Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, for it belongs to J.K. Rowling!
However, all characters mentioned in this first chapter are mine.
They are not relatives to the main Harry Potter characters in any way.
There is no mention of her characters in chapter one, however they might be mentioned later on for the plot.

Come and Go
As you please...

The whistling of a tea kettle woke up a middle-aged man who was sleeping on the couch. An arm fell off his stomach when he turned his head to face the candle-decorated wall that hid the kitchen. Not wanting to move, his head rolled back over, but the whistling became louder. He grunted at the noise, and rolled one leg over the other until they reached the floor.

"I'm up, I'm up." His hands helped himself off the couch. Blue eyes looked down atthe 9" brown-colored wand on the coffee table. He picked it up as he headed to the kitchen and turned the stove-top off. The man grabbed a red cup out of the cabinet to the right. On the cup spelled his name, H • u • g • h, which faded in and out every few seconds. Hugh grabbed an orange tea bag, put it in the cup, and poured half a cup of water in it. He opened the fridge, grabbed the milk, and poured half a cup in the tea as well. Placing in a sugar cube, Hugh stirred it, and picked up the cup.

Carefully, Hugh headed to the front door and stared down at the Daily Prophet in front of him. He muttered when he swished his wand and made the Daily Prophet float in midair. Hugh brought it to the table and had the paper float above it when he took a seat.

On the front of the Daily Prophet was a tall, chubby man. His hair was short, and his outfit was a plain suit with a matching tie. He stood by his doorway, which lead into a two-story building.

Pureblood Thief—Dead

' December 23rd, Meagher Residence. The Pureblood Thief was killed by Bertrand Meagher early this morning, in his own house. "I was taking a nap, then I heard howling downstairs," he started, "I went to check. I thought it was a dog, but it turned out to be a man stealing my wears!" he killed the Pureblood Thief after that. The— '

The newspaper fell onto the table, and Hugh placed down his cup. He shook his head when he stood up, and pulled his coat over to him with the flick of his wand. Placing it on him, Hugh picked up his cup, and walked to the kitchen. He dumped the rest of the tea down the drain before setting the cup back down. Heading back into the dining room, Hugh grabbed the newspaper and put it into his pocket. That was until he heard a strange 'thump'. Hugh looked over at the door, and lifted his wand. Carefully, Hugh crept over and opened the door with his wand. Peeking outside, he noticed no one was there. However, the rug was out of place. Shaking his head, Hugh fixed it with his foot and quickly closed the door after he saw something.

Whatever he saw, was not pretty. It smelled of blood, fresh blood. Not only that, he thought he saw some sort of black eyes staring at him, that had no pupil. "I better leave," he thought out loud, locking his door with magic. The 'thump' noise was outside again, only twice as loud. Hugh tried ignoring it when he grabbed his bag. The same sound was made when he walked to the table, grabbing a picture. The picture showed Hugh laughing at his friend, who looked surprised over something that wasn't visible in the image. The man had black eyes, and shoulder-length, brown hair. Underneath the man said the name, 'Rustam' with the words, 'friend' next to it.

Not wanting to stay any longer, Hugh headed to the fireplace, and grabbed some floo powder. Slipping underneath, Hugh said (loud and clear), "Ministry of Magic Headquarters," before disappearing in green smoke.

It took many fireplaces until Hugh finally reached the right one. He was now in someone's office, Ferris Respicio. Looking around, he stepped out of the fireplace, and saw the sneakoscope on the desk. Hugh was about to touch it, but it started making a noise. Surprised, Hugh stepped back, and the door across the room opened. The sneakoscope stopped.

"Hugh! Strange to see you here," A 5'9" man with medium-length, wavy brown hair came in, levitating a few books onto his desk. He went over, and opened the first book on the stack. Hugh nodded, while putting his wand away in his pocket.

"Ferris… Rustam isn't dead," Hugh watched Ferris stop in the middle of flipping through the pages. Shaking his head, Ferris moved his hand nervously before flipping through again.

"I understand that you're upset about his death, but suddenly saying he's alive when there's no evidence—especially on the day claimed dead." Ferris frowned, and closed the book in front of him before flipping through the one that was below it.

"What if… there is evidence?" Hugh asked, trying to see the cover of the book. Unfortunately, it was hidden under parchments.

"Well, if there was even evidence, they wouldn't do anything about it. That or they'd try to find Rustam, and kill him. Hugh, I'm sorry, but you won't be able to tell them that he's on our side." Ferris ran his finger across the words on one page, before grumbling and flipping through again. His elbow hit the parchment, and Hugh saw some sort of wolf on the cover.

"You're looking on information for werewolves? Ferris, you know more about them than anyone," Hugh went over to the desk, but Ferris looked over with his light blue eyes and took the closed book.

"Apparently not enough," Ferris put the book inside his brown bag that was sitting on the chair behind him, and went back to looking through the other books.

"What could be that important if you agree with everyone els—" Hugh stopped. Ferris saw this, and started to throw his other books in his bag.

"…You do believe me. That he's alive," Hugh frowned, and watched Ferris head to the door while putting on his bag over his matching jacket.

"Hugh, you and I were both friends with him. He's the one who got me interested in werewolves," Ferris said, about to open the door. Hugh walked over, and stood behind him.

"What are you saying? You've got to believe me, you know he's alive." Hugh frowned when Ferris turned around, shaking his head.

"He stole something from me, and not you, Hugh. You were more of a friend to him than I was," Ferris paused, and Hugh put his hands on Ferris' shoulders.

"That doesn't mean a thing. Truly, he's a good person. You know this. He even took care of your kids," Hugh went around Ferris, and opened the door.

"What do my kids have to do with any of this?" Ferris asked, wanting out of his room, but Hugh was in the way.

"I'll tell you, Ferris—he wasn't a bad person everyone says. Now, I'll be leaving." Hugh started to walk out, while Ferris stood completely confused.

"Leaving where? The fireplace is there," Ferris pointed, watching Hugh walk away.

"I know. Oh, I think your sneakoscope is broken." He shrugged, and Ferris looked behind him.

"It was fixed yesterday… Hugh! You better not talk to the others about this," Ferris shouted, turning around to look back at Hugh. Hugh lifted his hand, saying g'bye, but Ferris closed the door, following behind him.

Thank you all for reading the first chapter of my first uploaded fanfic! I was very excited when I finished this chapter, and I'll be overly excited when I finish the rest!
It is undetermined how long this story will be, but I plan to make it short. Don't worry, it won't be too short! (:

Ahh, feedback is much appreciated! Again, thanks for reading! Chapter two will come soon... very soon!