasses
that hid her brown eyes. Her expression was usually stern, but she did
have another side that she covered from Muggle and Magical eyes, her secret
identity was nothing like her outside appearance, but it was crucial to
their mission as Aurors, so Harry and Ron already knew and experienced
it.
During his first mission alone,
Ron came across a rather talented Death Eater; this former 'good guy' had
created a charm, this charm was permanent, and no matter what anyone tried,
it never faded. All the spells, charms and enchantments, Rons seven years
of education at Hogwarts were completely lost, because no matter what he
tried with his wand or any other, nothing would happen. He shouted every
spell he could think of at his wand and attacked random people, but it
was never effective, even the smallest baby. The Death Eater was destroyed
quite strangely, after his fate of never using a spell again completely
confused the carrot topped 18 year old (at the time), the Death Eater attempted
to attack him. Using the most familiar Avada Kedavra curse on him,
Ron didn't bother dodging thinking of the lose of all his magical talent,
the curse hit him dead on, but Ron didn't feel any pain. He didn't rise
up to the heavens. The spell that the Death Eater used to destroy his uses
of a wand reacted to the curse thrown at him. Black fur shot all over his
body, and he felt himself growing, his brain lost all reason (what was
right on wrong), he began attacking the buildings around him killing several
innocent people, including the Death Eater.
Ron Weasley remained cursed
ever since. Only an enemy's spell, curse, hex etc. Will cause this transformation,
this new form was only ended when Hermione came into play with her 'new
magical ability to control him. And now we return to our story.
"Do you know why we're meeting
here tonight, Lady and Gentleboy?" Ron stated with a laugh. Harry punched
him again, while Ron took a letter out of his cloak pocket, "Our old Head
Master had received an urgent letter that we must bring to our immediate
attention; apparently, there is a wizard's mansion where Muggle girls are
learning magic, and they none of them have had contacts with their families
for years..." Ron was acting like the usual unserious joker he'd become,
this was mostly because of Fred and George, he now even wooed over any
beautiful girl he saw in the street. This was much cause for Hermione's
high blood pressure episodes.
Everyone appeared to be thinking
things over quickly. "Do we have any leads--besides the mansion that is?"
Hermione asked, looking at the letter. Harry too was curious about their
new 'mission', and attempted to stick his head in too.
"No, but..." Ron quickly looked
down at the letter and shuttered, "Lockhart," he hissed, "He's the owner
of the mansion. Apparently, he's been teaching the Muggle girls." Ron said,
folding the letter again and stuffing it into his pocket.
A glowing red sphere appeared
above their heads quickly, with a small flash of light. Harry, Hermione
and Ron all flinched, because usually whenever Fawkes appeared, it meant
that they were getting more help from Dumbledore.
Quickly darting behind Hermione,
Ron concealed himself from the red light's view, one of his two worse fears
was to be within it.
The red ball of light disappeared,
as a large brown package crashed in front of Hermione, "W-What?" she stammered,
bending down to read the label. Ron was still trying to hide himself behind
her, like he was scared that the package might contain a Howler.
Harry to was slightly shaking
but not nearly as much as his friend, "What's inside?" Harry asked, stepping
towards it.
"It's not Haimi," Ron let out
a huge sigh of relief, "And it's not Neville," Harry let out a sigh of
relief, "But it's something for our mission, addressed to me." Hermione
tore the package open quickly to reveal a long black leather whip. Ron
almost flinched in pain, as Hermione quickly shoved it into her pocket.
"We'd better get going," Harry
said, trying to avoid the attention they'd been given by the Muggles. Ron
threw his cloak back on and followed Hermione and Harry down the frigid
street.
(a/n: any of you Sorcerer Hunter
fans out their might have noticed a certain element of my story that looks
familiar, I thought it would be a good idea for a fanfic so please don't
sue me in any way shape or form. Sorcerer Hunters belongs to Satora Akahori
and Ray Omishi. Harry Potter and and the rest of the characters belong
to J.K. Rowling. Except for Haimi whom I made up because they fitted the
character. Please R&R)