Chapter-1 I'm Hired
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12:00AM, 19th October 1994, Wednesday, New York City, USA
Jimmy Richards sat on his sofa with a glass of whiskey in his hand with only the lap next to him lit. He didn't have much left, he mused. Oh, he was a 54 year old man and had his own family and was content with life. He had a loving wife and had a daughter who had just finished college. He owned a firm which made furniture and led a luxurious life. Besides that, he had just gotten a new job which was going to pay rather well and was going to expand out of his country. He could say that he had led an almost perfect life.
But unfortunately, everyone had a past. Some didn't matter, some that did, some ugly or beautiful. His own past was filled with bloodshed. He was a criminal in his past and a feared one. It had started small stealing food or money from people and from there it escalated towards killing people until he met Dorothy when he was 32. He had fallen for her and had left that world behind.
But perhaps his past life had finally caught up to him as he sat alone in the dark room. No one was in the vicinity and the recent events had more than ever proved that his past had finally caught up to him. He had lost three high payment jobs in the last month and there had been two attacks on him both of which he had survived.
Jimmy was no idiot and had immediately sent his family away. One more thing he had noticed was that these two attacks had happened when he was very vulnerable and was intended to miss him. Why he didn't know.
The first time had been in his bedroom with his wife just going to have sex when he went to close the window, a bullet came through but thankfully no one had been injured.
The second time, it had been two weeks later when he was sure no one was going after him. He had wanted fresh air and as such had opened his office's window when a second bullet came through. And like last time no one was injured.
And now here he was all alone sitting in his apartment. He took a sip of his whiskey and closed his eyes and rubbed them. He opened his eyes and was surprised rather thoroughly surprised when he saw a teenage boy there.
The boy wore a black suit without a tie and his eyes were black but there was something unnatural about them.
He wasn't surprised that the boy was there but rather of the fact that it was a boy and not a man. But who was he to judge. He had killed his first man when he was 15. He took another sip of his whiskey and said," Make it swift please."
He had expected nothing but the boy nodded and he leaned back comfortably. He looked at the boy in a ditch attempt to know who he was. He wasn't disappointed.
The boy pulled out a gun and aimed it at him and he got a glimpse, so small and quick that if he had blinked he would have missed it, of who stood in front of him. In his eyes something had flickered, not an emotion but something else. What he saw made him relieved that the boy had agreed to his last wish.
The Emissary of Death itself.
BANG!
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13 Minutes Later
12:13AM, 19th October 1994, Wednesday, San Juan, Puerto Rico
Luis Sanchez was very anxious as he waited for the boy he had sent to kill one Jimmy Richards. He had never known the man but being a witness of a crime he had to be terminated. Oh, he was sure he wasn't going to speak as his body language spoke that the man himself had been a killer once upon a time but when certain parties got to know about it he knew that the man had to be removed from the equation.
Being a wizard had a few perks. The circles of mercenaries a man knows increases and so do their efficiency.
The magical mercenaries had to know about muggle weaponries as even if they were criminals if they broke the statue of secrecy then it doesn't matter how secretive they were they would be caught and killed almost immediately.
So, not to gain unnecessary attention all mercenaries had to know about the muggle world. That increased efficiency as they got to know the muggle world they got caught up with their latest weapons and most didn't go anywhere without them.
When he had asked for a mercenary to take care of a matter immediately he had gotten a single name: Ghost.
It was one of those few individuals in the field that had a hidden past and no matter what one did they couldn't find it out. So, betting that the man could take care of the issue he had hired him to do such a job.
When the person had arrived Luis was dumbfounded to find a kid. A kid! He was furious that his request had been considered carelessly and had assigned a mere boy but the boy had simply asked for the target and had said he would receive him dead and for payment of 50,000 galleons, to be delivered in gold, from which he had bought a set of daggers as the boy had said.
Now, there was still a minute left before this Ghost arrived. And he waited for the time being tapping his foot anxiously against the carpet as he sat on his sofa.
Behind him his son grunted and he looked back at him. The boy was agitated that he couldn't kill this muggle. Luis would have sent Ian if it had been a wizard but he had grown up to be an arrogant pureblood and didn't know much about the muggle world which irritated him to no end.
Ian grunted behind him," When is that puny boy going to arrive?"
He looked at his watch there was only 10 seconds left.
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The door opened and the Ghost walked towards him with a bag in his hand. He emptied the bag and out came a served head with a bullet in it. He recognized the face from the files of Jimmy Richards.
He had thought the boy would give him a memory of the event but instead had shocked him by giving him the head of the man itself.
He stood up and was about to vanish the head when the boy grabbed the head and put it in the bag. He waved his wand and the blood disappeared. Luis nodded to the Ghost and called," Topsy."
A house-elf arrived with a suitcase filled with gold and another box. Luis took them from the elf and the elf went away. He turned to the mercenary and said," As per our agreement, here are the set of Kenaz daggers and the 48,600 galleons."
The boy looked surprised at what Luis didn't know or cared about. The boy nodded and took the suitcase and opened it. He looked at it for about two minutes and closed it and put his right hand ahead and Luis handed him the daggers. The boy watched the daggers carefully for a long time, 10 minutes or so, and closed it. He nodded and Luis nodded back," Thank you for your help."
Luis was surprised when the light flickered and even more so when the Ghost disappeared.
The boy did lived up to his name.
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12:23AM, 19th October 1994, Wednesday, New York City
Sophia Miller was one of most influential people in the Underworld. She was known for assassinating people quicker than anyone else but even then there are matters that she couldn't personally take care of.
Jimmy Richards was one such problem. She had wanted to kill his whole family but she knew if she did that the man would destroy her reputation and she would have died. She was dumbfounded when two of her best snipers had missed their shots and that too when the man was very vulnerable. This caused her a lot of anger and she was forced to hire outside help.
She had wanted to care of this problem immediately and had asked for one of the best aside from her own and she had gotten the name of such an individual: Ghost.
She too, like Luis Sanchez, was shocked to find a boy but before she could complain the boy had said that he would take care of the job in payment of 500,000 dollars. She had agreed and he had told her that she would receive him at 12:25AM.
Right now there was only a minute left and she sat waiting for the boy on her sofa.
The light in the room flickered slightly and she frowned. Her home was one of the best in the city then how come there was-
The light flickered again this time more furiously as the pressure in the air increased. It was rather suffocating. She reached for her gun and the light stopped flickering.
She looked to the front and if it was someone else she would have jumped but not her. On her table was the served head of Jimmy Richards and in front of her stood Ghost.
She nodded her head to him and gave him the suitcase filled with money. The boy took the case and opened it as he surveyed the cash. The boy nodded as the light flickered once more as the boy disappeared leaving behind the served head of Jimmy Richards.
5:30AM, 19th October 1994, Wednesday, Hogwarts, Gryffindor Girl Dorm Year 4
Emily Iris Potter lay on her bed as she put a stray black hair behind her ear as she sniffed slightly as she rubbed her green eyes turned red due to crying. She kept looking at her left hand where she had her cursed scar.
It looked like a lightning bolt but she knew better. It was the Sowilo rune which her mother had put on her and… him. It was a ditch attempt to survive Voldemort and it succeeded as Voldemort had been destroyed for the time being.
But she didn't know when the fame of being the Girl-Who-Lived went to her head. She didn't know when she had lost…him.
But, so many years later she still hated herself and not only that, she had also lost her four closest friends since she came to Hogwarts for her fourth year. And here she was still grieving over something that happened 8 years ago. She didn't know who she was angry on more, her own self for letting the fame get to her or her parents for not keeping her grounded.
She sniffed again and closed her eyes in a vain attempt to go back to sleep. She couldn't.
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Black Mansion, 5:40AM, 19th October 1994, London, UK
Sirius Black stood tall and proud but his mental health not so much. His grey eyes were dull and showed his lack of sleep. His hand gripped his wand tightly as he waved it in patterns so old and forgotten that only family grimoires as old as the Blacks or the Greengrasses held them.
But that wasn't what his focus was on but rather on one member on his family tree.
The man tried as many blood spells as he was capable of but growled in anger and frustration as he turned up empty handed. He punched the tapestry in anger.
He heard footsteps coming from behind him and the door opening but he didn't have to turn around to know that his wife stood behind him. Without giving her a second glance, he grabbed the family grimoire from the table behind him. He furiously searched for another spell to search a family member.
"You need rest, Sirius."
He froze as he heard the smooth and masculine voice. He slowly turned around and saw someone he hadn't seen in years. Arcturus Black III.
He started to bow as was tradition but was stopped by the same voice," This isn't the correct time for our customs, my heir."
He stopped and stood there as Arcturus took the grimoire from him and said," I know you need to search and you can't stop and I'm not stopping you but you'll be more useful when you can function properly. Go and rest."
Sirius nodded slowly and went towards the stairs leading to his bedroom and he looked back at his grandfather before climbing the stairs.
His hand was touching the tapestry at a particular name and he had a small sad smile on his face. He didn't need to look to know who his grandfather was missing.
Sirius climbed up the stairs as he quickly changed his clothes and he went to sleep hugging his wife.
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Downstairs
Arcturus looked at the family tapestry with a sad smile on his face as his hand caressed the spot where the name of the person who caused such havoc in the country.
Harrison James Potter
Oh, how he loved that boy. He was the true epitome of what a Black should aim to be. Cunning, smart, strong and charming. The boy had studied a lot and perhaps had gone through more than half the Potter and Black grimoire and the libraries before he had turned 6.
The boy was crafty in a lot of ways that others wished they could be. The three pranks that he had played on his parents was proof enough.
The boy would grow up to be handsome was a given. The green eyes held warmth and love for all the people around him and the untamed mess of hair made the boy look better than most people he knew.
He sighed in sadness a he remembered the boy who had left his house because of the neglect inflicted on him by his parents.
The parents brought a sneer on his face. He hated those two had thrown away their eldest just because one of their child was famous.
He sighed as he went for his morning walk. He grabbed his cane the top of which was stylized as a raven, the Black family totem, and also grabbed his wand as he took one last look at the family tapestry. He closed the door to the room and went outside. Arcturus didn't notice the glow which surrounded the name Harrison James Potter fifteen minutes later and changed to something else.
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1:15AM, 19th October 1994, Wednesday, New York City
He sat near a gargoyle as he ate his very late dinner looking at the city. He sat on top of two suitcases one filled with notes and the other with gold. He had tucked the daggers he had won in his suit. It had been over six years since he came to America. Six years since he got his freedom. He didn't regret leaving his parents but did regret leaving behind his loved ones. It still hurt sometimes when he thought back to it but all over it was a choice he was content with.
He heard a very silent pop so small that had it been someone else he was sure he would have missed it. The aura of the person was unfamiliar but not hostile so he was sure it was another client. He beckoned him to sit next to him. The man behind hi stood still for a while before he walked and joined him next to him. He didn't spare the man another glance but he could see from the corner of the eye that the man was blonde and was a bit nervous perhaps because it was his first time. He gave him no mind as he kept eating his food. After five minutes or so the man finally spoke," I was told that I could find the ghost here?"
His voice had lowered to that of a whisper and he nodded. The man asked again," I have a job offer for him."
He handed him a card and the man took it who was frowning slightly.
Speak and I'll deliver the message.
The man nodded," I work for a certain organization and they have entrusted me with a job of destroying a particular sets of items. While I've found a few of those items there are two in particular that I can't retrieve. I want this Ghost to retrieve it. One is in a bank vault while the other is in a school well-known throughout the world, Hogwarts."
He didn't freeze at knowing he was going to two of the highest guarded place in the world. The man continued," The Tri-Wizard Tournament is taking place at Hogwarts and the delegates of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons arrive on the 24th. I am willing to pay 750,000 galleons and extra 50,000 galleons for any equipment you need."
That made him pause slightly. 750,000 galleons was a huge sum and add to that the extra 50,000 he knew it was a big job. He nodded slowly and the man said," I'll wait for response by tomorrow morning."
The man stood up and about to pop away when the complete street's lights flickered and the man searched for the boy but he was gone as soon as the flickering light stopped. He tried to pop away once more but was more surprised by the piece of paper in his hand. It had only three words on it which made him relieved.
I am hired.
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Author's Note:
This is my first story and I hope you'll all like it.
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