A/N: Hello all, Happy mid-Year Holiday! And a Merry Mid Winter to all!
Werner Ziegtman Jr hated his father.
Werner Ziegtman Sr was disgusted by his son.
A long time believer in purity Werner Sr had been taught two things by his father, there were two things worse than squibs, muggles, and Jews. From his early childhood WZ Sr had been treated worse than his family, a squib, disgusting, shameful and more, he had clung to the knowledge that there were some worse than he. He had married a beautiful wife, witnessed the sudden and shocking murder of his twot's elder brothers at the hands of Viennese mobsters, and then filled said mobsters pockets with leprechaun gold from Ireland.
The stupid muggles would blame each other before they suspected the truth of their vanishing money.
His life had been charmed, literally, until his darling wife, Anna, had revealed her true nature. For so long she had believed her to be the light of his life, a squib like himself, they had shared everything. They had a lot to share. Until she had shared one secret too many. His darling wife was Jewish, his golden son was not only not magical, but also part Jewish. WZ Sr did not care for his wife's disappointment at his beliefs, nor did he blink when a group of mobsters caught her in a dark alley.
His son was another matter.
Clever and cunning, he had yet to be caught alone and vulnerable. Until today.
WZ Sr had been quite shocked that his son had accepted the theater tickets at all. The boy had suspected foul play of the fatherly kind in his mothers death and had avoided his father for months. It was odd that he was willing to meet at all, Wz Sr was not, however, a man to pass by an opportunity, the opportunity to remove his half-cast son and blood-traitor wife.
Primus Weasley was on edge. All previous missions had been executed with precision, none of the refugees had been wanted or in immediate danger, most were simply sick of poor treatment and wished to leave. Most wanted to go to the promised land.
The land that the people spoke of lay to the east, they intended to settle in farms and live happily ever after, it seemed to good to be true. Who was Primus to judge?
his role tonight was to join Merope in leading a prominent couple out of the country, what could go wrong?
6:00pm
Harry and Alicia, stared at the gilded mirror of the hotel room. The intricate patterns of flowers and animals framing their faces as their skin bubbled and warped leaving a tall man with sandy blond hair standing next to a woman with long brown hair that reached her waist. both were wearing muggle drees clothes, long coats, and, in the case of the case of the man a strangely effeminate beaded bag.
Beside the stood the son of a squib and his non-magical wife, who now looked like their original form. Primus took a nod from Harry to guide the two muggles, down a hall with glass tables, porcelain vases and dried flowers, Primus thought it looked like his cousin Muriel's house. It was best not to think of Muriel's house, Primus had recently eaten.
6:30pm
Primus and Merope stood at the corner of the street, casting long shadows in the light of a lamp post. For the last twenty minutes they had appeared to be in deep conversation with two other street go-ers, their companions of sorts. Primus lent over an kissed Merope on the cheek, a harmless action, the two were dressed to match. Their 'friends' stood uneasily in the shadows, and a light far above them in the hotel went out; it's occupants on the move.
6:45pm
Harry and Alicia had seen the signal on the street and had made their way down the many levels of the hotel. Each carried, a strange pipe that emitted no smoke despite the sipping, sucking actions of the pair.
Exiting the revolving door of the Hotel they stepped into a waiting car; complimentary to the gold-class visitors at the hotel.
As the car sped off down the street another taxi followed, unnoticed by all.
10:00pm
Yannick and Moritz liked money. They liked money, fast cars, women, and snow. But mostly snow, neither man went a day without any. Tonight's job was to be paid in a combination of money and snow.
For the job, a rather special job, both men had acquired special coats for the occcaision. They had found them in a strange pub they had never seen before. Yannick had been wandering along an ordinary street when he had leaned against a wall that was not a wall. He had fallen through an open door that a pair of oddly dressed people were exiting. Inside the pub every person had been wearing strange clothes; Yannick assumed there had been a party. It was there in the middle of the room that he spotted the two coats, almost perfectly blended into the background the cats seemed to shimmer and change colour when he touched them, transforming into a formidable black with a small triangular insignia embroidered onto the lapel; such jacket, he thought, ought to be worn on special occasions, occasions like that night.
10:05pm
Harry had enjoyed the theater, Alicia had not. Harry had never seen an opera, Alicia hated all things operatic. And it was this topic that they were discussing as they left the theater and walked down a line of waiting cars to the one assigned by their hotel; their car was just around the corner at the end of the street. As they approached the doors a rough voice spoke behind them.
"nicht bewegen oder wir werden dich töten"
"I don't know what you mean" Harry responded.
"Wir wissen genau, wer du bist, nicht behaupten, Sie verstehen nicht. Er würde nicht glücklich sein zu wissen, Sie wollen nicht mit deinen dreckigen blooded Mutter sein!"
Alicia turned as pale as a sheet at these words and spoke, "Wer sind Sie?
"Sie wissen, wer wir sind"
Alicia and Harry shared a look, although Harry's was more of confusion, gripping each others hands tightly they twisted on the spot, it was never part of the plan to get caught, they were supposed to apparate from the hotel; disappear without a trace. As the turned they both caught a glimpse of the two men behind them.
They were both holding long thin items, obscured by the shadows in which they stood. In dark coats, made from what Harry thought could only be Thestral hide, a small insignia on the lapel, a triangle, a circle, and a straight line, was all Harry saw before he felt the uncomfortable sensation of apparating.
10:10pm
"Yannick, where on earth did they go?" Moritz asked.
"I don't know, I don't want to know. The client will not be pleased"
"Who says we have to tell him?"
Yannick was silent as he questioned why a villainous scoundrel such as himself would be honest.
"That's right, they disappeared into thin air! Lets get out of here, my coat is beginning to itch, whoever you stole it from must have had lice"
Elsewhere at 10:10pm
The younger Werner Ziegtman and his wife were seated in a nondescript train carriage now back in their original form. They had become aquainted with their magical guides and were rather enjoying themselves in a game called 'exploding snap' when a loud pop signified the arrival of the other two magical people, WZ Jr. thought there names were Alice and Harold.
Alice, if that was her name, looked pale, Harold looked physically ill.
WZ Jr. was uneasy at the thought of something that could make both the witch and the wizard so worried when they both whispered a single word that made the other two guides fall silent,
"Grindelwald"