June 1987. United Kingdom
Large meeting room in secluded manor.
Eight figures sat on straight wooden chairs surrounding round table made from green marble.
"Report!" ordered female voice from red-silver seat
Man in black suit opened his folder; distribute entire content to everyone at the table.
"Milady, according our latest Intel, our prime was placed at his mother sister, and they treat him like slave..." his report interrupted by restrained growl from side table. "He was places against his parent will that sealed by current Chief, and his condition are uncertain loyalty for our realm."
"We cannot pass the ward that placed by current Chief, so our side unable to do anything." reporting young woman dressed in 16th century robe.
"Our agent always got obliviated by current Chief agent when we tried to evacuate our target." another report from man in black suit.
"Our sleeper?"
"Negative." countered another man in black, "their posts unable support their current task."
Silence dawned entire room.
Man in silver seat sighed and massaging his temple for moment. "Any agent that able to blast that fool?" he ask to the room occupant, no one answered, they deep within their own dilemma.
"We can call Him."
Now every head turned fast toward newest suggestion, suggestion from female in dark-silver chair.
"No." outraged shout from the man from silver chair earning him narrowed look from dark-silver seat female.
"Pray tell us why?" she asks in sweet tone.
Now every room attendant shrunk fearfully, fear for her tone that means more than business.
Sweating in fear, man in silver seat nervously opened his opinion. "We don't know His whereabouts, that's first. Secondly, He is wild-card for us, and we cannot and have no authority over Him. And lastly we don't know how to contact Him."
"I have my method." dark-silver seat female countered, giggling slightly seeing her fellow attendant expression.
"And how your suggestion to control His behavior?"
"He still owes me few debts for his action toward Family."
"We still need to contact Nicky and Penny to forge the contract for us, is that acceptable?" another female in black-seat continued.
"They still able to sway our influence toward their society… bring them in."
And the Britain Wizarding-Society never knows what will hit them.
Surrey Great Britain.
Near Dawn at Privet-Drive, August 1987.
Black van that bear symbol of National Electrical Company taking stop, from the vehicle two man with dark blue work-suit clambered out and immediately climbed nearest electrical pole. Another two step down and set many electrical tools before rolled out several rolled cables.
One of them sets his tools on collapsible table nearby the pole, meanwhile his partner calmly putting monocular device to his face and zooming his equipment toward house number 4.
Small boy tending garden of house number 4 stumbled his own leg making him fall toward grass field, earning shriek and scolding from horse faced female mother within the house.
The mans that witnessing this grimaced, their hands are itching to grab the boy away from those house and slap the woman silly for her lame excuse to punish the boy. They know normal 6th year boy will not stumble his own feet without reason, their trained eyes recognize the sign of malnutrition and several internal damage on the child body.
The sun barely seen at western sky when the operatives start gathering within the car.
"I cannot let this farce any longer!" one of the man that climb the pole, after few minute observing the neighborhood. His face darkened the other also gripping their tools to hard till few of them cracking under the grip.
"How the other side?"
"They manage to get the lines, will do in another minutes."
"The devices?" their leader asked his subordinate for their special equipment for their particular mission.
"The doublet bracelet and anklet are ready, only need two cc blood on them for activation."
"How the ward around the house?"
"It's only magical repelling ward, monitoring ward, life monitoring ward, intent ward, and accidental magic ward, and three suppression ward for the kid."
"Damn, the kid must be delirious after we took him later."
"How many more time we have?"
"Ten, five for our back-up arrival and another five for preparation."
"Well gentlemen's… lock and load!"
Grins broke their grim faces, and the electrical tools vanished under table, in front of them are many fire-arms, and disguised magical devices and tools.
Five minutes later, another van joined them with another 8 man as a team, before the lights in flickered out and down darkness enveloping entire Privet-Drive.
This fic for HP world. R&R please!