I am back with another I Am The Weapon Chapter! I honestly love this story so much, I love Nyssa so much, and have been obsessed with writing it! Therefore, I would really appreciate it if you guys favorite, comment, or bookmarked it. You have already given this story so much, and it would be amazing if the love kept coming! -Heather
I had no clue how many people it would take to get me into the Quidditch World Cup, and clearly, the Minister of Magic didn't either. When I was assigned weeks ago to protect him, Cornelius Fudge, as well as the head of Magical Games and Sports, Ludo Bagman, it apparently didn't dawn on anyone that I was a muggle. Despite it being in my file, right in front of the Minister's face as he made the decision. But I knew that he didn't care about that, and he never has. He and Ludo both favored me over any Aurors because of the special amenities I seemed to provide, which is the nice terms they put blackmailed sex in. I, unlike others, knew exactly what they meant.
When I showed up at the World Cup, not being able to walk in the campground made me chuckle inside. After all, the Minister's pale face at the realization was priceless. He had to call over a grand total of 11 Magical Security Workers to get me into the area without any glamours, and it took over 45 minutes. Both men you were assigned to were extremely pissed off, and I could tell they would need something to make up for it later. But it didn't matter, because the second I could finally enter the men were under the people pleasing mask. They began to walk around the campsite greeting others, myself in tow.
They would approach some of the multi-colored tents, searching out those who are important in wizarding society. Others would come up to them, asking for their autographs or pictures.
Sometimes the two men would separate, finding differences in the list of people they needed to greet. Which was a real pain in my ass. All of a sudden I had to deal with two people in two different locations. But, overall, the job was easy enough. Stay back, don't talk to anyone, keep your eyes out for potential threats, and most importantly, don't get distracted. A piece of cake, well it was until we ran into the Weasleys.
They must've been about nine in total, seven with red hair, two without, and it was obvious they had just arrived. They had two deep green, magically expanding tents with young people going in and out. But it was the site of the paternal figure of the group that drew Ludo Bagman over to them, and in turn, making me go with him. "Arthur!" He exclaimed at the sight of the older, red-headed man.
"Ludo!" Arthur exclaimed back, shaking hands with my boss as soon he got close enough to. I rolled my eyes. But with the man's words, all of his group came out of the tent. The younger kids' eyes searched Ludo's and my own, struggling to figure out who we were. The older ones held less obvious mystery, but with my intuition, I could still detect some curiosity and definitely a little bit of lust directed at myself.
"Oh, kids," Arthur began when he noticed their inquisitiveness, "this is Ludo Bagman, head of Magical Games and Sports. I know him from the Ministry." Realization came across the bunch as Ludo began to shake their hands, giving words of greeting to each of the young adults. "Ludo, meet my kids, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, and Ron." He pointed to each of the red-headed children respectively. I could see the scruff and down-to-earthness about each of them. It was roguish, and attractive as hell. "We are also accompanied by my children's friends. Meet Hermione Granger." Arthur said as he pointed to a brunette, bushy-haired girl who just seemed to look out of place with the others. There was also a layer of insecurity she seemed to carry, very intently masked, but still there. "And our other guest, Harry Potter."
Ludo and I looked at each other with shock, neither of us seeming to notice the scar on the almost invisible boy's forehead. But sure enough, it was there. And without even skipping a beat Ludo was over next to him, frantically shaking his hand and kissing his ass. I wasn't surprised.
What shocked me though was that the boy overlooked the man's attention, unlike anyone I had ever seen. Instead of looking around him and meeting my eyes, both of us staring at each other for a minute without moving or speaking. One overlooked figure finding another. For a second his hand reached up and grazed his scar, but just as soon as he did it his hand was by his side again.
"Who is she?" He asked Ludo, and for a second Ludo didn't know what to do. No one, especially not someone of Harry Potter's caliber, had ever done that before. But he quickly recovered and gestured for me to come closer to the group of people, I did.
"This," he said as he grabbed my wrist, almost as a sign of possession, "is my personal protection, Nyssa." Everyone stared, and I admit, it was probably well deserved. With my skin tight, black leather pants, grey bra-like top, high stiletto boots, and several visible of my tattoos all over my body. I was different than anyone here, and that was very clear.
"Hi." I said with a small wave, not daring to shake anyone's hand. I got a couple of small waves back, and a glare coming from the brunette, but nothing outstanding. Well, that was until the twins emerged from the crowd.
One seemed to size me up, giving me a once over before looking at his brother and exchanging an unspoken nod. "Ireland or Bulgaria?" They asked me, remaining perfectly serious.
I fought a smile as I said simply, "Bulgaria."
"Naw girl!" The other one screamed, faking anger with a smile on his face.
"Bulgaria might catch the snitch, but Ireland going to win." He informed me, as I couldn't help but grin. They radiated joy unlike others I seem to surround myself with, I liked them.
Ludo cut into our conversation, finding an opportunity to change the subject away from me. "Are you willing to bet?" Ludo asked them, and once again the group was absorbed in him as they should be.
I stepped away and once again everything felt normal, but I could still tell something was up with the youngest redhead and the Potter kid. They both kept looking at me, and not how I was used to. Judgment flooded their gaze, when the redhead whispered something to his companion about me, causing them to snicker. I could simply make out one word, 'whore.'
I let out an annoyed huff as I sauntered closer to the pair, no one else noticing quite yet. "What was that?" I asked them, their faces turning bright red.
"Nothing." The Potter brat stuttered, neither of the pair daring to look me in the eye.
"Really?" I asked, grabbing the red head's hand, spinning him around and pulling him closer. This allowed my elbow to wrap around his throat, giving my arm a slight squeeze. Not enough to harm, but enough to scare. At this point, I began to attract the rest of his party's attention, but none of them stepped in. "What did you say about me?" I hissed out into his ear as he unsuccessfully tried to claw my hand away.
"I swear…" He said as I tightened my elbow just a little bit.
"What did you call me?" I said loud enough for the rest of the group to hear.
"A...a…" He began as the words almost seemed difficult to spit out, "whore."
I let go and pushed him forward, letting him think he was free. But then proceeded to grab his hand, this time using the force of our contact to flip the boy back-first onto the ground. "Never call me a whore again."
I walked away, not caring for his moans and groans. "I see you have met my protection this evening Mr. Weasley." A familiar yet disgusting voice said from behind me, but this time it wasn't Ludo. I rolled my eyes, refusing to try and make an effort to look at him or the rest of the group for that matter.
"Minister." I heard Arthur Weasley say as the group got quiet, only the sound of faint introductions could be heard.
I did turn back in time to see Percy Weasley, a boy with a reputation of being an ass kisser, bow to Cornelius. The only person I have ever seen make the Minister so uncomfortable with one single action. "Percy." He acknowledged before immediately turning away, approaching Harry instead. I snickered as I watched Percy's face turned pale at the dismissal.
"Mr. Potter! So glad to see you here tonight!" The Minister exclaimed, as the boy's face got red at the attention.
"Well I am so glad to be here tonight, it's unreal." He replied back, and I smirked at his innocence.
"I was actually meaning to talk to you about something Mr. Potter." The Minister said as he lowered his voice, trying to act casual and suppress a smile.
"What is it?" The boy loudly whispered back, eyes widening.
"Well, you wouldn't have heard it from me, but something very big is happening this year at Hogwarts, very big indeed." The Minster made no attempt for his words to be kept secret, causing Harry, as well as all of his friends, to let out big grins and chuckles.
"Enough about the future Cornelius!" Ludo cut in, almost angry at the Minister for spoiling a little bit of the secret, as he grabbed his shoulder and started to steer him away from the kids. "Let's enjoy the moment!"
Words of farewell broke out amongst the group as Cornelius, Ludo and I started to make our trek back to the stadium. "See you in the box!" The Minister shouted at the group, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see them waving and thumbs-upping back to us. I gave them a small smile and continued to strut away.
