This is Ryan, yeah long time, no type.
Just posting this for Dark.
The chapter title won't let me post the entire name of his chapter, as it's too long.
The usual, enjoy, please review.
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CHAPTER III: THE HARDSHIPS OF NECROMANCY AND REAL ESTATE
Mortem Keep, Unknown...
(August 21st, 1992)
Zaen Braithmore was loyal.
Even after his master had fallen to the old fool, he kept working. His master had confided to him, that in the event of his death, Zaen was responsible for bringing him back.
For years, Zaen had worked, studied, done everything he could to restore his master. As a Expert of Necromancy, Zaen had experience with the dead, but this was a different case.
He had no body to work with, as his master's body was literally obliterated. His master lived on in a sense, but in a spiritual form, which he couldn't even interact with.
He had searched through all of Europe, and parts of America for a Mystic, but had only found frauds.
Over the years his master's patience had worn thin, until he found something…
He had remembered a discussion he'd had with his master when he lived, involving Horcruxes.
His master mentioned the first he had created as a teenager,a diary. He told him how he had split a part of himself, his soul into the book.. He mentioned how he created a form of himself, a separate him that lived inside the diary, and guarded it from harm.
Upon remembering this, Zaen had searched for the diary, and discovered it was in an unlikely place… Bulgaria.
He had sent one of his men out to retrieve it, and created a 'reason' for the man to randomly be going on a 'vacation' to Bulgaria.
Once the man finally returned, Zaen told the man to prepare himself, and return the next day, which the man did.
Zaen had explained the man's role, and sent him after a child he thought perfect for the plan. He knew one thing upon the man's success, he would make sure that his master returned…
But then there was trouble...
He had chosen a student of a nearby school for the sacrifice, and decided he'd let the diary work it's wonders on bringing his master back.
That had been his plan, until he heard about a student at the school that could make his work useless, Hadrian Potter. The child of the latest dark lord, and an elemental.
He had decided he'd do whatever was necessary to keep the boy from interfering in his master's resurrection, even if he had to kill the boy himself.
He had sent his house elf , thinking that the elf's 'friendliness' could persuade the boy into staying away, only to find out the boy captured his elf and interrogated him. The boy knew about him now, Dobby confirmed that much.
I wonder if he'll search for me? He questioned himself, wondering whether he'd have to put matters aside to silence the boy.
Even if he is an elemental, the boy is eleven, what could he do to me?
Tom's place, Diagon Alley, Wizarding Britain.
"Hey Tom, got a hit on Braithmore." Dean Greengrass reported when he stepped into his friend's flat.
"What did you find?
"Well, some people down in Knockturn told me more about the guy. He apparently runs an 'unofficial' business, you bring him a body and payment, he brings them back. The shopkeepers say an obliviate is included, and that's probably why no one even knows what he looks like."
"How do we, request his services..?' Tom asked, cocking an eyebrow, and sipping from his mug.
"That, I don't know, but I'll look into to it a bit more. Frankly, I think it's dangerous business just asking about the guy, and if you haven't noticed, we don't have any dead people."
"Hmm, we might be able to do something about that, but I'm not so interested in the obliviate. There must be more to find out about this guy, I don't want some guy having access to Hadrian…"
"I agree, but work is slow. I'll keep on working on finding the Order, and I'll see what I can find on Braithmore in my spare time." Dean said, hoping his friend would be reassured by his efforts.
"Alright, I've got some stuff to work on as well, mainly lesson plans for Stumper. Floo call me if anything comes up."
"Will do Mystery." Dean said, stepping back through the fire after bringing up his home.
"Now, which books to assign?" Tom wondered aloud, shifting through a pile of books.
I hate this part of my job...
Potter Manor, Founder's Lane, Pevenno
(August 22nd, 1992.)
Hadrian Potter waited in the parlor for his guests to arrive, which wasn't for long.
He had invited the Heads of Mage Corp to his home, for a 'business proposal' upon talking once more with Sharp Soul.
He stood when Flare escorted the three men into his home, and into the room.
Hadrian exchanged greetings with the men, shook hands, and offered them a seat, which they all accepted.
"Lord Potter, it's great to meet you, I'm Isaac Coel." The first man said warmly.
Isaac Coel was a tall man, with a lean frame. He had short dirty blonde hair, and brown eyes. All of the men were formally dressed in muggle suits, which made Hadrian stick out in his own home.
After Isaac sat down, his partners introduced themselves before following his example.
"So, Lord Potter. We were told you have a proposal for us?" Isaac started, eyes on Hadrian, as were the other's.
"Yes, I do. I want to buy your company…
Everything about your company will be the same, except I'll be funding you, and I'll get a working model of your latest devices. I've researched you all as well, and I know that you don't have a stable workplace. I'm willing to supply you three with a building to work in, Frente Tower. The tower belongs to me, though I have no use for it. As long as you blokes don't trash the place, you may use it." Hadrian offered, a professional look on his face.
The men were shocked, but they all nodded. A eleven year old offered to buy their company, and give them a building. The only thing it'd cost them was some of their inventions, which they'd do gladly.
"I'm willing to pay one hundred and seventy-thousand galleons for it, along with any paid expenses. And like I said, all I want is what you make. I bought one of the watches you three made last year, works wonderfully," He said, tenderly stroking the enchanted watch. "That's why I'm doing this. I want to see what you can do with more funding. Now, I have several forms here for us to fill out, Isaac, you're first." He held out a pen towards the man, as he assumed they were muggleborn.
As quick as he possibly could, Isaac snatched the pen, signed where he needed to, and passed it on.
The others signed on their spots, and turned to Hadrian, who followed.
"Well gentlemen, I hope this will be a long and prosperous company. I'm looking forward to working with you three, and seeing what wonders you can bring to our boring world." Hadrian said, giving them a smile as they walked to the door, before stopping the blond. "Isaac, I'll send you a portkey to Frente Tower tomorrow. We'll also need to stop by Gringotts."
"Okay, see you then 'Boss'." The man joked, walking with his colleagues back to their car.
Hadrian watched as their car drove away from Potter Manor, and was swallowed by Pevenno.
That went better than I expected. The Voice said.
Oh shut up you, can't you let me be normal for just a little bit?
Nope. The Voice said smugly.
It was short, as Dark wants to cover certain things in these early chapters, and doesn't want to overstuff them with random stuff just to make them bigger. He said the ones later on will be bigger, as he'll have more to work with, just like last time.
If you think it looks weird, it's ported straight from HPFanFicArchive, the second site we post on.
Well, goodbye for now.
-Ryan
