Prologue
"Eris to Base, repeat, Eris to Base," an urgent voice flooded over the intercom in the central control room.
"Base to Eris, what can we do for you?" responded a dispatcher, voice calm.
"Eris to Base - Voldemort incoming, repeat, Voldemort incoming! Field Team 3486, agents 374, 427, 842, 667," the voice was practically screaming.
"Base to Eris, repeat, Base to Eris! Location confirmed. Help is on the way, stay put," the dispatcher frantically sent out messages to reinforcements. There was no response.
"Repeat, Base to Eris," the dispatcher shook his head, knowing the no-reply could only be bad sign, "Base to Eris. If message is recieved, send confirmation."
The dispatcher waited for thirty seconds. No response. Suddenly the intercom crackled into life, and he eagerly pressed "Connect".
"Apollo to Base, Apollo to Base," came a voice, and the dispatcher's heart sunk.
"Base to Apollo, speak," he sighed.
"Apollo to Base, Field Team 3486 being recovered. Struck by wide-range Avada Kedavra. No help required. Enemy forces retreating," the voice was tinged with sadness.
A/N: this story is going to be rather long (i hope), but it doesn't have a beta...so you'll have to bear with me. i always try and double-check my writing a few hours after i've written it, but i always miss something anyway. and i'd really appreciate if you would drop some reviews to this prologue. i swear it gets more interesting... i've planned the story, i just need to fatten it up now.
