I just own my characters.
Note: There was one reviewer who thought that the character Dan was Hermione's father. The character Dan came from my other story Teens of the dead. Hermione's parent's are all derped up and aren't in England right now.
Good old J.K. never gave the Granger parents any names. Dan just happened to be the name given by fanfictioners.
Chapter 2
Dylan
We were in Grimmauld place. Our prisoner was locked away was under interrogation.
"Hey Dylan," Dakota said. "The fucker isn't speaking. He didn't respond to pain. We cut his arm off and then that Hermione healed his arm back on. I think you'll need to mindfuck him."
" Okay. How old do you think he is?" I asked.
" I'd say early twenties." My brother said.
I had my crossbow with an bolt loaded.
I looked at this guy. I saw pain. That was certain. His own blood dried on his face. There was determination in his eyes.
"Th dark lord shall reward me for not speaking. My death eater brothers will remember me." The sick guy said.
" Do you know what this is?" I asked him, holding the weapon up.
He made no answer.
I shot a bolt at his hand. He hissed in pain as he tried to pull the arrow out.
" If you don't talk I will shoot three of these at your crotch. From what I put together, magic can heal most injuries and regrow limbs. However, it has to fixed fast. Your dick and balls will be destroyed and guess what?" I said.
" Oh god." His eyes wide. I knew he'd react to this. His age alone would do it.
" I'll let you live."
Harry
"Where is Ollivander?" I asked. I didn't like the idea of interrogation, but we didn't have any truth serums.
" He's at Malfoy manor." He said.
"How did you find us?" I asked him. He had fear in his eyes.
"The taboo. When you say his name it tells us where the name was said." He said quickly.
"Who?" Hermione asked. The mercenaries were all in a separate room except for Alex.
" Death eaters, snatchers. You know, guys collecting mudbloods. You have a nice bounty on your head.
"Where is you know who at?" Ron asked.
"I don't know." The guy said.
"What do we do with him?" I asked. "The fidelius charm will let him tell the death eaters where it is."
"We'll have to get rid of him."Alex said.
" You idiot. Kicking him out of the house'll make it worse." Ron yelled.
" I meant killing him." Alex said. "It's the only way to get rid of this security breach."
"I guess it's less cruel then keeping him locked up."
"I'll transfigure the body into something burnable.
Dan
"What is that!" Ana yelled. She had her two guns before Harry waved her down.
"It's Kreacher. He's my house elf." Harry replied.
"Who's the piece of shit next to him." I asked.
"It's Fletcher." Harry said.
"Let Kreacher bash Fletcher. Fletcher will tell master what master wants to know or Kreacher will..." Kreacher said.
"If he needs any persuading, you can help." Harry said.
"When you were looting this place, did you-" Harry began to ask.
"Sirius din't want any of this shit. He'd thank me for getting rid of it." He said.
" Did you see a locket. It had a S on it made of rubies."
"Some lady asked me if I had a license to sell. She threatened to send me to azkaban. She probably coulda done it too." Mudungus said. "I was gettin pretty scared because of that. Then she saw that locket. She wanted and I had to give it to er."
I had a bad feeling about that bitch.
"She looked a bit like a toad. Think 'er name was =Umbitch. Probally got that wrong."
Keith
I looked through my binoculars at the entrance to a public toilet.
The last month was pretty boring. I would stakeout the entrance of the ministry of magic. I watched as a ton of people walked in and walked out nine hours later.
I was in an apartment that we bought. I was taking pictures and emailed them to Jake.
"You have a foot sticking out of your cloak Harry." I said into a two way radio.
I kept a camera looking at the entrance.
"Thanks. I really ought to pay more attention.
"Possible candidate 1 has exited the ally. She's wearing black robes. Wait. I'm gonna look through my rifle." I said. I took out my rifle. It had the best zoom.
I put the scope up to my right eye. It wasn't loaded.
"I see a badge on her. It has a gable on it. It looks like she works in law. The robes have a golden trim to it. She's taking out her wand. It looks like willow maybe. It's in a pristine condition. I'd guess she takes pride in what she does. Seems to be fairly wealthy."
She went into a public restroom.
"She's gone." I said. I grabbed a cheap soda out of the fridge and chugged it.
"How's your mission going Dylan?" I asked Dylan over the intercom.
Dylan
I had a mission to bug the ministry up. We needed enough intel to know everything.
According to the wizards, magic interferes with technology. Extremely magic places screw with tech. Certain places of the ministry would screw with our stuff. Keith's thermals would die. Jake would be useless. Thankfully I don't use anything above 17th century.
We're pretty sure that the cameras should work in most areas. The picture would be pretty horrible though.
I managed to sneak in using an old escape route through a subway.
I pulled up my trusty bulletproof trench coat. It turnsout being bulletproof helps you with being spell proof.
" How's your mission going Dylan?" Keith, my best friend, asked.
"I haven't eaten in two days. If it wasn't for the fact Dakota is going to make me a pizza when I get back is the only reason. Knowing him, he'd put eggs in instead of cheese. Just to make me mad."
"I don't see why we can't just kill the bitch and be done with it. Take the locket off her corpse." Keith complained.
" Harry said that if she disappeared, then the repercussions would , how did he say it? 'bugger it up' damn english-isms." Dylan went on. " Screw this, I'm gonna steal some bacon. Sneak into the kitchens and eat some raw. See if I can get anything besides 'pumpkin juice'. I miss America."
" When we get that money, all of us can just hang out like rich people. Just go into a underground bunker. I'll shoot off bullets and make guns. You'll figure out another way to stab someone. Anika will so something. Dakota will get pissed at you. Dan will have a yelling match with him. It'll be like old times." Keith said. "Hey, when was the last time you slept?"
" Twenty hours. I just go back into the secret passage way and curl up. You'd b suprised at how comfortable stairs can be." Dylan said.
Harry
The fact of the matter was, those guys don't have magic. They couldn't obliviate memories.
If Umbridge was attacked, she would use it for her own purpose. She would use it to gain political power.
That Dylan was the only one that would be able to get there. How to take a locket off someone, who was wearing it was not good.
Without a doubt, Umbridge would make a big deal about it. With my luck, the event would end up as an article in the prophet.
Senior Member of the Ministry of Magic's favorite piece of Jewerly stolen straight from the executive's office
The high ranking ministry leader has had a extremely valuable locket taken from her possession. Dolores Umbridge is one of the most important personal in the ministry.
Ms. Umbridge had this to say, "I cannot handle anyone staling anything. This is something that someone along the lines of Harry Potter would do. I myself have caught him braking into my office, when I taught at Hogwarts. This means that anyone who did an act like this is like the evil Potter."
Rita Skeeter, writer of all intersesting articles, advises to vote for Ms. Umbridge in the next election. She has been confirmed to be running for minister of Magic.
It would be some sort of propaganda to make her look better. There would of course be a picture of the locket. I doubted Voldemort would read it but...
"My Lord." Lucius said. " I have found an item in the paper. This appears to be a ancient artifact of Slytherin. It appears to be a locket. It's been stolen by some petty thief."
If they killed her, then her picture would be in the paper. With my luck, with her locket on her. Either way, Voldemort would be on us.
Author's note and junk
Another chapter. I truly enjoy making these OC fics. The fact is, these are real people. We may not exactly have gun, that's only Keith, or kill people, but it's a good way for me to pass the time.
The thing is, I can only write while watching YouTube. This distracts me and slowers my typing.
The reason I enjoy these fics is, I can use things I have learned from my friends for the fic. Like the fact, my brother knows a lot about Sigmond Freud. Don't expect him to approve of Harry-Ginny.
I want to know, who likes zombies? Just tell in the comments. In the story, I make a lot of references to the zombie outbreaks on the eastern coast of America. I was thinking about using my god-like powers of author and place a horcruxe in, say, New York. Yeah.
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