Disclaimer: I don't own THE Harry Potter characters.
Prologue
Raindrops fell like a waterfall from the heavy rain, down to the city of London. Unlike the usual London weather, temperature fell dramatically from the day before. Cold summer breeze blew through the open window of a seven story office building, making a woman inside the office shiver. The woman walked towards the open window attempt to close it. From the third floor of her office, she sighed while looked down at the deserted street illuminated by the traditional Victorian street lamps, before turned around to go back to her work.
In the centre of the huge British Museum Reading Room, a woman with strawberry blonde hair was sitting on her knees with her hands tied behind her back. Two black cloaked figures stood at the entrance of the room. Both of them were armed with pistols pointing it at the woman's head. The woman looked like in her mid-twenties. She was wearing a white long sleeve blouse and a pair of faded jeans which both were covered by her own blood. Her pale blue eyes were widening in fear, locked with the guns in her assailants' hand. Her strawberry blonde hair was covered by her blood just like her clothes and hasn't been messier in her whole life.
'Where are the file and the books?' hissed the assailant at her right.
'I said I have no idea what you are talking about. What file? What books?' the woman yelled wildly.
On the left side of the room behind the counter was a large shelf. Several folders, originally belonged to the shelf, was tossed away carelessly by the assailants and had landed around the counter. A computer was on the counter. Its monitor was broken by her assailant in his frustration, had been hurled on the carpet. On the keyboard's right was a pad in a neat writing says:
Tel: 342-6135
Date: 27th July, 8:30 AM
Come to office tonight.
L.C.
A phone was on the keyboard's left side, but the line had been cut off. From the entrance door which is half opened, come the only light in the room. The light lit up the dim reading room in the huge Greek revival style building. A pine green coloured carpet under their feet. The huge domed ceiling echoes every sound they made within the room in the silent night.
The great museum has ninety-four galleries and thousands of artefacts. It is the oldest museum in the world and enlightens visitors from around the globe. Through the enormous domed ceiling's windows, heavy rain could be seen.
'This is your last chance, where are the file and the books? Maybe we can bargain a little as you clearly don't know the exact hiding place of them. Maybe... and I mean it. Maybe we'll consider to let you live... a bit longer if you could kindly tell us something you know that might help us.' the same assailant said with a smirk on his face laughing evilly.
A momentary silence fell in the room, no-one moved, three people within the room seemed all holding their breath as the only sound could be heard are the sound of pounding rain.
'I... I don't know where the file is, and I think the books are somewhere in the stock room on the underground floor. I'm not to be trusted with some secrets like that, the director says... but...' the woman said this really quickly, but interrupted by...
BANG!
Then she screamed.
The woman's eyes widened more if possible as the bullet hit the woman's stomach where her clothes began soaked by her own blood.
'I... I...' the woman trembling violently, as she sank lower to the floor.
'Shame, you could have saved yourself, but seeing as you are not as cooperating as we expected you would be, you have no use to us. Oh, by the way, there are no stock rooms on the underground floor, thought you could come up with a better lie.' the cold vice said as an after thought with a sneer on his face.
Katie Fletcher, privet secretary of the director of the British Museum, Louis Chippendale, heard footsteps fading away and a slamming sound of the entrance door, signalling the departure of her assailants, before drift into unconscious. Unknown to her assailants there are two letters lay on the tray of the out mailing box...
