Author's Notes:For those of you who haven't read New World, New Life; the prequel to this story Information will be added in from here to there from the last story, so reading the prequel isn't absolutely necessary...unless if that's what you want to. If so...feel free to.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Summary: Wizarding hero and Secret International Agent Harry James Potter stumbles across an ancient powerful legend, created at the beginning of mankind. What started as a regular mission to obtain a special item, ends up as a world-wide epidemic, as Harry delves deeper and deeper into the cursed legend. A deadly underground ring of power has resurfaced, after forty centuries of hiding within the deepest pits of Earth, to finish what they have started; take control of an invincible creature, that if summoned by the wrong person, could mean death to the world. He is joined by the beautiful and energetic Ginevra Molly Weasley, as the two treks across the globe, with a band of dangerous assassins on their tail. A deadly piece of Egyptian history, has turned into a ticking bomb for the world.
History is what made us, but it can also be the force that destroys us...
Warning: Very Long Chapters
Chapter One: Hidden Secrets -Revised and Rewritten
-Apac
As the cool crisp moonlight flowed through the desert lands of Northern Africa, three men could be seen, trekking across the sandy dunes, their outlines silhouetted in the soft glowing whiteness of their nightly overhead force. They were treasure hunters, working for various major banking associations throughout Europe; all wanting a piece of what history could give us.
Vast amounts of un-imaginable goods, along with secrets so poweful...that it would be potentially life threatening to know them. This was the thrill of finding treasure. This was the danger of it.
Bill Weasley sighed as his now aching leg muscles started to weigh him down. He had thought about this evening, when his boss from Gringotts had asked him to conduct one last search through the land of Pharaoh's before the New Year began. The United Goblin Cabinet of head Bankers knew of something, but they were secret as how they would give out the information. Bill could literally feel the tension and excitement in his boss' voice. It was scary.
What was one step lower than crazy? Passionate. The goblins acted themselves as if a whole new apocalypse would come any second. They spoke in high, pitch squeak voices, and their eyes emanated of a fiery emotion. Something was happening within Planet Earth. Something was brewing deep within.
He could feel it.
The skies were dark...so was the air. A hooded man stepped down from his perch and scanned the surrounding horizons. The bright orange sun was beginning its' descent, and flocks of Kestral Falcons flew in a singe 'V' formation across the sky. The wind blew softly across the sandy terrain, as the hooded man began to walk back towards his outpost.
The first part of the mission was now completed. Now, all he had to do was wait for his master to transmit the rest of the orders to him. He was a loyal soldier, as the last rays of sun gleamed upon his black diamond ring he had recently acquired.
He was hired, a mercenary, for a profound underground group. Buried deep within the sands for centuries, it has arisen again, with one thing in mind, a new world order. The ancient tragic powers these guys knew. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, belief would've never crossed his mind.
"Who exactly are you?" he asked, eyes now wide open as the man in front of him pulled his sleeve back down. The crumbled ground of rubble began to mutate itself back into its' old self, covering up any facts of evidence.
The man looked up, staring at the mercenary with his two dark panther eyes that sent daggers through your senses, sending imminent shock into your spinal system. He smirked. "I am your new conscience." He began, walking slowly towards him, white robe billowing behind him. "My ancestors have paid their lives loyally for one of the most powerful monarchies in history. Now is our time to climb above all the rest, claiming what is left behind for us."
"What am I to do with your ploy?" the mercenary asked, his regular cold and steely voice showing the first signs of fear, as his companion blew air out of his nostrils, the hot breath shown in the cold air like a dragon breathing fire out of its nostrils.
"The council has decided. Your value is inevitable to us, as to your family name." The mercenary chocked at the mention of his family name.
"My family has been a disgrace...I am not one of them anymore."
As if saying something something that wound the man deeply, he immediately launched forward and stood eye to eye with the him. "Your family name is who you are...there is no changing that. History surrounds everything, carving it into what it is today."
"I hate history."
The man chuckled, the low ghoul like laugh echoing off of the walls of the chamber. "People don't hate history. They hate their own history."
The mercenary hung his head.
"Now," he continued. "I have offered my preposition to you. Will you accept the task that you are given?"
Thought immediately flooded the mercenary's mind. He was in desperate need of money, and this guy was one of themost powerful undergroundmen in the world. That power he had just seen first hand...it was unbelievable.
"I'll do it." He said firmly.
"Good, because if you had said no, I would have to kill you." He pressed two fingers into the mercenary's left temple, feeling his pulse. "You are excited by what you have just seen, are you not?"
"It was...different from what I'm used to." The mercenary felt his blood quicken its' pace at the excitement of the new power he would soon receive.
"The advances of wizardry go beyond those of the wand." the man said, pointing to the mercenary's wand held in his robe pocket. "Mages, phantoms. The magic, the terror, the power you have just seen, has not been done for centuries."
"I have never heard of it."
"Good, the unknown ones are the most deadly. It's like an unknown virus. There is no cure. There is no healing. Just death. Knowing you are dying, and there is no way to stop it." His panther eyes blazed new excitement. "The wars you could win with this power. There is only one force powerful enough to stop it."
The mercenary couldn't contain his yearning for more information. "What is the force."
The man chuckled. "All good things must come to an end. You will know it once you have seen it. As of now, your first assignment. Remember, everything in the council is done flawlessly."
"I understand."
"Good, you begin right now. Tomorrow night, we will change the world...both worlds. Muggle and wizard. You are the one factor, that will send the world into turmoil."
The cold voice burned into the back of the mercenary's head, as he cut his lithe body across the sandy dunes at lightning quick pace, sending a shower of the sand thrusted into the air by his speed into the air.
Now he had to rest, for the next part of the assignment would be the most tiring.
Too many people have taken history as an artifact, to be seen from behind a wall of glass. Now, they will experience the terrors of the ancient powers, first hand.
The humans, prepared or not...will experience the sacred power.
In the deep lagoons of the Florida Keys, Fleur Delacour Weasley jackknifed her lithe body through schools of colorful Caribbean fish, who fanned out around her like blotches of wildly colored paint speeding around her. With a few strong kicks of her slender legs, she managed to escape the beautiful coral reefs of the exotic island, the light coming down in rays like that of in a church, silhouetting the smoothly flowing plant life like it was a sacred island hula dance. Suddenly, something poked her in the buttocks.
Surprised at the antic, she quickly produced her wand, unsheathing it from the garner belt she wore on one of her thighs, and pointed it in the direction of her intruder. Inches from her face mask was a long, narrow snout attached to a lumpish pink head with small black eyes. The snout waggled back and forth like a scolding finger.
Fleur unclenched her hand from the wand, and quickly pushed the wand back within the garner, preparing to finally swim up towards the surface.
"Watch it with zat thing!" Her voice coming out in bubbles at the protruding dolphin. It opened its thin beak in an openly friendly version of a circus-clown smile. Then the dolphin's face rotated so that it was looking at her upside down.
Fleur laughed, the bubbles coming from her mouth rising smoothly to the surface of the aquamarine clear water. Propelling her legs upwards towards the surface, she broke through and her head bobbed in the calm waves like a small yellow rubber ducky floating in a large bathtub. She took off her swimming headgear, and removed the plastic mouth gear before breaking out in a wide grin.
Bill Weasley sat in his twelve foot inflatable boat a few feet away, doing what the diver instructor had taught him. He followed the trail of foamy bubbles his wife made while diving underwater, and was nonplussed at the sign of mirth upon her face. He characteristically posed his head, lowering it so it looked like he was peering at her over a pair of spectacles.
"You alright?"
"Fine." Fleur managed to break out, before she broke out into laughter again. As she treaded the water, Bill rowed himself nearer so that Fleur was now able to grab onto the edge of the inflatable dingy. She quickly composed herself, the small waves crashing into her mouth making her choke upon small mouthfuls of water.
"Are you sure your okay?"
"Yes I'm fine Bill." He reached a hand over onto the side of the boat and easily lifted Fleur's one-hundred and thirty pounds onto it. With his long hair tied back into a ponytail, and strong body accentuated by diving gear clothes, Bill could've been mistaken for a professional surfer.
The water isn't deep around here, considering the coral reef, so your unusual giddiness isn't caused by your excess of carbon dioxide, causing you to practically lose all sense of sanity." he said in an analytical tone, making sure to grab the rest of Fleur's bobbing gear out of the water.
"An insightful observation, my dear." Fleur remarked cheerfully, her smooth Anglo-Franco accent curving richly along with her voice. She swiftly shook her head from side to side, letting her beautiful mane of silvery-blonde hair loose, before wringing the water out of her tresses.
"I 'ad a visitor down there." She paused. "A playful one."
Bill furrowed his eyebrows, purposely giving the situation much more thought than it needed, before Fleur burst into another set of laughter at the sight of his facial expressions.
"Well, I can't think of any visitor down there, unless you would mistaken a colony of fish to resemble a particularly large Barney face."
"Irvin ze' dolphin sneaked up and goosed me with 'is nose."
"I don't blame him." Bill leered at his wife's slender hips with a dramatic hike of his eyebrows.
"Mama warned me about men who grow zeir 'air to ridiculously long lengths, and also sport animal parts on their ears."
Bill noticed his wife's attention upon his shark tooth earing, and breaking into a large grin. He had gotten the tooth trekking along the coast of Portugal, before saving a local fishing woman from a great white shark. As thanks, the villagers thanked him wonderfully and the woman, who was unfortunately married, gave him a shark's tooth whom she said would give him great luck in the romance section.
He didn't believe local myths and legends of good luck charms, but looking into the beautiful face of his wife, he kept his arguing brain silent, and let the waves of romance take him for the ride. He looked at Fleur's thousand Watt smile, and instantly he came up with a retaliation.
"You know," he started, the situation getting the better of him. "I've always had the fervent attraction for women who have that sexy space in between their front teeth." Bill puffed on an imaginary cigar and laid back, admiring his wife with a goofy smile.
"I bet you say zat to all the girls." Her soft accented voice beginning to get husky. "But I did learn something from Irvin's little love poke."
"That you have a nose fetish?"
She gave him a no-nonsense lift of her eyebrows, smiling nonetheless at her husbands tactics. "Although I've never seen a dolphin before, I've noticed that they have a comical sense of playfulness and a great sense of humor."
"You would need a sense of humor if you were pink and gray, had flippers with discernible fingers on them, a dorsal fin that's a joke in itself, and a head like a deformed cantaloupe."
Fleur gave a playful pout, kissing him on the cheek "Zat's not funny. I think they are awfully cute."
"Glad to be of service dear."
Fleur kissed him again, this time fully on the lips. "Thank you for zis wonderful vacation dear. I'm beginning to not want to go back home."
"That's understandable." Bill said, enjoying the warm sunlight upon his tanned chest. "I love this place also. But I don't exactly like the critters here taking liberties upon my wife."
"Irvin and I have a purely platonic relationship." Fleur said with a haughty elevation to her chin. She looked at Bill's incredulous clown face again, playing along with his game. "You don't trust me?" She asked innocently.
"That depends on how long you were in the water." he remarked with a grin. "That dolphin's been following us ever since you fed him fish this morning."
"Bilius Arthur Weasley!" Fleur said out loud, placing her hands on her hips. "Irvin was just trying to catch my attention so I'd give him a treat."
"A treat?"
"A fish treat." Fleur tapped her hand upon the water, sending smooth ripples to flow across the surface. Before long, a hump emerged from beneath the water, cutting a growing 'V' shape into the water. It circled the boat, emitting a sneezing sound from its blowhole. Fleur scattered the fish meal pellets, before the thin beak hungrily swam around the ate them as fast as they appeared on the water.
"Amazing creatures." Fleur said, observing the movements the dolphin made.
"Yea, considering how you trained him to let you give him a snack. Guess you have to hit the right spot huh?" Bill joked, laying an arm around Fleur's waist.
After admiring the dolphin's graceful movements in the water, the sunlight waned, before the couple decided it was time to go back to the island. Bill rutted the motor, and the boat began to move towards the nearest sighting of land. The dolphin followed eagerly, much to Fleur's enjoyment before noticing that it wasn't going to get any more treats. Then, like a fighter jet, it swiftly thrusted its powerful tail fin and swam the other way.
Before long, the crystal blue ocean gave way to a beautiful remote island where numerous wooden huts were strewn against the sandy beaches, each with a formidable distance away from each other, giving the families their needed privacy. Torches stuck into the sand, lighting up the way for Fleur and Bill to proceed inland.
After pulling the inflatable boat and returning it back to the dive instructor, Bill and Fleur changed out of their divers attire, and went into a much more comfortable formal dinner look at the island dancing celebration for the night.
With his comfortable khaki shorts on, sporting a blue Hawaiian button up shirt, he tied his long hair into a ponytail. He his watch. "Honey?" he called out. "You ready yet?"
"Almost dear."
Bill sighed, plopping down on the nearest sofa, made of tiki wood and a special fabric imported from the Bahamas to ensure perfect comfort and sleek design. The sky was dark, and the sound of beating drums alerted his senses for the magnificent feast to come.
Christmas Eve was now upon them, and England had its wicked freezing temperatures. Deciding, why not head south for Christmas, Bill's family traveled to the tip of Florida for a much needed vacation. The family dinner was tomorrow, and by the end of the feast, he would pack everything up and prepare to return to England for his wonderful large family reunion. But he set those thoughts aside. Tonight, he was going to enjoy the island life.
He was set off his thoughts when his beautiful wife walked gracefully out of their master bedroom, wearing a soft light blue dress that ran smoothly over her curvaceous Veela body. Bill immediately stood up, and kissed her passionately on the lips.
It was worth the wait.
"Vat was that for?" Fleur asked breathlessly as they broke apart.
"For making my life truly complete." Bill said, admiring her with love evident in his eyes. "Come on, we have to pick up Grace."
Grace, their four year old, was currently in the local daycare center giving parents their much needed alone time. Her energetic pace and giggling sense of humor never failed to bring happiness into Bill's heart. Ever since she was two, Grace had always feared the dark, and always made some innocent excuse to spend the night in their parents warm and large bed.
Fleur always cherished her daughter, being an almost identical smaller carbon copy of her, but she had attained the infamous Weasley sense of humor.
Bill had the reason to say that he woke up every morning next to two of the most beautiful women in the world to him.
Leaving the large cabin hut and walking a few minutes until reaching the large aquarium like building that was the daycare center, Bill and Fleur went into a large circular room, with walls that contained a mammoth tank. In the center, either kids ran up to the large circular tank and plastered their faces in awe against the glass walls, watching schools of fish pass by, or watching the movie of the latest muggle hit "Saving Nemo," the room's daycare nurses were busy trying to keep the kids under control.
"Papa!" An excited voice came out of nowhere. Bill chuckled, knowing fully well Fleur had addressed the French way of calling parents to Grace. Before he knew what hit him, a blond haired little girl wearing a white sundress jumped into his arms and flung her tiny arms around his neck, kissing him on the cheek.
Bill kissed Grace on the head, before letting the little girl stand back onto her two feet. As Bill towered over her, Grace made no indication of being in awe at his height as she pouted childishly, folding her small arms in front of her.
"You're late, mama..." She looked at Fleur. "And you papa." She looked at Bill. Both parents gave a secret look of mirth to each other, before holding each one of Grace's hands and walking out of the daycare center, after giving the usual greeting to the nanny.
"So," Bill said, lifting his daughter so that she sat on his neck, legs dangling on each side of his head, giving her the enjoyment of riding on her favorite spot. No matter how small Grace was, she was never afraid of heights. "how was your day my angel?"
"It was great!" she said out loud, suddenly getting the energy back within her limbs. "We started looking at sea turtles before they hatched. They were so cute!" Bill chuckled, holding hands with his wife and heading towards the seaside humongous Tiki hut for the annual nightly feast. "I tried to catch one, but they were too fast." Grace looked her mother, noticing the blush upon her cheeks. She instantly had a cheeky smile on her face.
"How was your day mama?"
"Well..." Bill started, knowing fully how to tease Fleur. "Your mom...mmphph." Fleur abruptly clasped a hand over her husband's mouth knowing the jokes that he and his daughter played would never end throughout dinner. Grace giggled from atop Bill's head, letting her legs playfully sway up and down.
The atrium for the feast was a large portion of space, with columns of wood acting as the only walls. The view of the crashing dark waves upon the moon lit grounds was amazing, along with the cool breeze of the Mexican Gulf. Sitting at a table for four, Bill and his family began to sniff the air at the wondrous workings of the island's five star chef. Each table got their individual share of the large feast, with the food always replenished. The great part of a wizarding island retreat. Magic.
A large pig made its way upon a giant platter and was carried off towards every table. At least fifty waiters came after the pig, carrying a large assumption of soups, salads, and the island special, crab and lobster steamed to a golden red perfection. Grace looked at the pig head, showing no fear, and began poking it with her fork. Fleur whispered into Grace's ear, telling her of how to eat the pig body.
Bill would've joined in, it not for the faint sound coming from the ocean. What he was hearing was not made from nature, and looking upon the now dark murky waters, the creep started to kick in. Fleur felt it too, as a wave of ice swept through her body. She embraced Grace, as Bill started to move towards the ocean. The once lit torches were now completely pitch black. Everything was dark except the moon.
The music died down, leaving men to carefully walk towards the shore and its waves methodically crashing upon the sandy beach.
"Something's in the water!" Someone yelled out loud, shattering the eerie silence.
"It's coming out!"
Bill saw a faint outline of a huge object making itself emerge from underwater and worse, it was coming straight for them. The creak of the large unidentified thing came upon them at lightning speed.
It emerged itself from the water, coming at almost twenty three feet high, its magnificent mast shown in the pale moonlight. It was a large ship. From atop the ship, a lone voice called out.
"Oy! Bill Weasley! Get your bloated English butt over here before I have to make it come." A deep voice shouted from atop the ship deck. Bill's lips curved into a smile. It was Thompson, his favorite treasure hunter working for the American Bank of Xion...the only other bank in the world that had more power and money than Gringotts.
That explained how he got that pirate ship.
"Next time you go on vacation, tell me where you go..." Thompson sighed. "It was rough trying to find you in this world. Isn't exactly a walk in the park."
Bill smiled. "Then it wouldn't be a vacation then." Thompson was an African American from Seattle that went to school at the Salem Academy in America. They had met trekking in the Brazilian Amazon Rain forest, apparently swimming away from a flock of angry piranhas. Thompson Livingston had the build of a light-weight boxer, and occasionally sported reading glasses which Bill would often joke about being Treasure hunting buddies with a college nerd.
"You always have to have a dramatic entrance don't you?" Bill inquired, quirking an eyebrow at the now underwater pirate ship. He was sitting inside the Lieutenants Cabin, nursing a cup of hard coffee.
Thompson smiled his toothy grin. "I hope your family don't mind, but Gringotts has ordered me to find you at all costs and bring your sorry self to Gregory." Bill nodded. He had explained everything to Fleur and Grace, and after kissing both on the cheek and sharing an especially passionate one with Fleur, he left with Thompson while the two stayed behind, preparing to get a good night's rest. Both ways, he felt sad for leaving his family behind, but there were some men who you couldn't say 'no' to.
Or in this case, a goblin.
"What would Gregory want anyways? He's been rotting away in that office of his for two hundred years."
Thompson shrugged. "Beats me. Never thought in my life I would have to take orders from a guy three times shorter my height." Bill smiled thoughtfully. The bank of Xion was operated on a full wizarding staff. It was the high tech bank.
Thompson had this glint in his eye. "I still can't get the fact that you quit your boring job as a curse breaker, which was a little dangerous...to come to be a treasure hunter where danger is our motto. Do you regret it ever?"
"Not one bit."
"Good man."
"You know, the last time I saw you, you were off romancing a particularly beautiful lady in Germany, after we found treasure." Bill observed, looking at his friend. He had the sex drive of a player, who often romanced women between two weeks time. One after another. He was enjoying bachelorhood too much.
"Yea." He said, cracking a grin. "At least I can drink beer, burp whenever I want, and walk about my flat in underwear all day." .
"But," Bill retaliated. "Having a wife does give that feminine touch that you really do need in your flat. Half of it is furnished in posters of black jazz musicians like that of a rabid teenager. Besides, your flat is too dark"
"Hey, black is beautiful." Thompson defended, breaking into another toothy grin. Then suddenly, his demeanor fell. Bill didn't need to guess what happened to him.
"Something happened between that German girl and you didn't it?"
He nodded.
"Do tell."
"I don't go for married women."
Bill had suppress his laughter. Sometimes, Thompson romanced way too much.
"And how big was the husband?" he asked.
"Slightly smaller than a cement truck."
The streets of Diagon Alley were inlaid with millions of Christmas Lights, miniature air fairies that occasionally flew in front of you and gave you a teasing air kiss. As Bill and Thompson made their way through the still lively alley where now couples hung around local bars and restaurants, they couldn't help but also have a bit of Christmas spirit in themselves, not indicating that the boss of Gringotts, practically extinct for two hundred years had found something worth talking over.
Goblins hung their greedy hands over piles to piles of gold everyday. Nothing small would attract their attention anymore. Whatever might have been found, would have to be grand.
"You know," Bill started. "You could've just apparated me back into England, rather than drive a whole sunken Pirate ship across the Atlantic." He shuddered. "That squid was huge."
Thompson grinned. "Awh, is little Billy boy afwaid of a widdle Squiddy?"
"Shut up."
He chucked. "Besides, rumors have been spreading that the International Apparation stations have this new system of security. They search your body with a special wand, and if it glows purple, you have to be checked."
"That doesn't sound so bad."
"Say that when you are getting a probe stuck up your..."
"Gringotts!" Bill said, averting their ridiculous conversation. He looked up at the cathedral like structure, starting off with a grand set of steps. At this time of the day, particularly at night, the bank was closed from visitors. Occasional barons waled through the front doors, always wanting a value check on their money.
"I never understand why they had to build so many steps!" Thompson complained childishly. "This is torture!"
Bill, who was already several steps ahead of him, sighed and shook his head. "You can complain to the warlocks who first build Gringotts, three thousand years ago." He said, emphasizing the last bit.
"I never liked these steps."
The redhead snorted, rolling his eyes. "That's because you had a whole flock of owls take a dump on your head." He laughed. "Your head seriously looked like a melted ice cream cone."
"It's not my fault they did that!"
"That bloody hat you were wearing practically looked like a target sign!"
"It was valentines day! And it was on sale!"
Bill chuckled at his friends sometimes room temperature IQ. He went through the front gates of Gringotts, only to be surrounded by tiled marble ground, along with a numerous rows of desks, each with an emerald light situated on top, complete with goblin stamping important vault documents.
Swerving his way to the left, he made to pass by the local Goblin guard, who was currently snoozing, glasses hanging skewed off of its crooked nose. Thompson picked up the magazine the goblin seemed to be reading. Witch Weekly.
As Bill walked up the winding stone staircase, behind him, his friend had his nose literally inside the magazine, skimming the pages like wildfire.
"Don't tell me your new hobby is reading women's magazines."
"I don't know how he does it."
"Does what, and who?"
"Harry Potter. I don't know how he gets so many women?"
"What?" Bill scratched his head. "He's beengone for two years." Inside, he knew Ron probably had a few contacts with Harry, but he respected the man, wanting to keep his privacy amongst the crazed wizarding world, more than half of which are women who are more than willing to thank him graciously for saving the known world.
"Exactly. He's been unheard of for two years, and still, Witch Weekly dedicates most of their pages to him! Recent polls agree that witches still agree to have him as one of the most Elegible Bachelors of England, for the thirteenth month!" Bill grinned. Thompson usually flared up just thinking about Harry Potter. He idoled the man, always reading nonstop about his accomplishments in the younger moments of his life.
"I don't disagree with it. Besides, he was always nice and caring, along with that usual coolness to himself during the Triwizard tournament. The guy flies like the wind." He stopped on the staircase, looking back at Thompson. "And we all know he's wealthy. His parents left over money, and including the vast amount of the Black fortunes, make him already owner of probably one of the most expansive vaults in Gringotts. And for two years, the interest that he makes could set us off for life."
"You're a close friend of his, don't you have any idea where he is?"
"I don't know." he answered truthfully. "If Harry Potter does not want himself to be found, he won't."
The door to Gregory the Greedy's office loomed over them like a vast shadow. The name of the esteemed position was engraved upon pure gold, situated right in the middle of the door, gleaming in the torchlight.
Gringotts Head Banker.
Bill knocked on the door, stepping in line with Thompson, waiting for his boss to signal their approach. This was a rare appearance by the old goblin. Nobody had ever seen his face for nearly two hundred years, and for him to specifically want Bill in his office was exciting, but at the same time...horrifying.
The large vault door creaked open, a pale moonlight seeping through into the flickered hallway. Bill and Thompson slowly made their way into the chamber. The Gringotts Head Banker's office was located at the topmost office of Gringotts, its panoramic windows giving full view to all Diagon Alley.
Medieval weapons of all sorts lines the stone walls, put on drastic display. The dark marble floor shone the reflections of Bill and his comrade, the hidden anxiety evident in his eyes. Thompson walked over and examined the nearest deadly looking mace hung atop the walls, his eyes depicting every single aspect of the weapon, permanently forging the design into his brain.
Bill envied his fast memorization skills. His brain could closely be related to that of a machine. It was inhuman of how ridiculously sharp his senses were. But, where one gains, he lacks in another area. Common sense to be exact. Crashing into walls, jogging right off a bridge and landing into the river, that was all Thompson.
Gregory, who was snoozing by his dragon-skin one manned couch, made no sign of recognizing their presence within the room. The two sat in identical Hungarian woven chairs, sitting right in front of the Italian Sycamore office desk, which situated the goblin's head. It was like watching a rock breathe in and out air.
The eldest Weasley son cleared his throat loudly, but to no avail. This goblin slept like his brother. He looked at Thompson sitting next to him, seeing an eerie mischievous grin plastered across hi face. Immediately, red alert signs went off in his head. He didn't like the look on his face.
Reaching into his pocket, the Seattle raised American Wizard pulled from his pocket a bottle of something and placed it upon the desk. Bill was well surprised of his friend's antics, not really expecting him to pull out a bottle of Californian Cabernet Sauvignon wine. The lucratively decorated bottle of wine gleamed in the torchlight of the room, and Bill couldn't keep his thoughts inside.
"You brought a bottle of wine?"
"What?" Thompson responded innocently. "What did you think I would do?" At seeing the expression upon Bill's face, his expressions feigned being hurt. "You wound me. And I thought we were supposed to have faith in each other."
A light groan cut everything within the room, pronouncing eternal silence as the leader. Gregory was slowly awakening. Blinking his stony eyes, he looked at the two clown faced men sitting in front of him. "What century am I in?"
"It's Christmas of 1999, sir." Bill said, trying to keep his voice even. The goblin nodded, and slowly lifted his head off of the desk, coughing a bit. His eyesight went upon the wine bottle in front of him, and he immediately lightened up.
Producing three crisp glasses in front of him, and using wandless magic, he uncorked the bottle and poured its rich contents in his jar, followed by Bill's and Thompson's. Taking a sip, he was immediately placed into his own Candyland. The richness of the wine gave him a comforting heat within his stomach, and the taste woke up his senses fully.
"Cabernet Sauvignon." He took another sip. "My favorite American classic." Then, in confusion, he looked at Bill and Thompson again. Everything started to come back again.
"Ah, you must be Bill Weasley." Bill nodded, placing his wine glass back upon the table. "And Mr. Livingston of Xion I presume?" Another nod. Gregory smiled, his glasses glinting in the faint light. "I've had a meeting with Xion three days ago. Their cabinet of leaders have advised a full deal with Gringotts, sharing something that we've found."
Question marks began to pop into Bill's mind. What in the world is going on?
"One of the few treasures that I've been waiting my whole life, has finally given its location to me." He continued, looking at the blank faces of his two Treasure Hunters. "I guess I have to fill you two in."Standing up from his perch on the chair, the goblin actually shortened, coming around the desk at an astounding three feet high.
"I don't know much about it either, but certain figures have given clues to where this underground passageway is. Something about a hidden bank, and its many treasures inside."
"Like a sunken ship?"
"Correct, but not sunken in water, sand." The goblin grinned, showing off his golden teeth. "Through this deal, three of the largest Banking Associations on this Earth will join together, forming a single circle of allies in the financial world. It will benefit us all. The bank of Xion has sent their member in this group." Thompson grinned, taking out his reading glasses and putting them on.
"We have ours." he gestured to Bill.
"Whose the third?" The redhead asked. There were hundreds of large banking associations out there.
"Me." A voice came from the the doorway. All three males looked at the door, only to see a stout Chinese man walk in, wearing formally a large black buttoned robe like the one a general would wear. His hair was swept to the side, and very formal.
"He must've used a mountain of gel." Thompson whispered to Bill.
The Chinese man walked in, his gleaming black walking stick holding his wand. The pendent of a dragon was the handle, its ruby eyes glaring at Bill. "Danial Chang of the Peking International Vaults."
Gregory smiled. "Pleasure." He clasped his two tiny hands together. "Now that we have our three representatives, let's get on our way." he handed a strict set of directions to Bill and gave them all a round golden globe. "They'll be men waiting at your portkey in Saudi Arabia ready to answer any questions the three of you have, but being the chosen representative of our three banks, we hope your experience will exceed our expectations."
Bill saw the smirk on Gregory's face, before everything was swept away in a blinding flash of white light.
This is absolutely wonderful. Bill thought sarcastically, as he was driving across the heated desert of Northern Egypt, accompanied by his friend Thompson, and Danial Chang, a new partner. Three banks who wanted the money, and according to the rules, who found it, was the bank that kept it.
Against all other competition, Gringotts, Xion, and the Peking International Vaults knew vaguely where the loaded treasure was, but wanting to avoid unnecessary contact with each other, they were now working together. Three people from three different banks finding one of the largest treasures in history. Split three ways, the gold and rare artifacts would still be quite a pot of wealth.
The number of bumps they flew over in their jeep seemed to have a bad influence on Thompson's stomach. His dark face was slowly formulating a pale green color, and he occasionally puffed out his cheeks. Danial,who was sitting in the back seats, was the first one to break the icy silence.
"Alright." He said with command. "The map tells us to rotate about thirteen degrees to the west, and we need to cross the Nile river.
"Done." Bill said, looking over at Thompson with concern. "You alright man?"
"Hhhmph." Thompson tried to speak, but the taste of vomit quickly eroded into his mouth. Instead, he gave Bill the thumbs-up sign. Bill slowed down the jeep a bit, knowing that the simple action would greatly increase his friends' currently low comfort levels.
"Drive faster!" Danial ordered, a scowl apparent on his face recognizing the slowing of speed. "The treasure's not going to run to us!"
"Thompson looks awful! We need to slow down."
"Forget about him! Let him throw up in a bag or something."
Bill scowled in the rear mirror. He stopped the jeep immediately, its strong wheels cutting into the sand, letting a rainfall dust fall upon them. As the mix of earth and sand settled, Bill grabbed Thompson's arm and lead him out of the jeep.
"What in the world are you doing?" Danial yelled, still inside the jeep.
"We're stopping, until Thompson gets better." Thompson, from his heavy panting, quickly gave Bill a look of appreciation and thankfulness.
Danial folded his arms in front of him, eyes on the wheel of the jeep. I'm ditching these twits.
Moving into the driver's seat, he quickly pulled the ignition, setting a roar of motor into the air. Bill and his American friend, from ten feet away, looked in shock at the jeep. "What are you doing?" He yelled.
"Finding the treasure!" Danial then smirked at the two men. "I heard there's no life in an eighty mile radius. Good luck finding water."
He quickly stepped on the motor, the two back wheels swerving themselves into the sand. Then, like being stuck in something sticky, the wheels stopped moving. Confusion in his head, Danial stepped onto the gas pedal again.
Bill felt the land rumble beneath him, as the jeep sunk itself further and further into the sand. That's not sand anymore. Bill thought. It's something solid. He looked again. Or was solid. The ground groaned, as the jeep's heavy the unknown solid being punctured.
Then, the whole ground within a twenty foot radius collapsed, sending the jeep, Bill, and Thompson into a whirlwind of sand. The ground bellowed as it broke, as Bill completely lost his balance.
The last thing Bill heard, was his own heart thumping like a hummingbird.
"Bill, you alright?" A deep voice called out to him. "Wake up bro."
He groaned, blinking several times. To his surprise, no light was there to blind him. Instead, he came upon the completely visible face of Thompson holding his wand in front of him. A faint light emitted from it, not much brighter than that of a firefly.
"What happened?"
"We got caved in. Sandstorm got everything."
"Where's Danial?"
Thompson's eyebrows furrowed. "The chimp's over there. He's been trying to contact headquarters with his cell phone for the past two hours."
Bill sat up straight. "I've been out for two hours!"
"We're in no rush. There's only one way to go now." Bill looked around. He was now in a short passageway. It was damp, cold, and very dark. Deep rumbles could be heard, like that of a monster walking around in these depths. As much as it was horrifying, Bill could not help but want to yell at the top of his lungs.
For the love of Merlin!
"Stop trying!" Thompson yelled over to Danial. "We're probably forty feet underground! There's no signal."
"Will you shut up? How do you expect us to get out of here?" Thompson groaned at the young Chinese man's benevolent attitude. He had that of a 'fresh out of college' attitude, thinking he was on of the top marks of the world, and ready to take anything in his way. He didn't blame him, Thompson was like that too. Fresh out of training Academy at San Rodriguez, the advanced defense system the Americans had.
Bill stood up, wobbling slightly before squinting into the darkness, his pupils getting themselves used to the darkness. Then, he had an idea. Taking out sixteen rough sticks from his pocket, Bill looked at the first one, grinned, and stabbed it into the damp clay wall of the passage.
Thompson, from far away, heard the small clanging sound. "Bill, what are you doing?"
"Weasley's Wizarding Stix." he answered, walking several paces before sticking another one into the wall.
"What?"
"Inventions from my notorious twin brothers. The hat you bought on Valentines day, it had a charm that attracted any type of bird in the sky, and immediately made them empty their...stuff."
From behind him, Bill heard a sudden gasp of air, before rapid cursing came in.
"Your brothers! I practically worship their toys."
Bill laughed. "There's always something tainted."
The Weasley's Wizarding Stix were made by the twins, starting as a fake wand to prank unknowing citizens of Diagon Alley. Before they knew it, they had Bill test the wand, to see if it would be official. Not knowing what was about to come to him, Bill cleared his throat and openly spoke a simple charm, pointing it at a rock.
Before he knew it, the rock didn't transfigure itself into the pigeon he wanted it to. Instead, he stared at the enormous pile of Trolls Dung, as it seemed to carve a face into its squishy contents, smirking at Bill.
The twins were howling in laughter, clutching their sides as Bill found himself suddenly staring at the dung, which had the ability to move. Like Frosty the Snowman, it picked itself up, forming two humongous brown arms of dung and started to chase him around. Losing all self contentment and submitting himself to eternal humiliation by the twins, Bill ran as fast as his legs could carry him, with the squishy monster following him.
Losing sight of their brother, Fred looked up towards the sky. We're in trouble now. He looked at George, who was red in the face from laughing so hard. Then, they saw something that would make them explode with laughter.
Like a scared cat, Bill had found himself up a tree, looking at the monster, like a bear trying to climb up the tree. After everything had been settled, a lot of cursing had taken place, along with Fred and George getting an earful from Bill, and the tree which the dung had tried to climb up suddenly sprouting like it had taken steroids.
Plunging the last stick into the passage, Bill and Thompson capped the dust off their hands.
"So Bill, how do they work?"
"Easy, you have to say a password, and they light up for a few minutes."
"Well...what's the password?"
Bill smirked. He had never actually tried out the stix, but he had a hunch what his brothers would make the password, after unleashing several jinxes that made them start to develop womanly features. Well, they weren't men, and they weren't women for two days, but they did get an awful ton of humiliation from the public. Once Ginny came home that day a year ago, he had a lot to explain to his family. Ron took it the best, howling in laughter after patting Bill on the back.
"The password is..." Then, he suddenly thought of something. Without the right password, the wands could blow up. Fred and George were practical geniuses at times, idiots at other times. They probably placed a minor blowing charm that made the magical stix blow up in people's faces if they said the wrong password.
Now, with the stix sticking into the weak walls of the small passageway, like sticks of dynamite, the whole place could blow, caving the three in.
Either way, Bill was certain he had the right password. Fairly certain.
He cleared his throat. "Bill Weasley is an utter and complete idiot." He braced himself, covering his ears with his two hands.
Before he knew it, the damp and dark passageway suddenly was lit up, illuminating the palce in a golden light. Shutting his eyes, adjusting to the sudden and painful change to light, Bill blinked, the small white dots from his eyes slowly disappearing. Well...that was painful.
Thompson looked behind Bill, his spectacled eyes suddenly turning large.
"Bill, this isn't an underground ancient bank."
"What? The goblins were certain of this. Even the images on the passageway show it." Bill looked at the walls, painted in beautiful images of enormous riches.
"Remember the Venezuela Rainforest?"
Suddenly, recognition came into Bill's eyes. "You're not joking."
"Yea." Thompson croaked. "This is the real thing." He stopped before continuing again.
"We're in a tomb."
"Yes, and every tomb has a curse." The hairs on his neck froze, Bill didn't recognize the voice. It wasn't the accented one of Danial's and Thompson was right beside him, staring at the hieroglyphics with interest. He apparently hadn't heard the voice.
Then, the voice came again, like a monster crying in anguish at being chained. The Weasley's Magic Stix were immediately darkened, and the two men were brought into another state of darkness. This time, Bill felt a cold feeling sweep through his body, his head was screaming. Like a Dementor's Kiss, Bill's consciousness slowly faded. The last thing he saw was a hooded man walking towards him. He had something burned on his right bicep.
Then,he fell to the ground...unconscious.
Amanda Grove sat upon one of the comfy dining chairs, enjoying her breakfast near the Roman styled indoor pool located indoors. The abundant room offered uninterrupted views of ravishing Victoria harbor, letting the guests enjoy a nice, leisurely breakfast with great views. The deck-styled breakfast tables and chairs located around the edges of the large pool allowed the guests to fully relax within the calm atmosphere of the chamber. This was the Peninsula Hotel, one of the finest five-star hotels in the eastern hemisphere.
It's colonial glamor specified an 18th century lifestyle, while equipping the large building with modernized technology giving guests the full blow of vacation liberalization. This was the life.
Amanda was alate twenty sevenyear old brunette, with striking features and a clear sense of what goes around near her. Her hazel eyes scanned the pool area, searching for anything amusing to entertain herself. Those sharp, hazel eyes were one of Amanda's most common-known features among her inner circle of colleagues. Those eyes could reach into the soul, divesting of any necessary information about the person in a blink.
Growing up a shy schoolgirl, she rarely met new people. Instead, Amanda spent the long hours in classes reading her fellow classmates' expressions, studying human nature with a stunning accurate precision.
Now, a decade later, Amanda's childhood antics paid off. She wasn't shy anymore, for the reason of that being her last boyfriend. During her college years in Princeton, Amanda's boyfriend Brian was what brought her out into the great world. He let the flower of Amanda blossom.
Two years of concise love, trust, and fun, the paranoid way of life bit into Amanda's happy life. Brian was found to have Leukemia, a deadly disease that slowly weakens your body system. He was her lover, teacher, and person that taught Amanda to live, even if life was holding you back. Brian was a strong fellow, hiding any fact of his disease for 22 years of his life. Then, he had lost the war.
Those last days broke Amanda's heart. Seeing Brian's bony, weakened frame lying atop a white hospital bed, with tubes going into his body all over the place. Amanda immediately went to grab his hand. Brian tightened his grip, surprising Amanda. Even though he might've been weak at the time, his grip was strong, showing his love for Amanda.
Brian lived for one more hour, talking over how good their lives were for the past two years, reminiscing in the memories of the past. One hour till death, and Amanda made sure that Brian didn't die with regrets.
The clock ticked 3:37 p.m. on the grandfather clock and Brian's breath was slowing down. His last words were something that Amanda would always keep close to her heart.
Live you life, Amanda, as it is meant to be lived. To the fullest. You are a survivor.
And with that, Brian smiled weakly, and closed his eyes as birds chirped outside the window. Amanda felt Brian's hand limp.
He was gone.
For the past five years, Amanda had followed her path of life, with Brian close to her heart. It was painful and tough at first, but she was a strong woman. Life was not going to bring her down, not without a fight.
She learned love from Brian, strength, compassion, and for once in her life, she had a partner in life that she cherished.
Amanda sighed, sitting in the comfortable deck chair near the Peninsula pool. She had a bad feeling of what life was going to throw to her now.
Harry sat upon the room, currently reading from the daily newspaper. Upon the headlines, were big, bolded letters.
Incident at harbor last night baffles Police:
Last night, at a reported midnight sighting of flashing white lights near the harbor, Police commander Yang sent several units to scout the area. What they found at the harbor baffles even the most seasoned veterans of crime fighting organizations.
"We found four men tied up near a set of crates, all of them knocked out cold. We still have no clue of what happened. No weapons were found, nor were there any clues about what went on last night. Whoever was involved in this incident, picked off after their tracks well." Yang quoted this morning.
With the cooperation of public armed forces in Hong Kong and surrounding areas, the HKP(Hong Kong Police) are currently investigating this crime scene.
Further gatherings of this will be posted.
Harry folded up the newspaper, setting it down upon the table, before scratching his head full of messy, dark hair. He took off his glasses, and wiped them clean before situating them on top of his nose again. Last night had been a complete havoc of problems that almost cost Harry his life.
He had been woken up from the loud excessive ringing from his cell phone. After scrambling out of his bed, away from Ginny, who Harry might've guessed was having a particularly delicious dream, he picked up the phone to hear Warren's ragged, quick breaths.
Warren was a middle-aged, balding Chinese man, also the right hand man of a powerful crime organization. Through his missions as an international agent under the respectable command of Mr. Lee and his powerful Elite V, Harry had befriended Warren on peculiar circumstances.
It was a 'I help you, you help me situation' and both men grasped at the chance to stay alive for the next few minutes. With Harry being a wizard in the muggle world, not many individuals knew his secret. Hong Kong was not infested with the magical population, therefore not allowing any type of apparation to commence.
Warren had called Harry to alert the young man on his next mission in Hong Kong. He was sent by Mr. Lee to negotiate for a tablet, known to keep its' indecipherable hieroglyphics on its' face. The person who Harry had to negotiate with, Mr. Chang. The wealthy Chinese businessman was no fart in negotiations. If you wanted the item, you had to impress him. Harry's meeting with him was tonight at 8:00 aboard Mr. Chang's yacht.
The warning that Warren gave out was to alert Harry that other crime groups wanted that tablet. Inside information had been filtered around that the tablet contained some kind of dark, powerful magic that if released, could provide for millions of years of total control on planet Earth. What did men with power want, more power.
Another unexpected factor that Harry had been brought to was that he had to work as a husband in this missions. As a member of the prestigious Elite V, Harry was given a muggle identity. His alias, Henry Palmer, real estate billionaire, with headquarters in California and Florida.
Mr. Lee had contacted the British Ministry of Magic, asking for a ready woman willing to be the wife of one Henry Palmer. Of course, it being close to Christmas time, most woman passed on the option. They had no idea that Mr. Palmer was Harry Potter himself. If given that information, they would flock to the job, double time.
Mr. Lee, knowing the human nature of individuals, asked the boss of the investigation section of the British Ministry of Magic to cut out certain information bits. With the lack of attention on the case, the head of investigations sent out for his most trusted employee.
Ginny Weasley appeared in his office several minutes later looking totally baffled at the timing. It was one day before Christmas and Ginny had planned to spend the time with her family. With the short briefing, she was sent on a jet towards Hong Kong, to meet her husband for the next few days. An undercover couple, easy, simple. Mr. Lee was sure that the tablet was imperative for them to get.
Harry sighed and rubbed his temples. The last day was definitely something out of the ordinary. So many things had happened in such short periods of time. Harry had one mission locked into his brain at the time. Acquire that tablet at all costs. Once acquired, Mr. Lee could figure out the dangers.
He nearly jumped out of his seat when two slender arms wrapped themselves around Harry neck, hugging his head to a soft body.
"You alright Harry?" a soft female voice spoke out from behind. Harry sighed, letting out a cool breath.
"I'm fine, thanks." Harry slowly stood up from his comfortable sofa seat and turned around towards the voice. There, standing behind the sofa, was Ginny Weasley, Harry's undercover wife for the weekend. Harry's eyes widened as he noticed what she was wearing.
After a long, hot shower, Ginny had put on a soft, white cotton bathrobe that clung to her every curve. Harry reeled himself out of his stupor and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Ginny, I still haven't thanked you for saving my head down there in the harbors." Ginny smiled, before making her way towards Harry.
"You've saved the world Harry. I think that sometimes, even the great Harry Potter needed to be saved." Harry chuckled at Ginny's remark. She had a slight sparkle in her eyes, as her outline was garnished by the Sun's morning rays.
Beautiful Hong Kong in the morning, at its' best. This was what people lived for. After a nerve-racking night in the harbor, escaping a particularly ruthless Ling triad, Harry planned to have the day spent calmly with Ginny.
Harry rolled his neck around, trying to release the stress on his body. He immediately went over to the kitchen counter, before grabbing an apple and biting into its' juicy core. The Peninsula Suite was the pinnacle of luxury, best room in the whole hotel. It had a few bedrooms, which were unused since Ginny and Harry decided to share a bed.
It was a comforting gesture for the both of them. For the apparent reason of sleeping in a foreign city on a large, dark bed, Ginny had asked Harry to sleep with her, giving her that aura of protection.
Growing up, Ginny always despised the ways of her over-protective six brothers. They would spy on their younger sister's every move and chide her on everything that she did. Ron was the absolute worst. Everything she did, Ron seemed to find something wrong with it. This situation whirled the youngest Weasley out of control. She hated all that protection. She felt like a caged bird.
That is, until now. Harry Potter gave Ginny a new sense of the word protection. He wasn't like any of her older brothers who would pick on anything that Ginny did. She actually enjoyed Harry's protective aura around her. The level of trust that the two built upon each other was what fueled this perfect balance. As long as Ginny didn't cross the line, Harry would give his complete trust on Ginny whenever, wherever.
It was like on of those cases where some scary old man was slowly trying to corner Ginny. All that she had to do if Ginny couldn't handle herself was to snuggle into Harry's side, and let him handle the situation. In the wizarding world, no one wanted to mess with Harry Potter anymore. He had proved himself well after the defeat of Lord Voldomort and as an international agent, he was deadly.
But there was a big gash in their relationship together. The two acted as friends, only. Ginny didn't complain. She knew that she made a huge mistake in her life, thus breaking Harry's heart. She would have to work slowly back into his heart, mending and healing. The foundation of love was built on trust and friendship. If there was no foundation, the love would not hold out for long.
Harry threw the core of his apple into a nearby trash bin. "Ginny, I'm going down to get some real breakfast." He picked up the hotel's visitor's manual from the counter, opening it. "Let's see, the champion's breakfast." Harry's stomach growled. "Eighth floor, right next to the indoor pool, sounds nice. You coming Ginny?"
Ginny gave Harry a nod. "Coming, you go first and reserve us a table. I need to change my clothes." Ginny gestured to her robe. Harry inwardly smacked himself. He was thinking about what was under those white robes. Feeling his color rise, Harry quickly paced out of the room, heading towards the front door of the suite.
"Meet you down there Ginny." Ginny smiled teasingly at Harry.
"Bye Harry-poo." A click was heard as the door closed. Ginny smirked. She had seen Harry's cheeks rise in color.
Amanda Grove was picking at her eggs when she saw the grand doors of the Roman pool open up. Coming in from behind the glass doors was one of the most gorgeous young men that she's ever seen in her life.
All the women in the room glanced at the young man before glancing again at him. He was eye-candy for the ladies of the hotel.
His messy, raven hair gave him a scraggly, sexy look as he slowly walked towards the side of the pool terrace. He was wearing khaki shorts, with a green button-up polo shirt that accentuated his toned torso. As he walked, his clear demeanor indicated in his straight and strong back, a strong boxer's walk, and a calm and happy face attracted her to him.
What brought out her attention the most was his eyes. Oh those emerald eyes that cast off so much mystery in his depths. Every woman liked a mysterious man. They yearned to know more about them, like a good book unravelling the mystery in front of their eyes. As she looked transfixed into those eyes, all other factors of the room seemed to melt around her. The piercing emerald held so much life and mystery. If Amanda had to make a suggestion, she would've guessed that this young man went through a lot in life.
She gazed as the young man looked around, before making eye contact with her. She felt a jolt run through her body. He was walking closer, right towards her. Amanda reeled herself from having a blush. She was twenty seven, and she was acting like a schoolgirl with a humongous crush.
The man walked to Amanda and gazed directly into her hazel eyes.
"Excuse me Miss, do you mind if I sit here?" The young man looked around, before giving Amanda a careless grin that made her cheeks flush. "All of the other seats are taken." Amanda could only nod.
Harry thanked the woman before taking a seat. The breakfast table had four comfortable chairs, circling around a large, four sided table located on the edge of the pool terrace. Harry grabbed a dinner-cloth off of the table, before situating it in his lap. Then, he opened the menu, scanning the items in the booklet.
Rachel sat there, transfixed. If a handsome guy who came to your table alone, sat down right across from you, what would you do. She did the only thing that came up in her mind, start a conversation. Amanda looked up, locking eye contact with Harry.
"Hi." Harry looked up with a questioning gaze. Then his eyes grew wide.
"Oh terribly sorry Miss, where are my manners." He reached out his hand. "My name's Henry Palmer." Amanda smiled.
"Well Mr. Palmer, you can call me Amanda, Amanda Grove." She reached out and shook Harry's hand. His grip was strong and warm. The loud echoes of a leisurely morning frilled around the giant chamber. Pretty soon, the retractable glass wall to the outer decks opened up, letting the cool morning air of Hong Kong breeze into the room. Harry brushed his messy hair from in front of his eyes.
"So Amanda," Harry gave her a smile. "What brings you to Hong Kong?" Amanda put down her fork, before answering Harry's question.
"Vacation. It's been a long year and what better is it to spend Christmas in Hong Kong." Harry looked amused.
"Spend Christmas here? China doesn't really celebrate Christmas."
"I know. There's just too much commotion going around from where I come from. I enjoy the peace and quiet." Harry nodded to show that he understood.
"So what you're trying to say, is that you and you family, aren't in the best of relationships." Amanda nodded sadly, looking at her glass of orange juice.
"I had a sister who passed away two years ago. My mother divorced my father when I was 5, and my father isn't the best of people. He usually goes out at night to get woozy." Harry looked down also.
"I never had a family, I was orphaned by my aunt. Guess it kinda makes us the same...somehow." Amanda looked up and smiled.
"So, what are you doing here on Christmas day?" Harry let out a breath beforesmiling again.
"Business negotiations. These things tire you out quickly."
"Oh? So you're a business man. England I presume, from your dialect?" Harry nodded. "I'm English too, came from Devon." Harry folded his hands together.
"What do you do for a living Amanda?" Someone tapped Harry on the shoulder.
"Excuse me sir, what would you like to order?" The male waiter took out a pen and a notebook of white paper.Harry opened his menu, and ordered a breakfast special platter with an omelet, french toast, and bacon. Then, he asked for coffee. "Thank you sir, your coffee should be out in a few moments." Harry thanked the waiter, before she walked away.
Amanda gave Harry an awkward look, noticing his wedding ring on his left hand. "Married, Mr. Palmer?" Harry looked up, surprised. He was just about to say 'no' but quickly reeled from it.
"Yes I am, to my beautiful wife, Rachel." Harry smiled widely at Amanda before looking at the front doors to the pool terrace. Rachel was Ginny's undercover name. "Looks like she's here." Amanda at Harry, amazed. He could even sense the presence of his wife in this large chamber. Their relationship had to be strong. She turned towards the front doors, and there she was. The woman that Mr. Palmer was looking at.
Ginny Weasley walked into the pool terrace wearing white, silky pants, conservative flats, and a Foley Corinna blouse. She was attractive, in her early twenties, with a straight posture and a regal aura of elegance surrounding her. Her chin was raised ever so slightly – not arrogant – just strong. She had long, burgundy red-hair that went unstyled down to he lower back. Like Harry, her face was etched in a peaceful content smile.
The waiter for the restaurant immediately greeted her with a bow. "Good morning Miss, may i help you?"
"My spouse was here just few minutes ago. I'm a little late." Her voice was soft and calm. Ginny looked around the large swimming chamber, trying to find any sign of Harry's hair in the population of early breakfasters. The waiter picked up a menu, and ushered Ginny towards the side of the pool terrace.
"This way Miss." The waiter was embarrassed at the gauntlet of male eyes following her...some discreet...others not so much. It seemed as the whole atmosphere changed as she walked towards Harry.
Amanda saw Ginny walking towards the table, with the waiter leading. Harry had his eyes fixed on herself. He smiled.
"She's quite a woman." Amanda couldn't help but feel jealous. As Ginevra Weasley walked closer to their table, she was able to get a clear view of the woman's face. Ginny Weasley smiled at the looks of admiration from the male population of the chamber, especially from Harry. As attractive as she was, Ginny was no delicate flower. Growing up with six brothers, she spent her childhood years as a tomboy; running through the woods with them, jumping into the lake with all their clothes on, and developing the fast movements of a Quidditch Player. Her choice of clothing was conservative, but showed off her curvaceous womanly body. Her clothing said one thing. Her body was for one man only, and that man sat right across from Amanda.
Harry stood up, gesturing for Ginny to sit down, pulling out a nearby chair. She gave Harry a smile of thanks, before sitting down. Amanda and Ginny gave each other awkward looks, showing questioning gazes. Harry sat down, and introduced them to each other.
"Rachel honey, this is Amanda Grove. She's from England too and is here on vacation. Amanda, this is Rachel Palmer, my beautiful wife." His deep penetrating voice echoed in both women's minds. Ginny seemed to immediately relax after hearing Harry's voice.
"Good morning Amanda." Ginny's soft voice wafted across the table. She and Harry gave each other a look that Amanda immediately picked up. The couple showed pure trust in each other, as they were probably having a whole conversation in that one look. Ginny looked back at Amanda, smiling.
"So, what do you think of Hong Kong?" Amanda thought the question over. She had only been here a day, and she didn't travel much anyways.
"It's a peculiar city. So much culture and diversity packed in a peninsula. It's futuristic." Harry nodded, agreeing.
"What do you do for a living then?"
"Oh, I'm a reporter, for BBC news." This brought attention to the couple's mind. They looked at each other again.
"A reporter? Where's your crew?" Amanda immediately cringed.
"Well...my cameraman is here. He's a bit...arrogant about things." Harry's eyebrows rose. Amanda continued. "He's might not have a sunshine personality, but he's a dang fine cameraman. Here he is now."
Ginny and Harry both turned around in their seats. Both of them gasped. "He's a bit on the chubby side." Amanda's voice could be heard behind them.
"Dudley!" Harry spoke out in question. He immediately got up from his chair. Dudley Dursley was a very chunky man, to be said in nice terms. His demeanor held as an arrogant brat, and his personality wasn't the best. Growing up spoiled by his parents, Dudley was often cooed as a gift from God himself by his mother, Petunia.
He sported Hawaiian swimming trunks, with a blanket wrapped around him. Harry guessed that he must've been frolicking around in the pool, as water was dripping down behind him onto the marble floor.
"H-!" Harry immediately shut Dudley up by giving his cousin a big bear hug, not letting the large man breath. It was the only thing that came up in his mind. If he put a hand over Dudley's mouth, questioning gazes would immediately be set on him. This was public.
"This way." Harry commanded into Dudley's ear. "Don't speak." Dudley could only nod, as the sheer grip of Harry's powerful arms were astounding. Quickly, both men retreated out of the pool area.
Amanda looked at the scene in front of her, confused. Ginny seemed to understand the circumstance, for she was smiling when she looked back at Amanda. Harry had given Ginny a look, before retreating with her cameraman out of the large chamber.
"Rachel, what's he doing to my cameraman!" Amanda's voice was questioning. Ginny(Rachel) exhaled, before explaining things to the woman in front of her.
"Your cameraman and my Henry, they're cousins. I guess that my spouse was a bit shocked at the revelation. They probably went for some man talk." Both woman laughed.
"So," Amanda leaned closer to Ginny. "How is your husband anyway?" Ginny's reaction was somewhat confusing for Amanda to interpret. She looked a bit uncomfortable, lost, and out of words.
"Well..." Ginny started, "what do you mean by that question?" Amanda quirked an eyebrow.
"Rachel, you are married to probably one of the most gorgeous men I've ever seen in my life. How does it feel?" Ginny looked at her lap, clearly blushing. The things Amanda didn't know. She didn't know that all of this was undercover. Her name wasn't Rachel. She wasn't a muggle. There was magic in the world. But secrets were meant to be kept secret.
Amanda studied the couple's reactions to each other. They both seemed to be thinking in-sync to one another, but their real feelings were somehow held back. It was like a dam almost overfilled, on the brink of breaking. None of the two seemed to have the courage to even have a small kiss. Amanda was confused, or was it that they didn't do things in the public.
Ginny looked up, clearing her throat. "Well, the fact is, this is our first vacation together. Henry is usually away on one of his elaborate business trips, leaving me at home." Ginny didn't enjoy lying straight out, but this was one of those certain circumstances.
"He's quite a gentleman," Amanda pressed. Ginny smiled.
"He sure is," when somebody's not always hunting him down...
Harry led Dudley to the men's room to ensure privacy. Dudley gagged on Harry's grip.
"Harry...Wh-" Dudley was let go as he staggered back towards the sinks.
"Dudley, I never want you to call me Harry again." Harry commanded in a cold voice. Even if Hong Kong was not infested with the wizarding population, strong measures had to be taken for complete secrecy. Harry's name was widely known, sparking attention anywhere, anytime.
"Why is that?" Dudley struck back. Harry was stuck, frozen in time. How would he explain things to Dudley, who probably had the IQ of a donkey. Harry was trained to think in these situations, and he came up with the perfect solution. Dudley grew up a spoiled boy, but that could be used against him.
Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a large bundle of cash. Dudley's eyes grew as round as saucers.
"Where did you get all that!" Harry rolled his eyes.
"That's none of your business. Now, I want you to call me Henry and only Henry in public." Dudley grabbed at the cash, but Harry held up his arms.
"Why do you want me to do that?" Harry groaned. Stupid whining git.
"It's a rule of ours." Another lie. Let's just hope that Dudley bites to the bait. "You see, our type of people have different names out in public." Harry pulled out his wand. This seemed to make Dudley agree as the large man gulped.
"Now be a good little boy, and never call me Harry out in public again." Harry gave Dudley the large bundle of cash. Ginny will kill me if she finds out...
Dudley took the cash and nodded. Harry smirked. He really didn't need to give Dudley the cash, but in the business world, it was one of the things that 'sealed deals.' The wand alone made Dudley whimper. At least he had something to gain from this. Harry didn't enjoy threatening people, unless it was his job to. He just wasn't that type of person. No matter how unhappy his childhood life was, Harry left all of that behind. He had a new life, a life where he controlled where to go.
A toilet flushed.
Oh shit Harry thought. The stall immediately opened up, revealing a stout man with a huge mustache. He looked like Mario out of one of those Nintendo games that Ron was addicted to. All in all, he was probably in his late twenties, Caucasion.
The stoutman looked at Harry's wand. "Nice stick dude."
Harry cringed, thinking fast. "It's a baton."
"Oh. Cool." He looked at the polished wood once more before leaving the bathroom. Harry sighed.
"Come on Dudley, we have to get back before Amanda gets suspicious." Dudley reeled from his gaze of the money. Harry smirked.
"So...how's your love life going on...Duddekins?"
Harry and Dudley returned back to their breakfast table where the two ladies were currently engaged in a conversation. Harry cleared his throat, giving him attention.
Ginny smiled. "Henry!" She quickly stood up and gave Harry a kiss on the cheek, leaving Dudley to writhe in jealousy. He looked to Amanda to give him a kiss on the cheek, but was returned with a 'don't even think about it' look.
Harry and Ginny sat back down, with Dudley and Amanda right across from them. The waiter arrived with Harry's order of food and coffee. Then, Dudley and Ginny both ordered.
"Does BBC have anything for you to do at Hong Kong?" Harry asked while cutting up his omelet. Dudley put down his orange juice, forgetting to wipe his mouth, causing the woman at the table to cringe in disgust. Harry found Dudley having an orange mustache quite amusing. It was like an Italian Pillsbury Dough Boy.
"No." Amanda answered.
"But we have something in Egypt assigned to us for tomorrow at dawn." Dudley cut in.
"Egypt?" Harry questioned. Ginny couldn't help but giggle at Harry's clown faced expression.
"Dear," Ginny giggled. "There's egg on your face." Harry picked up a nearby napkin and wiped his left face. Every time, he kept missing the small mess causing more giggles from the table. Harry looked annoyed.
"Does anyone have a mirror?" Ginny shook her head, picking up her napkin. Why did men have to be so clumsy. She read in a recent study that women could do multiple things better than men. If a fax machine was printing, the water pot was steaming, the doorbell was ringing, and the telephone was ringing, women were found to do multiple things at once. For men, they would wait until the fax machine finished printing, the read it. Then, they would turn off the stove to the water pot. By the time they finished all of that, the person at the door would leave, and the telephone would stop ringing.
Men had the tendency to finish one thing rather than doing all things at once. Ron could be a good example.
If the fax machine was printing, this would probably scare the creepers out of the goofy redhead. He would end up hexing the machine, become frustrated and accidentally burn himself at the stove. Then, out of annoyance, he would probably hex the telephone for its' ringing, and end up hexing the person at the door for bothering him.
With the napkin, Ginny cleaned up Harry's face gently, dabbing gently at the egg. Harry stared, transfixed into her warm, chocolate eyes.
"Thanks," Harry said, giving a grin to his partner. He then returned his gaze to Amanda and Dudley.
"What are you going to be doing in Egypt?" Dudley shrugged.
"Our idiotic boss wanted us to do something historic for BBC. New Year's special report. They want to teach the ways of the Egyptians to our viewers. It's like a documentary. Also, some guy with no life supposedly found a new tomb. We have to go there and follow him around."
"Don't say that." Amanda scolded. "Egypt will be fun. Maybe we can learn something new about history. Dudley groaned loudly.
"I hate history." He whined.
"Cheers to that." Harry said sarcastically. History of Magic was one of the most boring class in his student years. Hermione would probably be the only one fully awake in that class.
"We're leaving at lunchtime." Amanda informed Harry and Ginny. "We'll probably be there by midnight. Then, we're heading over to the Pyramids to film" Harry looked at Dudley, slightly pitying his nosy cousin.
"Well, I don't think we're going to Egypt anytime soon. After we finish negotiations, we'll head back to England to celebrate New Years with family."
"Lucky." Dudley moaned. Harry scowled. No matter what his age, Dudley always acted like a spoiled 4 yr old.
"We must get going. Have to pack to keep up with our schedule. Need to get to the airport at lunchtime to catch out flight. Nice meeting you Mr. And Mrs. Palmer."
"Bye" Harry and Ginny spoke warmly. Amanda left the table, dragging Dudley behind her. Harry and Ginny both finished their breakfast, before letting the waiter charge it into their room fair. Then, they headed back upstairs to their suite.
The Peninsula Suite was an ideal room to live in. One of the best rooms in the whole five-star hotel. With a dramatic overview of Victoria Harbor and state-of-the-art furniture, this could easily be compared to the Queen of England's living quarters. Ginny and Harry both plopped down onto one of the couches, looking at the mission briefing envelope that lay on the coffee table in front of them.
Ginny remembered the limo ride where Harry offered to explain everything the next morning. Well, that time has come. Harry reached forward and opened the envelope, popping out several documents of writing and a few pictures.
Their mission was to obtain a highly regarded tablet, which was own by one of the most powerful men in China, Mr. Chang. His ruthless tactics brought him up from the tough streets of Shanghai and made him into one of the most respectable men in Hong Kong. If Harry was to obtain that tablet through negotiations, the price to pay wouldn't be cheap. He was to meet Mr. Chang at their official meeting time and place. 8:00 pm at Mr. Chang's yacht, The Victoria.
There was another factor added in. The tablet was rumored to contain certain dark magic in it, which tapped into, could unleash a great set of magical properties. Rumors spread quickly around the underground, as more and more gangs wanted to get their grubby hands on such a power. Harry had been forewarned by Warren, his trusted Hong Kong associate, last night at their secret meeting in the harbor. They were ambushed by the Ling Triad, as Warren had observed.
This complicated things a bit. Once Harry obtained the tablet, he would have to get out of Hong Kong as fast as he could. Staying here was too much danger. There was probably a price tag on his neck already. He had all of this planned out. He and Ginny would negotiate with Mr. Chang, have a car parked nearby, and zoom out of the city towards Mr. Lee's summer retreat in Rural China. There, the chance of gangs finding them would be little to none.
Little did Harry know, his accurately laid plans would be disrupted...
Ginny looked at Harry, noticing his troubled features. "Something wrong Harry?" Harry reeled out of his thoughts, shaking his head.
"Nothing Ginny. It's just that...nothing." Ginny breathed in and out slowly, knowing how Harry kept things to himself. Unlike Hermione and Ron, she didn't press into those issues. If Harry didn't want to talk about it, it would be best to wait until he was ready.
It was Christmas, and Ginny definitely didn't forget about it. "Wait just one minute Harry." She got up from her comfortable position on the couch and walked to their bedroom, searching through her suitcase. She remembered putting this in here. She planned to have it owl posted to Harry on Christmas in case she was still on her mission. It seemed as if fate was on her side, for now. Taking the ribboned white box, she held it to her chest, slowly walking back to Harry.
Harry looked up, surprised. Ginny smiled nervously and put the ribboned white box in front of Harry. He gently grabbed the box and pulled off the red ribbon garnet, opening the white box. Inside was probably one of the best Christmas gifts that he's ever received. He pulled out a golden necklace, with a heart shaped locket .
Opening the heart shaped locket, Harry found two moving pictures inside. On one side was a thirteen year old Harry, with messy raven hair and wearing his Hogwarts robes. He smiled roguishly at the older Harry. Harry looked at the other side of the locket. A twelve year old Ginny Weasley would be there, staring into Harry's eyes. She had a girlish face, with straight fiery-red hair, holding a few books to her chest and also wearing her Hogwarts robes. Harry found something interesting about the two pictures.
Whenever the picture of Harry would look at the picture of twelve year old Ginny, she would immediately color and turn the other way. Picture Harry would just look back at Harry and shrug. Harry chuckled. The pictures were cute.
He looked up at the real Ginny, who had her head down and was rubbing her arm nervously.
"It's nothing much...but-" She didn't get to finish for Harry had glided to her side and embraced her in a warm hug. Once Ginny got over her shock, she hugged back, enjoying the intimate embrace the two of them were in.
After several moments, Harry let go, rubbing the back of his head. He seemed nervous about something. Ginny immediately understood.
"Harry, if you don't have a present, it's fine. Having you with me for Christmas is all I need." Harry shook his head, sighing. Then, he took a chance.
"Ginny, look upon our bed. I'm sure there's something there." Ginny stood up, confused, before making her way back into their shared room. There, situated on top of their fluffy King-sized bed made Ginny gasp out loudly.
Harry sighed a breath of relief. When Ginny was walking to their room getting her present for Harry, he had tensed up, realizing that his present for her was in the same room. Thank Merlin she hadn't seen it. Ginny was too nervous thinking about her own present. Five-star room service really had its' wonders.
On his way down, Harry had paged the front desk to wait until Ginny had left the room to place his present upon the bed. The cleaning maids of the floor kept a lookout. When Ginny had left the room, three special employee bellhoppers carried Harry's present into the room. Harry had specifically shopped at one of the fine malls in the city before Ginny's flight arrived. Then, he made sure that all of his items were sent back to the hotel.
It had been a close call. Ginny didn't notice his present, until now.
"Oh Harry! It's beautiful!" Harry smiled to himself, before making his way towards the bedroom. There, situated on top of the bed, were three large, black silky boxes. Inside the largest box was a large red, satin dress that went down to Ginny's ankles. It had an asymmetric style as the dress was longer on Ginny's left leg, whilst it reached to just below her knees on the other leg. It was bare-backed and had spaghetti straps.
Ginny admired the dress before laying it slowly on top of the sheets. In the medium sized box was the most beautiful diamond necklace Ginny's ever seen. It sparkled in the sunshine, as it looked quite elegant and expensive. Harry definitely had good taste in style.
The last box held something of great importance. Inside was a bracelet, that seemed mysterious to Ginny.
"That bracelet is pretty old," Harry explained. "The host of the jewelry shop said that it meant trust and friendship. I thought that it suited us well. Ginny was close to tears as she put the necklace and bracelet down.
"One more thing." Harry continued. Ginny sat down upon the bed. This was the best Christmas she had experienced in her life. The gifts were wonderful, but Harry's thoughts into the gifts gave the love that made presents special.
Harry walked back into the room carrying two elegant slippers. "I thought that I would buy the complete set. You'll look beautiful."
Ginny ran across the room to Harry and gave him a hug that rivaled her mom's. Harry, out of breath, dropped the slippers as he was crushed by the beautiful girl hugging him.
"Can't...breath..." He managed to gasp out. Ginny let go of Harry, tears in her eyes.
"Thank you..." Ginny said softly. "This has been the best Christmas for me."
"No problem Ginny."
Ginny walked back over to the bed where her presents were.
"I'd think that I will wear them tonight, while meeting with Mr. Chang." Harry nodded.
"Good idea." He smirked. "And if anyone dares to lay a single finger on you, they will feel the wrath of a jealous husband."
Ginny quirked an eyebrow. "Jealous husband?" Harry smiled.
"Who wouldn't be jealous if I had the hand of the most beautiful lady of the decade." From outside the room, several clean-up maids could hear the laughs of a male, and giggles from inside the room.
The time was up to meet Mr. Chang. Harry dressed up in a custom made William Fioravanti tuxedo, giving him the needed 'power look' for negotiations. He waited at the front door overlooking all of the necessary precautions to take while arriving at his required destination, The Victoria, Mr. Chang's yacht.
Ginny was still in the master bedroom, changing into her elegant red, satin dress. Harry looked at his watch. 7:13 pm. Their meeting was in about half an hour. The tablet was to be acquired tonight, and Harry would immediately deliver it to his boss, Mr. Lee for further notifications. Then, is everything was done to precision, he would be able to spend the rest of this year with Ginny, for in five days, it would be New Year's Eve. They had a lot to catch up on. Two years without talking to each other.
"Ginny, you ready?" Harry called out from his spot in front of the door. The limo driver was ready and waiting downstairs. Harry was not a man that was late at all, he rarely made any direct mistakes that put the whole mission at risk. As an international agent, your policy was precision and accuracy, or death. Tough world, live with it.
Harry was reeled from his thoughts when Ginny appeared from behind him, tapping his shoulder softly. Harry whirled around, to face the true definition of breathtaking beauty, literally sucking all the air out of Harry's lungs. He did a double take, staring into her warm, chocolate eyes as he slowly regained his breath. She had an anxious look in her expression as she slowly rubbed her left upper arm. Ginny's new diamond necklace hung majestically from her neck, sparkling in the lights.
"You look..." Harry's brain was on overload. Harry's mind tried to process the necessary words for the woman in front of him, but failed miserably. No amount of words could explain her beauty. "You look ravishing Ginny." She immediately perked up.
"I feel like a princess."
"You look like a Queen." Harry answered, giving her a grin. He checked his watch. It was 7:26 pm.
"Come on, we need to hurry. Our negotiations are in half an hour." Ginny nodded and grabbed her purse, walking out the door. Harry held out his hand, letting Ginny wrap her hand around the inside of his arm. The couple later walked out of the hotel room, with quite a frenzy of attention.
The Rolls Royce Limo was waiting for them outside. The driver opened the door for Ginny, before looking at Harry.
"Where to, Mr. Palmer?"
Harry exhaled. "The harbor, Dock C." He stepped into the limo, letting the driver zoom them off towards the depths of Hong Kong. Here it was, it was all or nothing.
Bill woke up, unconscious as he studied his surroundings. Slowly, the dreariness from his eyesight slowly disappeared as he sat up from his laying position on the cool stone ground. He looked around the room, groaning as he felt his muscles spasm in pain.
There, laying motionless on the floor next to him was Daniel and Thompson, members of Bill's treasure hunting group for tonight. They both seemed to be unconscious.
"You're awake." A cold voice spoke from the corner of the room. Bill whirled around as the opening to the dark, damp chamber opened, revealing a tall, lean man wearing a midnight black and purple robe. His silvery eyes radiated in the darkness, like a cat's eyes, searching for his prey.
"What do you want with me." Bill ordered as his deep voice echoed around the chamber. Nothing special about this area, four walls, and one opening. It was the only entrance or exit to the area.
"Huh, looks like I've caught a Weasel." Malfoy pulled out his wand as he strutted towards Bill, his heavy steps striking off the walls. Instantly, Bill was up against the wall, with a wand pointed straight at his neck. Draco scowled, not dropping his stance. "I could kill you right now." He lifted the wand higher into the neck, jabbing it into Bill's lower head.
No, my master specifically asked for all hostages to be kept alive. They will be used for other businesses. Silver Fang had his reasons, and Draco would respect them, like a good servant.
"You're currently standing in one of the oldest catacombs on Earth. An ancient ruin, if you want to call it that." Draco seized a handful of Bill's collar and threw him back to the ground. "You are in the Ruins of Memphis, the legendary city."
Bill's eyes widened. "This city was supposed to have disappeared, lost in the depths of time."
Draco snorted. "Time doesn't change everything Weasel. Yes, buried in the depths of sands, but not lost, like the myth that goes with this place. Do you know what section this part of Memphis is?"
Silence.
"You are currently standing within ten feet, of the resting place of Anubis' army, the legion of dead souls, fighting for one cause, Death."
"You can't control that army," Bill countered. "You have to have the possession of the circle of power to control it. That power was lost."
"Again, wrong." Draco took out his left hand. The oldest Weasley son noticed a shining ring on top of his third finger, with a black diamond right on top. "The eternal darkness ring, capable of summoning the legion of death warriors." Draco had acquired the ring in Russia after killing a fellow Professional Historian in Switzerland 12 hours ago. His master, Silver Fang, was wise beyond his years.
Bill gulped, that army would be invincible if summoned. He had time. Taking the time to perform the ritual to summon the whole army would take time, almost near a day. He had about 24 hours to stop this Malfoy, before the world would be in direct danger. Draco sneered.
"That's not all that I'm planning to do. Silver Fang informed me about the legendary creature that Khafra summoned, to defeat every single aspect of evil at that time invading Egypt. If something that powerful could revert to raising destruction, my master's flawless plan will lead to global domination. The Gods are on our side now human. There is no way to win."
"King Khafra was a wise Pharaoh. He knew that this power would be used wrongly in the future. During his death, he specifically placed the pieces to the one key that unlocks the monster, spreading it out in the world. There is no way you have found it. Wizards have looked for centuries, unsuccessful."
"Wrong." Draco countered, twirling his wand around in his hands. "Those pieces have been found again. We have all pieces, except two. One is a tablet which holds the special words to summon the monster. Another is something not written in the history books. I, myself have no idea of the last piece, but my master Silver Fang will have his world." Draco walked in circles around Bill.
"Think about it foolish one," he drawled. "Both summonings take a full day to do. By tomorrow at midnight, the army of Anubis will rise from the gates of Hell, led by the legendary creature. What a grand show it will be. By next year, the world will truly change. We are here today, to alter history. It is a grand Christmas Eve isn't it?"
Bill tried to sit up, holding his bruised ribs in pain. "You're wrong. The only person who has the ability to control the creature are people with King Khafra's royal blood. Khafra never reproduced, leaving no rightful heir to his power!"
Draco smiled evilly, tapping his shoes on the ground. He leaned his face close to Bill's, lowering his voice to a mere, cold whisper.
"Who said anything about controlling the creature. My master's intention is to set the creature free, letting it raise Hell around the world. It is unstoppable. The world is gone Mr. Weasley, I shall be second in command of the New World Order. Such power."
Bill scrambled up, attempting to pack a powerful punch on Malfoy. The man was too quick, whipping out his wand and firing a curse at Bill.
The oldest Weasley son felt darkness creeping into his system. Slowly, the black spread, knocking Bill Weasley unconscious again.
Draco opened his robes and pulled out a black cell phone. He dialed two, and waited for the receiver to pick up.
"Speak." A cold voice emanated from the phone.
"It's Draco, I have captured your wanted men." A cackle could be heard from the phone, signaling that Draco's master was indeed pleased.
"Excellent young one. You have done well."
"But master, what of the tablet?" The unidentified voice on the phone chuckled.
"That is taken care of. Do you have possession of Danial?"
"Yes master."
"The tablet is ours. He is the key to our success." Draco was still confused. He didn't dare to question the master's motives, but curiosity overtook him.
"Where is the tablet sir?" There was a long silence, before the answer came from the darkness.
"Hong Kong..."
Author's Note: Right, part two to my story. Sorry for my long chapters...I find them easier to do, believe it or not. Details and information are better written...and later into the story, details are going to be a major importance. Review and tell me what you think. Good...bad? Shall I burn in the deepest pits of Earth? Alright, onto the next chapter, where we will meet the very eloquent Mr. Chang senior of Hong Kong.
