Chapter 3

"You like," Bernardo asked as Amelia tore through a donner kebab.

"So good," Amelia sighed.

"Ah I thought you might like them," Bernardo replied.

"Why," Amelia asked.

"Well from the little I know of the British wizarding world, I kinda figured they wouldn't have anything like Turkish food, and you seem like the type who likes to try new things. Oh and Beatrice all but demanded we come here again before go back to Italy. I think that means she likes it, and if she likes it then it must be good." Bernardo explained.

"Wait what….." Amelia gasped dropping her food.

"That Beatrice recommended this place. The girl's going to be a top rated food critic when she grows up, if she learns some control," Bernardo explained.

"Before that," Amelia said glaring at Bernardo.

"Oh the bit about the British Wizarding world, yeah I've had dealings with some of your country men in the past," Bernardo said.

"Are you a wizard… who do you work for….." Amelia growled reaching for her wand.

"Nope I'm just what your kind would call a squib or a muggle," Bernado said spinning her wand around his fingers. "As for who I work for that is the Italian muggle government, but I do keep an eye on the magical government for them from time to time." Bernardo said tossing Amelia her wand. "I wouldn't try that obliviate spell of yours."

"Why not," Amelia shot back.

"Because I like you, and Beatrice doesn't take it to kindly when people try to hurt me. Also, there is little problem of your magic not working on me," Bernardo explained.

"That's impossible," Amelia replied.

"Well you see funny thing is that my great great great something on both sides of the family pissed off some gypsies and well those curses just so happened to merge when it came to little old me and now I can't do magic, but magic doesn't work on me either," Bernardo explained.

"You're the Void Wizard," Amelia gasped.

"So that's what they are calling me now," Bernardo chuckled.

"You're exploits are legendary," Amelia replied tightening her grip on her wand.

"Seriously all I did was stop a couple of wanna be dark lords and I'm a legend," Bernardo said.

"You wiped out an entire rampaging Vampire clan in the Balkans," Amelia said.

"Well the morons shouldn't have tried to feed on a defenseless village, and they might be resistant to magic, but a couple of tons of napalm will burn just about anything," Bernardo replied.

"Why are you here, have you come to join Voldemort?," Amelia growled.

"Moldewort, never heard of him," Bernardo replied.

"The worst Dark lord since Grindewald and you haven't heard of him," Amelia gasped.

"Oh, that guy, nope I was here on muggle matters, but if Beatrice and I got a shot at him several groups on the continent would not be averse to him pushing up daisies permanently," Bernardo explained.

"But he is unstoppable, only Dumbledore can fight him," Amelia replied.

"Maybe magically, but if you use a big enough boom you can destroy just about anything," Bernardo stated.

"Point taken," Amelia said.

"Anyway, enough about Dumbledork, and Moldy shorts," Bernarod sighed. "Lets just enough these lovely Turkish delights my dear Princess of the British Isles," Bernardo said causing Amelia to giggle.

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"Note to self, kill Petra," Triela grumbled she trudged through the English countryside.

"I really don't see the downside to this," Hillshire replied.

"Of course, you wouldn't," Triela grumbled adjusting the large pack on her shoulders. "Making the girl carry all the weight."

"You are one with super strength remember," Hillshire said.

"Then why isn't Claes carrying some of this," Triela griped.

"Because this is your penance for my garden and books," Claes quipped.

"Oh, come on I said I was sorry and I did arrange for this little trip of yours," Triela sighed.

"And I greatly appreciate what you have done for me," Claes said. "And we are here," Claes said as that approached the shore of a rather large lake.

"Finally," Triela sighed dropping the gear on the thick grass by the shore.

"It's not like I was making do a death march or anything," Hillshire said chuckling at Triela's theatrics.

"Shut up and give me the berliners," Triela said lunging for a box of the German treats.

"And here I thought you had manners," Hillshire said easily dodging her attack before handing her the box.

"Yeah well you didn't let me get any breakfast today," Triela said between stuffing the German donuts down her throat.

"Better watch what you feed her Mr. Hillshire or she might start busting out of her skirts," Claes said as she readied her fishing rod.

"Yeah well at least I'm not sitting around reading books all day," Triela shot back.

"Claes are you sure this is a public area," Hillshire said pointing to the large manor a mile or two away on the other side of the pond hoping to distract the two before they tried to kill each other.

"The book didn't mention any nearby houses," Claes replied looking up towards the manor.

"New construction," Triela said.

"I don't think they would be using a Victorian style though," Hillshire replied as the side of the house exploded. "Triela…."

Well there goes my vacation. "I'm on it," Triela replied taking off towards the manor.

"What about me sir," Claes asked.

"Enjoy the fishing," Hillshire replied taking one of the fold up chairs.

"But…." Claes said.

"I'm sure it's just a construction accident," Hillshire replied.

"That explosion didn't look like a construction accident sir," Claes added.

"Possibly, but Triela has been in a foul mood as of late and it's that time of the month, so this would be a good way for her to let off some steam, Hillshire replied.

"If you say so sir," Claes said casting her line.

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Any complaints were driven from Triela's mind as shrieks of pain began to faintly echo from the manor. Doubling her already super human pace, Triela barreled through the blown open side of the manor the normal signs of an explosion suspiciously absent. What she found was even more confusing as a pair of black cloaked individuals with white masks pointing sticks that were emitting a sickly yellow light towards another pair who were writhing in agony.

"What the hell," Triela said stunned by the scene. "Did I just walk onto a movie set or something.

"Another one," a female sounding voice said. "Just how big is there dam family anyway.

"Who cares just get rid of her," a male voice said.

Acting on instinct Triela leapt to the side as a jet of light was fired in her direction. "Ok not a movie set."

"Die blood traitor," the pair yelled as explosions erupted around her.

"Note to self, kill Claes," Triela groaned as an explosion flung her across the room.

"Had enough," the man laughed as two bullets slammed into his mask, shattering it as the magic protections enchanted on it were meant for arrows and early firearms, and not modern weaponry. "Impossible the man choked out as two more bullets slammed through his broken shield perforating his heart.

"Rudolphus," the woman shrieked grabbing the man and vanishing with a pop, leaving behind a glowing red gem.

"Crap," Triela hissed throwing herself over the crying child before the manor exploded around her.

"Triela," Hillshire and Claes called out as they approached the burning remains of the manor.

"Don't worry it will be fun, they said. A nice relaxing vacation they said. The countryside air will be good for your health, but you never said anything about being blown up," Triela grumbled tossing a large beam off her.

"You're alive," Hillshire cried out.

"Of course, I'm alive, do I look like a ghost to you," Triela shot back.

"No, but you are looking a bit more boyish than usual," Claes remarked.

"What do you mean," Triela said feeling the breeze on the back of her neck…. "Oh come on not cool," Triela groaned. "Do you have any idea how long it will take me to grow it out again."

It's going to be a long couple of months, maybe the doctors will have a way to speed things up. "No but you could tell me what the hell happened around here." Hillshire asked.

"This jackass," Triela growled kicking what was left of Rudolphus. "Was using some sort of freaky magical laser thingy to torture the kids parents. He took 2 to the face that were blocked by some kind of scifi magical shield thing, but it broke and two more to the chest finished the job. His female partner teleported out of here or something leaving this glowing gem, when I jumped on the kid by instinct. Turns out the gem is one hell of a hand grenade. I don't know who these guys are, but their weapons technology is more advanced than anything the agency has."

"Um about that…." Hillshire said scratching his head. "It's not technology."

"Its not. Then what hell is it," Triela hissed.

"Probably magic, and where is Bernardo when you need him," Hillshire sighed. "We should probably leave before the British magicals show up."

"To late," Claes said holding up a blond haired fop in a robe.

"Unhand me my name is Gilderoy Lockhart and I demand you unhand me this instant," the man protested as Claes held the hogtied man over her shoulder.

"He tried to shoot me with a red light," Claes replied.

"That was probably just a stunning spell," Hillshire explained. "You can put him down Claes."

"Yes sir," Claes replied before throwing him into one of the few remaining walls.

"Clases," Hillshire sighed.

"You didn't tell me to be gentle sir," Claes replied.

"Right," Hillshire said running a hand through his hair.

"Triela, put the kid down and lets get out of here before more magicals show up," Hillshire said.

"No," Triela shot back.

"Triela," Hillshire said looking his surrogate daughter in the eye.

"No, he needs me," Triela said rocking the child in her arms.

"Triela be reasonable," Hillshire said.

"No, he was targeted for a reason, and I don't care what you or the agency says, I am going to protect him," Triela replied glaring at Hillshire, with an almost visible fire in her eyes.

"You always were a stubborn pain in the ass," just like your mother, Hillshire groaned. "But you are handling Jean and Lorenzo.

"See, Neville, things always work out well when you ask nicely," Triela explained.

"Is that before or after you rip their arms off and beat them with them," Claes quipped.

"I don't rip peoples arms off," Triela shot back.

"No, you just rip their trachea out instead," Claes said.

"One time, I only did that one time," Triela grumbled.

"Better watch out Neville your sister is a violent one," Claes said making faces at Neville.

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"Bernardo breakfast time," Beatrice called out knocking on the door.

"Go away sleeping," Bernardo grumbled.

"Breakfast time," Beatrice replied quietly opening the door.

"Go bother Petra or something," Bernardo grumbled.

"Do you remember the last time you made me miss breakfast," Beatrice quipped.

"It's a first time for everything," Bernardo said burying his head into something warm and soft. The next thing he knew firecrackers where going off all around him as smoke, noise, and flashes of light filled the room.

"Dam it Beatrice," Bernardo roared leaping to his feet.

"What the hell," Amelia screamed her wand already out.

"What, I'm hungry," Beatrice replied opening the window to let the smoke out. "And I approve," Beatrice added giving Amelia a thumbs up.

"Approve of what," Bernardo groaned.

"It figures….." Beatrice groaned shaking her head.

"I apologize for my idiot, he doesn't always use the right head when thinking, but he really is a nice guy, and you look like you don't scare away easy and can discipline him when he gets out of line. Which is about to happen once he sees your birthday suit, and its nice to meet a real red head for once." Beatrice explained handing Amelia her clothes.

"I need a beer," Bernardo and Amelia groaned as the previous nights events slowly filtered back into their conscious brains.

"Beatrice," Petra hissed.

"What…. I woke them up," Beatrice shrugged.

"Behave," Petra growled shoving a scone into her mouth.

"I'm really sorry, but she hasn't learned how to play nice with others just yet," Petra said.

"Lily….. I thought you were dead…." Amelia gasped.

"Not this again, my name is Petra, and I used to be just 15 but Harry decided I needed an upgrade after I found him on a cold door step two days ago. Now according to this guy Petra said pointing towards Sirius. He is Harry Potter, and for some reason Harry thinks I am his mother, which according to the Goblins is now actually a thing because magic and I would like to leave England before I have any more encounters of a magical kind." Petra explained.

"That makes no sense," Amelia said.

"I know, but it happened," Sirius added.

"But how did Voldemort find the Potters," Amelia said.

"This jackass told them the secret or something," Beatrice said pointing to a fat little man with a grey block strapped to his chest. "Stop squirming and the explosives are perfectly safe unless you try to turn into a rat again."

"Peter Petigrew," Amelia gasped.

"Oh, and your fired for dereliction of duty or something, but that's ok because Bernardo likes you and we could always use a magical handler. Plus, Priscilla, Fero, and Olga could use some more females at the agency," Beatrice added.

"Beatrice…." Claes sighed.

"Yeah," Beatrice said turning towards Triela and her child.

"Shut up," Claes said shoving another scone in her mouth.

"Sorry about all that, but it is essentially correct," Triela said bouncing Neville on her knee.

"Can this day get any….." Amelia groaned.

"Don't say that…" Triela said cutting her off.

"But….." Amelia protested.

"I walked in on two wizards in the process of trying to kill Neville, sadly I wasn't able to save his parents." Triela explained.

"The Longbottoms…" Amelia said sinking into a chair.

"I might not have been able to save them, but I did kill some jackass named Rudolphus before Bellatrix disappeared. The next time I'll make sure she goes down." Triela replied.

"Um, hello," Hillshire said entering with several bags.

"She's Bernardo's you emotionally and sexually repressed German who doesn't know how to deal with women," Beatrice said glaring at Hillshire as his gaze strayed towards Amelia.

"Beatrice be quiet," Amelia said waving her wand at Beatrice, who went strangely silent despite appearing to talk. "What I didn't have a scone," Amelia said as the others gazed at her.

"You are going to be a hit at the agency," everyone said at once.