Chap. 20: Operation Sunken Duck, leaving Wengen, Dudley's time to shine, Shevchenko blows a gasket, the end of training, and the leaving feast.
Wednesday, April 26, 2000
It was 3:00 AM in Odesa when Seamus came out from his cover. He was hidden by a Disillusionment Charm, as well as using a Silencing Charm on his feet. Seamus was wearing a black wetsuit, and carrying a scuba mask and flippers in his hands. He was also carrying a black shoulder bag, which was hanging from his right shoulder.
Seamus calmly, and silently, walked to the end of the jetty where a newer one-hundred foot yacht was moored, but this yacht wasn't the Silver Serpent. No, this yacht was called the Eclipse II, and it was owned by Anatoli Shevchenko. Besides the many elite parties thrown on the yacht, for the organized crime bosses and politicians, it was used to move narcotics, both muggle and magical.
Seamus stopped after giving it a once-over, noticing that no lights were on. He removed his wand and muttered "Homenum Revelio," which showed that nobody was onboard.
"Well, let's have at it," Seamus muttered, as he sat down on the edge of the jetty, and put his mask and flippers on. He also used a miniature breathing apparatus, using two small cylinders, which used extension charms giving it the air capacity of two full tanks. DOCS preferred the muggle method, as a Bubble-Head Charm could be dangerous and rupture in their line of work.
With one last look around, he cast a warming charm on his wetsuit, slipped his wand in his wand holder on his right thigh, held the mask to his face, and pitched sideways into the cold water of the Black Sea, where he swam under the yacht, to the keel just in front of the transom, and planted the device.
Once done, which took an hour, Seamus emerged, and made his way back to the shore at 4:00 AM. He removed his flippers, breathing apparatus, and mask, and shrunk them down, placing them in the bag that he carried. Next, he quickly removed a short piece of rope, and muttered "Spies R Us." He felt a pull behind his navel, and he was gone in a flash, portkeying back to DOCS HQ at 2:00 AM.
Seamus made his way into the castle, past the guards, and around to the right-hand turret beside the gate. He sat down on his sofa, removed the wetsuit, placed the diving equipment in a trunk in the corner, and walked up the spiral wrought iron stairs to his bedroom above. He was dead tired, and was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Thirty minutes later, the large gelatinous cube, that was adhered to the keel of the yacht, dissolved from its contact with the sea water, allowing a special thick potion to come into contact with the fiberglass hull, where it did its work.
As Anatoli Shevchenko sat down for breakfast, at 8:00 AM, an owl flew in carrying a slim, square, package. The owl quickly flew off as soon as it dropped its burden on the table.
Anatoli opened the envelope, and found a CD inside. Someone had wrote on the top, "Greetings from Jamaica," and "Play Me."
The mob boss harrumphed at this, tossed the CD down on the table, and ate his breakfast. Once finished, he contemplated the disc. Finally, he made his way to a boombox sitting on the shelf beside the table, placed the CD in the player, and pushed the play button.
"Hail up fram jamrock, Mun! Fulljoy unnu nex sail!"
Anatoli scowled at the Jamaican Patois, and was wondering what was up, when Wagner's 'Ride of the Valkyries' started to play. He tapped his fingers along on the table as he listened to the music for act 3 of Die Walküre. When it was over, all he heard was the man cackling from before, who had the Patois accent. It must be connected to his marijuana supplier on the island, he thought.
Harry and Daphne awoke at 7:00 AM the next morning, showered, dressed, and packed.
This morning, both wore jeans, sweaters, and their hiking boots, but decided to wear their new gray hoodies and wool scarves, with the Mürren logo, their new grey toboggan caps, and a pair of sunglasses each. They made quite the matching pair.
At 8:30, Harry removed his new 007 snow globe, tapped it with his wand, and muttered a trigger incantation, then, plainly stated, "Moony," and tapped it a second time, saying, "Portus."
"The portkey is complete?"
"Yes," Harry replied, "and it will take us back to HQ. I look for the two gits to come looking for us, if we don't show up for breakfast, or leave the hotel by 10:00. I'm trying to think of a surprise to leave them."
"Write them each a note," Daphne commented, "and leave them on the desk behind the sofa. We'll leave the door unlocked when we make our leave."
"Oh, that's brilliant," Harry said with a grin, "but I have a better plan."
Harry took two pieces of hotel stationary, and wrote the following on each, but addressed them to "Stooge One," and "Stooge Two":
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Congratulations, you played our game well, but sadly, you lost in the end. Take these with you, and give our regards to your boss in Ukraine.
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No regrets,
Commander Black
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Next, Harry turned both pieces of stationary into portkeys, with dual trigger words, which were "Anatoli," and "Shevchenko." Next, he placed the two notes on the desk, and propped them up against a book, so they would be sure to see them when they entered.
"Where," Daphne asked, "are you sending them?"
"Back to Kleine Scheidegg, of course," Harry chuckled out, "and behind the Hotel Bellevue des Alpes where we took those photos. They'll have to pay to come back down, or apparate if they can. Who knows, they might be squibs?"
"Very Slytherin of you, Mr. Potter!"
"Yes," Harry chortled, "it is, isn't it? Is the door unlocked?" When Daphne nodded, Harry laid he and Daphne's key's on the round dining table, and they strapped on their backpacks. "Ready to go home?"
"Yes," Daphne sighed, "but not really. I'll miss this place." However, Daphne reached out, and placed both hands on the snow globe that Harry was holding.
"I will too, Daph," Harry said, then gave the room one last look, and said, "Moony."
Harry and Daphne felt a pull behind their navels, and they were gone in a flash.
At 9:45, there was a knock on the Potter's suite at the Hotel Regina, but no one answered. After a few seconds, there was another knock, and again, no answer. The two Ukrainians entered the suite, searched it, and found no one. It was then that they noticed the two notes on the desk, which they picked up and read.
"Де вони?" (See AN for translation.)
"Я не знаю, але вони залишили нам повідомлення."
Both of the Ukrainians read the notes, stuffed them in the jacket pockets, and stormed out of the room. They rushed down the stairs, and looked everywhere, but there was no sight of their marks.
"Анатолій нас уб'є!"
That first word was their mistake, as both portkeys triggered, sending the two thuggish squibs back to the to meadow behind the Hotel Bellevue des Alpes.
Another argument occurred, with loud shouts, hand waving, and vulgar curses in Ukrainian, which almost led to blows. Luckily, the two had a portkey in their luggage, which was back in their room at the lowest rent chalet that they could find in Wengen. They did board the train back down, but it broke their wallets.
At 8:00 AM, a portal opened over the front courtyard of the DOCS HQ, at Caverswall, and Harry and Daphne Potter walked out of the sky beside the fountain. From there, they made their way up the steps, past the entry vestibule, and into the foyer, where Harry noticed there were no guards that morning. They walked inside, dropped their backpacks off in the entry hall, and made their way up to the bullpen, but found no one at their desks. Here, they remembered the training, so both went back downstairs, picked up their backpacks, and proceeded to their office.
Once at his desk, Harry shouted out for his old friend and servant, just as he was removing his wool scarf and sunglasses. "Kreacher!"
"Master and Lady Potter's being back," Kreacher elatedly said after a bow. "How may Kreacher be helping Sir Harry this morning?"
Harry grinned at the old elf. "Where's everyone, Kreacher?"
"They's be down in the cellar, Master," Kreacher croaked out. "Kreacher made them put up a silencing ward, so they wouldn't be upsetting the house!
"The Minister relieved the guards of their duties, and he and Lady Shacklebolt be leaving this morning."
"Good job old friend," Harry replied. "If you would, tell Winky we're back, and bring Daphne and I some tea, and a quick continental breakfast of the best pastries you have. I have to head off to Surrey before long, so I can be back by noon."
"As Sir Harry wishes," Kreacher beamed, then snapped his fingers, and disapparated with a slight pop.
"One would think that he missed us," Daphne commented with a grin.
"He does," Harry replied. "He found himself with not much to do, except here, when we were in Jamaica. He doesn't like to take orders from anyone other than your or I, even when I tell him too. He's set in the old ways, and loyal to our house."
Daphne shook her head at the elf's loyalty. "He's such a grand and proud old elf!"
Kreacher reappeared, just as Daphne said this. He was carrying a large silver tray, with a tea service, and a large plate full of very sweet cinnamon Chelsea buns, as well as another plate of scones, a jar of fresh blackberry preserves, and a bowl of clotted creme.
Daphne eyed the still hot Chelsea rolls, and licked her lips at the extra-sweet treat. "We've got it from here, Kreacher, and thanks!"
"As the good Lady Potter wishes!" Kreacher snapped his fingers, and disappeared to leave his master and mistress alone to breakfast.
Harry and Daphne began to eat their quick sweet breakfast, and discuss the training taking place, as well as the minister. Just as Harry took the last bite of his roll, and his last sip of tea, he stood, and put his new 007 ball cap on his head.
"Surrey?"
"Yup," Harry replied, and made his way to the front of Daphne's desk. "Take everyone's gifts to them, and show them what you've got from your training. It might make them all sit up and take notice, yeah?"
At Daphne's nod, Harry leaned over her desk, gave her a quick peck on the lips, and made his way outside to apparate.
Petunia Dursley was running hot water into the sink in her kitchen, to soak that morning's dirty dishes before putting them in the washer, when she heard a light popping sound from their back garden.
Petunia frowned at this, as she heard Dudley doing something upstairs in his room. She dried her hands on her apron, and pulled back the curtain on the back window to look outside. What she saw was her nephew making his way to the house, from the garden shed. He must have apparated in, she thought, and was wondering what may have happened, as she made her way to their small orangery's door, and opened it for her nephew.
"Harry?"
"Hello Aunt Petunia," Harry said, as he stepped inside. "Vernon at work?"
"Yes," Petunia said, as she began making Harry a cuppa, "he left not long ago. Has something happened again?"
Harry shook his head. "No, no, nothing like that! Didn't Dudley tell you?"
"Er," Petunia thought back, "not that I can remember."
As Petunia handed Harry his cuppa, they walked into the living room, where Petunia sat in her recliner, and Harry at the end of the sofa. Harry took a sip of his tea, and chortled.
"I hired Dudley," Harry explained, "for the day, to teach a boxing class. You didn't see the owl?"
"No," Petunia shook her head. "I may have been visiting the neighbor. Why would he not tell me?"
"Probably because of Vernon being home," Harry commented, just as they heard loud footsteps coming down the stairs into the hall.
Dudley came through the door, carrying a pair of boxing gloves, and spotted his cousin. "Harry!"
"Hello Dud!" Harry was reaching into the pocket of his hoodie, as he nodded at Dudley to take a seat. "Here's your pay for the day. You might want to put most of that up before we leave."
Petunia watched Harry hand Dudley £500. "Surely that's too much!"
"No," Harry explained with a shake of his head, "that's hazard pay. It's worth that if Dudley takes a shot on the conk."
"I don't intend to," Dudley chortled, as he took the money, and went back upstairs to put four hundred of it away.
At Petunia's worried look, Harry consoled her. "Wizards are shite at the muggle ways of fighting, Aunt Petunia. I wouldn't worry." What Harry didn't tell Petunia, was that these weren't ordinary wizards.
When Dudley came back into the living room, Harry pulled out a small phial of stomach relieving potion, and tossed it to Dudley. "For your stomach. We're apparating."
"Right," Dudley said with a grimace, but downed the small dram of potion.
The three sat around for another few minutes, as Petunia asked about Daphne, and his new hoodie, wondering where he purchased it. Harry couldn't help himself but tell his aunt about their latest jaunt.
"Daph and I just got back from the Swiss Alps this morning!" At Petunia's raised eyebrows, he explained. "We've been there since Monday, and stayed at two hotels; the Eiger at Mürren, and the Regina at Wengen. Damn beautiful place!
"We finally made that visit to to Austria, at Nurmengard," Harry explained, "and found out what we wanted to know on the Russian wizarding mafia. It was Dolohov behind it, so we had him transferred to a high security cell, with no visitors. He'll get an extended life sentence, with no hope of parole after this, if not the veil."
Dudley looked at Harry oddly over this. "What's the veil?"
"The death penalty, Dudders," Petunia stated with a cold finality, and through thin lips.
Harry looked over at his aunt at this. "You know about...?"
"Yes," Petunia sighed, "Severus and your mother have spoken of it."
Harry slowly nodded at his aunt. She knew much more about their world than he thought. "Ready Dud?"
At Dudley's nod, Harry stood. "I'll have Dudley back home before supper. Come on, Dud, we'll apparate from out back, at the shed."
Dudley grabbed his gloves, and followed Harry out the back. Petunia followed them to the door, and watched as Dudley took her nephew by the forearm, who turned sharply on his heel, and the two disappeared with a slight pop.
Daphne was grinning at everyone over the thanks that her and Harry received over their presents, especially from the Yanks. CO Johnson promised to take David and Debbie Graves' presents back to them at MACUSA. She was glad that this cheered them up, as her and Harry's team looked to be worn down, and acting quite stiff. She, of course, knew how rough the training was, as she, Harry, and Seamus had already went through it.
Seamus wasn't there yet, and Tracey explained that it was late when he returned back that morning, so he was catching up on his sleep in his tower.
"All right," Daphne said as she looked at CO Johnson, "what are we doing this morning?"
"Knife maneuvers, Director."
"Well, you wouldn't care if a weak little spy like me would give it a go, would you?"
"Of course not," CO Johnson said. "Step onto the mat, and show us what you've got!"
It wasn't two minutes, and CO Johnson found himself flying across the top of the mat, landing with a dull thud on the padded floor. This brought several chortles and whistles from everyone standing around the walls of the gym.
This continued on for a bit, with the trainers showing the DOCS operatives how to handle someone during a knife attack, when Harry walked in.
"Hello everyone!"
"Hello Commander Potter," CO Johnson said, as he walked over to shake Harry's hand. "We were wondering when you would show up! Who's that with his gloves?"
"Everyone, meet my cousin, Dudley Dursley," Harry said, "who trained as a boxer while at Smelting's School. He's here, today, to show you how to use a bag, and to throw a punch, as well as spar with you."
"Good to meet you, Mr. Dursley," CO Johnson said, as he shook Dudley's hand. "Care to go a round, and spar?"
CO Johnson thought himself to be a good boxer, so he thought that it might be a good show for the others.
"You're on," Dudley said, as he walked out to the middle of the mat, and had Harry tie his gloves.
Once CO Johnson was gloved up, he motioned at Dudley with his glove. "Give it your best shot!"
Anatoli Shevchenko turned on the news at noon, when he had sat down to begin eating his lunch. He was only a couple of minutes into it, when a story came on about their local yacht club, which he belonged to. Someone's yacht had sank in the harbor that morning, and they had a crew there to try to lift it out, as large pumps were trying to evacuate the water inside. Something seemed to not sit right with the mafia boss, as the boat started to rise out of the water.
As the scene played out, his two "knee-cappers" walked into the room, looking worried.
"Ну," Anatoli said, "що ти дізнався про Чорного?"
"Він і місіс Блек пішли сьогодні вранці, пане Шевченко," the first thug said. "Ми не бачили, як вони залишають свою кімнату, але ми піднялися там і виявили, що вони вже пішли. Вони залишили нам ці записки."
Shevchenko scowled as he read the notes, and banged his fist onto the table. "Я думав, що я тобі сказав ..."
"П. Шевченко," the second thug said, "це не ваша яхта?"
"Ебать!" On the way out, it hit Shevchenko about the CD that he received this morning. "Я вб'ю ямайців!"
The training continued in the same vain all week, and Dudley came back for a second day over requests, which he thoroughly enjoyed, and to watch Seamus train the Yanks in using a shillelagh. That was a brutal lesson, Dudley thought, as the young Irishman twirled the cudgel around in his hand. He would walk at the others, twirling it in hand, or behind his back, and quickly strike out with deadly accuracy. When he picked up two, with one in each hand, it was all over but the crying. However, he watched Harry handle one the same way, and he fought Seamus to a draw. Dudley now realized just how dangerous his cousin, and his new wife, were, as did the four from the states.
Dudley going there for two days also pissed his father off to no end, as well as going to their feast on Sunday. Of course, his father had been pissed off since their Jamaica trip, and especially after his mother received the photos, and video, in the mail from Mrs. Graves. His mother had to go and play that video with his father in the room, so Vernon had been grumbling about everything since then. Vernon also shot through the roof, when Petunia told him how much Harry paid Dudley for his work, and that Harry didn't blink an eye at the expense.
They had also found out that they had caught the man responsible for the bombing, who worked in magical maintenance. He had become a junkie, who was using the three illicit potion pushers as his supplier, and had gotten completely hooked. They threatened to cut off his supply if he didn't take the bomb into the office, and arm it. This started the DOCS into investigating ways of having someone monitor the minister's two mirrors around the clock.
The water training started first thing Saturday morning, and with everyone sore, and stove up, it was hell on earth, regardless of the pain potions and bruise unguent used. They also found out how hard it was to fight and wrestle in water, as well as to take someone down, and keep them under until the enemy no longer was a threat, which usually meant death.
The underwater fighting was the worst, where the trainers would pull off their masks, or cut their scuba hose with a dagger. It was to train them about what they could face during any underwater operation, and all twenty operatives, plus one captain, had to go through it.
The end of training, and the leaving feast, Sunday, April 30, 2000.
During demolition training, it was a little easier, as Harry took a small wooden dinghy, and levitated into the pool, where he then enlarged it. They practiced swimming underneath, to place dummy charges at critical areas to sink it.
This went on until Sunday afternoon, where everyone received several diplomas for what they learned. They were now completely certified in these techniques, and they would use them well for the rest of their careers at the DOCS. Once the ceremony was complete, everyone left to clean themselves up, and dress for a nice supper to be held at Potter Manor for everyone. Harry had purchased a custom tent for the occasion, and it was set up on the huge rear grounds behind the manor.
The tent was approximately thirty-three feet square, and it's four eleven feet high walls were black and white stripped. When the assembled MIA and DOCS personnel entered through the folded back flaps of the seven foot wide entrance at the front, they noticed that it had a solid floor, which was tiled in a black and white checkerboard pattern. There was a heavy, three by six foot, rectangular, white area rug with a black border, which they walked across at the entrance. They also noticed that it had the number 333, in black, woven into its center. As they looked around the tent, in each corner, they noticed four plinths, each about three feet high, which were shaped like four Roman columns, consisting of a Doric, Ionic, Corinthian, and Tuscan design. On top of each plinth set a three foot high ceramic statue, and these consisted of a young girl, with long blond hair in a long billowing blue dress, who would curtsy, a white rabbit dressed in a dinner jacket and vest, which was always looking at its pocket watch, a white knight in the middle of a speech, and a red queen, who was holding her decapitated head in her left hand, which was still trying to give orders.
The next thing that they noticed was that overhead, two thirty-three inch, seven-candle, crystal chandeliers hung over two long Victorian dining tables that seated sixteen people, each, and the chandeliers lighted by themselves. Also, on each table were three, three-candle, sterling silver candelabras down their length, which lighted themselves at the same time. Just as all the candles flamed up, an old Victrola that was sitting on a stand at the center of the tent, between the two tables, started to play, and it was a collection of classical music selected by both Daphne and Harry. What was odd, if any thought about it later on, was that the record could not have held the number of musical compositions that they would hear, neither could it turn the volume down after the first composition, nor up with the last three compositions on its own.
As Case Officer Johnson followed the Potters into the tent, Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake - Dance of the Swans, began to play. He looked over at CO Bailey and raised his eyebrows. "I don't know about you, but this first piece is sort of spooky, as if we're up to no good."
"Well," Case Officer Bailey chortled, "that is what we are; spooks. Come on, let's find our seats. Tchaikovsky, I must say, was a grand composer after all."
At this, Case Officer Johnson leaned over to whisper. "Bailey, did you notice the statues?" Upon his nod, Johnson continued, "Alice in Wonderland and the White Rabbit. The Brits really do like to make a point."
The tables sat seven on a side, with two chairs at either end. Harry and Daphne took the head chairs, which were at the back of each table, facing the entrance, and the two DOCS groups split up to join their directors. The MIA team was divided up to set two, each, on either side of each director. Johnson and Bailey would sit beside Sir Harry's squib cousin that taught boxing, and Johnson was sore over that, as the young Dursley had put him on his ass, Johnson thought, within thirty seconds of putting on his gloves. His jaw was still sore, even after a thorough application of bruise unguent.
What every operative noticed, as they made their way to the thirty-two black and white striped cushioned chairs, was that each table was covered in a very fine, white, linen tablecloth, with matching napkins. The bone china was Wedgwood, which was a plain white, except for a gold gilded pattern around the rim. The pattern was of a triangle that had a circle inside, which was bisected by one vertical line. The silverware that was set out, was of a very fine "Queens" design from Sheffield, which had gold gilded handles. Between the candelabras were two fine Venetian crystal vases, holding seven white lilies, each.
As the team leader of the Yanks MIA, CO Johnson, was taking his seat, Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake - Dance of the Swans had played about a minute and a half in. What he didn't know, was that Daphne had selected this for the prelude of their meal, and it was meant to get a rise out of them. Her and Harry's selections of Mozart and Bach would start with a lower-volume while they ate, then it would end with Daphne's selection of Bach's Partita No. 1 in B-Flat Major, BWV 825, I - VI, and a higher-volume Strauss' Le beau Danube Bleu signaling the end of their supper. The music would play for approximately two hours, giving the US and UK teams time for a two-hour four course meal, with plenty of time for conversation, and a dance if they wanted.
The MIA team's portkey would trigger at 9:30 PM, a half-hour after supper, bringing them back to New York City at 4:32 PM.
However, before the supper could break up, Tracey tapped on her champagne glass, gaining everyone's attention. The DOCS operatives had pooled their money together, and had a three foot high statue commissioned for Harry and Daphne, in recognition for everything that they had done for them, both through school and afterwards. It was a semi-copy of the statue of Apollo and Daphne by Gian Lorenzo Bernini, except that with this statue, the two figures wore robes, and held wands. Harry was depicted like always, with his messy hair, glasses, and his lightning bolt scar.
Everyone stood and applauded the couple, as the night came to an end, and they saw their Yankee friends off for their portkey trip back to the states.
-=QE=-
AN, From Google's translation:
"Hail up fram jamrock, Mun! Fulljoy unnu nex sail!" : "Hello from Jamaica, Man! Enjoy your next sail!"
"Де вони?" : "Where are they?"
"Я не знаю, але вони залишили нам повідомлення." : "I don't know, but they left us a message."
"Анатолій нас уб'є!" : "Anatoli will kill us"
"Ну," Anatoli said, "що ти дізнався про Чорного?" : "Well," Anatoli said, "what did you find out about Black?"
"Він і місіс Блек пішли сьогодні вранці, пане Шевченко," the first thug said. "Ми не бачили, як вони залишають свою кімнату, але ми піднялися там і виявили, що вони вже пішли. Вони залишили нам ці записки." : "He and Mrs. Black left this morning, Mr. Shevchenko," the first thug said. "We didn't see them leave their room, but we went up there, and found that they had already left. They left us these notes."
Shevchenko scowled as he read the notes, and banged his fist onto the table. "Я думав, що я тобі сказав ..." : Shevchenko scowled as he read the notes, and banged his fist onto the table. "I thought I told you..."
"П. Шевченко," the second thug said, "це не ваша яхта?" : "Mr. Shevchenko," the second thug said, "isn't that your yacht?"
"Ебать!" On the way out, it hit Shevchenko about the CD that he received this morning. "Я вб'ю ямайців!" : "Fuck!" On the way out, it hit Shevchenko about the CD that he received this morning. "I'll murder the Jamaicans!"
AN 2:
In the last chapter, a word about the history of the towns and places.
The Piz Gloria revolving restaurant opened just after the filming of On Her Majesty's Secret Service inside, but that was about it for the Bond connection. Bond World and the 007 Walk of Fame didn't appear until 2013, and later, though I shamelessly moved it back to use in Harry's AU world. Also, even though George Lazenby, who played Bond, did visit the Hotel Eiger, and the new section was complete, I do not think that the 007 suite existed until the twenty-tens. The same can be said with the Eispalast at the Jungfraujoch, though the "Top of Europe" shops did exist. I used it for a bit of comedy, though it wasn't around in 2000 I believe. Historically, I fudged it to use in the story, and let the readers know about a world that does exist, much like Goldeneye.
Music in this chapter:
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By Daphne:
Tchaikovsky - Swan Lake: Dance of the Swans
Mozart - Eine Kleine Nachtmusik, K. 525: I-IV
Mozart - Piano Concerto No. 21 in C major, K. 467: II
Mozart - Clarinet Concerto in A major, K. 622: II
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Bach, by Harry:
Cantata BWV 147, Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring
Harpsichord Invention No. 1 in C major, BWV 772
Harpsichord Invention No 8 in F major, BWV 779
Orchestral Suite No. 2 in B Minor, BWV 1067, Badinerie
Notebook for Anna Magdalena Bach: Minuet in G major, BWV Ahn. 114
Notebook for Anna Magdalena Bach: Musette in D major, BWV Anh.126
Violin Partita No. 3 in E Major, BWV 1006, Bourée
Sonata for Viola da Gamba & Harpsichord, BWV 1028
Concerto in D minor, BWV 1059, 2nd Movt.
Cello Suite No. 4 in E-flat major, BWV 1010, Courante
Cello Suite No. 6 in D major, BWV 1012, Gavotte
Cello Suite No. 6 in D major BWV 1012, Prelude
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By Daphne:
Bach - Partita No. 1 in B-Flat Major, BWV 825, I - VI
Johann Strauss - Le beau Danube Bleu
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Approx. 121:59 total.