The rain storms that the news had been talking about for the past week had finally arrived and were just as bad as expected. The London skyline was even more dark grey than usual and everywhere on the streets people that had forgotten their umbrellas were running from cover to cover in an attempt to avoid the downpour.

Of course, heavy rain didn't change the fact that it was a work day in one of the busiest cities in the world so heavy traffic rolled slowly through the puddles with their car horns only occasionally being blocked out by the heavy thunder from above.

None of this was affected the people a few hundred feet underground in the Ministry of Magic though. They had much more pressing concerns.

The entire room jumped and Hermione let out a little shriek as the phone started ringing.

"Here we go," Albus breathed so quietly that nobody else heard him. He pressed the answer button. "Yeah?"

Suddenly a big booming voice came over the line.

"You've reached the sacrificial hotline! To sacrifice a goat; press 1! To sacrifice a loved one; press 2! To –"

"You're hilarious," Albus groaned while rolling his eyes.

Morgana giggled.

"Hey handsome, how you feeling?" Alex's voice asked.

"I'm getting a headache. I wonder why?" Albus hissed.

"You should cut down on the firewhiskey, Albus. It kills braincells, you know?"

"Well, then is about six centuries you'll be able to say 'I told you so'."

"Only six? You don't need to be humble around me Hun," she teased.

"Just get on with it!"

"I really hope you're not this impatient in bed, Albus. Foreplay gets you more play," she purred.

"You're the only one playing, Morgana."

"Ahh, but I want you to have fun too!" she whined. "Unfortunately, I don't think you're gonna enjoy this next one."

"I already know who you are so why in the hell would I keep jumping through hoops for you?"

"Because you know what I'll do if you don't. You wouldn't want that on your conscience, would you?"

Albus sighed. "What do you want me to do?"

"Grab a bottle a Purell and head to Wembley."

"Why the hell does she want you do go into the sewers?!" Harry blurted a few minutes later after the phone call had ended.

"Apparently, she wants this next one to be private," Albus groaned. "I really hope the task isn't to get rid of a fatberg!"

"And this time she doesn't want anybody with you," Hermione asked. "Why?"

"I don't know, maybe she wants a more intimate setting," Albus shrugged.

"In the sewers?" Ron asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Maybe it's a metaphor for how dirty her mind is."

He grabbed Scorpius by the arm and led him away from the others to talk privately.

"This is it. Whatever is in the museum, she's going for it now," he said in barely more than a whisper.

"How do you know?" Scorp asked.

"Because Wembley is five miles away from it. She wants to get me away from central London and keep me occupied while she snatches the thing."

"Okay…how do we stop her?"

"I've got a plan but you're not gonna like it," he admitted.

"I can't remember ever liking one of your plans!"

The Natural History Museum was always busy. It was a major tourism hotspot not just because of it's incredible displays and educational value but because of its location. People from at least three different countries could be found inside, not to mention the children from different schools that were touring the place as part of a field trip.

Today however, it was even busier than usual because people were using it as a reprieve from the rain. The cafes, restaurants and snake bars were al packed and some people had started a second tour of the place in the hopes that the rain would die down before it was time to leave.

No one paid any attention to the mind-controlled wizard that was walking through the halls. He was dressed in a sharp business suit and was carrying an umbrella. Mr. Tunney made his way through the dinosaur exhibit and headed for the stairs leading to the lower levels.

No many people realized that behind the scenes of the museum, over three hundred scientists and researchers were hard at work. There were entire sections of the building that were off limits to the public that functioned as a work space and that what was only display was only a fraction of what was actually housed there.

He walked towards a door that was marked with a large 'staff only' sign.

"Excuse me, sir," a security guard said approaching him. He had come out of nowhere. "This area is restricted to the public."

Tunney turned with his wand drawn before the guard to say another word.

Morgana had made it clear that she wanted Albus at the location now but hadn't actually given a time limit. After getting thoroughly soaked by the heavy rain, Albus made it to a small gated door not far from Wembley arena that led underground.

Despite having a roof over his head, it was no dryer in the sewers than outside. The water was rushing through the sloped tunnel that led down and rain was cascading down the walls from the grates above. There were no lights. Only dim beams of grey light were coming from the entrance.

He made his way down the slope, trying not to slip on the wet floor until he reached an open, rounded sections. Above, he could hear cars driving over manhole covers and the water was dripping down worse than ever.

On top of that, it smelt terrible!

He continued further and almost lost his balance when his shoe slipped along the floor. He quickly reached out and steadied himself on a metal bar only to realize that he had just put his hand in some kind of slime.

Albus cringed, jerking his hand violently trying to get it off.

"Romantic, isn't it?" Morgana's voice echoed through the tunnels.

It was loud, as if coming through a speaker. It reminded him of Hogwarts when she would speak through the walls.

"Oh, yeah, my heart is melting," he growled. "For someone that used to be a healer, I thought you'd be a little more hygienically inclined."

"Ah, you know the old saying Albus, 'if you want truffles, you've got to get in the dirt with the pigs.'"

"Really hope you're not keeping pigs down here," he mumbled.

"No, but you should be aware that –"

Even though she wasn't actually there, he got the distinct impression that she was looking at him very intensely. When she spoke again, her voice was a growl.

"Hello Scorpius!"

She could see through his Polyjuice disguise!

"Well, that didn't take long," Scorpius said looking very nervous. "Albus, she knows!"

"Get out of there!" Albus's voice yelled into his ear. He was communicating through the Xeno charm Scorpius had cast on them before leaving.

He didn't need to be told twice. He bolted from the sewers as quickly as possible.

Mr. Tunney, now dressed as a security guard, walked through one of the lab sections in the back of the museum. He followed the signs towards the back which pointed the way to the 'artifact storage area.' He reached a set of large double-doors and after glancing around to make sure the coast was clear, covertly pulled out his wand, ready to unlock it.

"Leave now!" Morgana's voice buzzed in his ear. They were also using the Xeno charm.

"I'm right at the door," he said.

"Albus has figured it out! He's there with you!" she hissed.

Tunney looked up in shock to find Albus standing right next to him. He raised his wand but Albus was ready, grabbing his arm and twisting. Tunney lost his grip on the wand which fell to the floor and Albus immediately brought his foot down on it, snapping it in two.

Sparks coughed out of the broken wand as Albus laid a massive punch into Tunney's chest, pushing him back. He attempted to fight back but was no match for his younger opponent who was a very skilled combatant. Every hit Tunney tried to land was blocked and countered.

It was clear that Albus wanted to capture Tunney alive. He was being controlled after all and any hope of breaking that control also rested with him otherwise, he could have done some serious damage.

"Hey!" two more security guards turned the corner and immediately ran towards them.

Tunney took advantage of the distraction and shoved Albus away, Morgana's orders still over powering him. He turned and ran down the corridor leaving his broken wand behind. Albus gave chase, followed quickly by the guards.

He burst out of the restricted area and back into the public museum with Albus right behind him. Tunney dodged or pushed his way through a group of children admiring the skeleton of a triceratops then cut right, heading for the main entrance. He came flying out of the doors and heading straight for Cromwell Road.

Lightning streaked the sky as Albus shot out of the museum still in pursuit. The heavy downpour immediately covered them as they both charged through puddles without hesitation. The guards gave up their chase once the two were away from the building.

The rain had caused traffic to slow but not stop. Car horns were beeping all around them as drivers tried to push their way forward. Tunney continued heading for the road and just managed to dodge a car that drove past. Behind it was a construction truck that was about to come between him and Albus.

His mind went into overdrive, measuring the size and angle of the chasse and comparing it the speed it was moving. Just as Albus reached the road he skidded onto his knees passing beneath the truck as it moved, carried along by the wet surface. He jumped the divider rail and continued charging after Tunney who now had about a fifteen-foot lead on him.

The chase was jerky and stuttered. Everywhere people with umbrellas were walking around talking with friends or on their phones. Bike messengers and drivers darted about the place and some people were even out with dogs. They had to dodge all of them. Without his wand, he couldn't disparate.

Tunney ducked down an alleyway leading to the next street over and tried to pull some bins into Albus's path but he didn't time it very well and Albus just leapt over them. Just as he reached the entrance of the alley way, a motorcycle massager was slowly pulling out and Tunney smashed straight into him, knocking him off the bike.

The driver immediately jumped up, pulled off his helmet and start yelling at Tunney in a foreign language. He dragged Tunney off the floor, still screaming and gesturing to his bike just as Albus caught up to him.

"It's alright," Albus said, out of breath. "Police, I've got him."

Just as Albus reached for Tunney, he grabbed the guys bike helmet and smashed him round the face with it.

"Ahh!" Albus cried as pain shot through his skull.

He spun on the spot and lost his balance while the bike messenger was shoved away. Tunney took off down the street again. Albus quickly got back to his feet and ran after him leaving the bike messenger yelling at both of them.

The chase was back on and both of them were weaving in and out of bystanders as they continued down the road. Tunney bolted onto the street, ignoring the green light and causing cars to screech to a halt in front of him. Another car was almost unable to stop causing Tunney to start running down the line that divided the lanes.

Drivers angrily used their horns as soon as they saw him but also tried to avoid hitting him. They seemed to assume that Albus was a cop or a store owner chasing down a thief. Up ahead, the cars were slowing but not because of an intersection. Because of a roundabout and the traffic was moving pretty steadily.

Tunney was trapped by moving cars on all sides. Albus had him.

"I can't shake this guy!" Tunney said to no one.

"Then your services are no longer required," Morgana's voice said in his ear.

"Understood."

Without a second's hesitation, Tunney stepped out into the traffic.

"NO, NO, NO!"

Too late.

Tunney was pancaked by an oncoming truck that screeched to a halt a moment later. Drivers that had seen what had happened jumped out of their cars looking horrified. Some where already on their phones calling the police and ambulances.

"Shit!" Albus yelled.

"What? What happened?!" Scorpius voice asked through the Xeno charm.

"Tunney's dead! He just got flattened by a truck!" Albus said.

He looked around and decided to make a discreate exit before the police showed up.

"Albus…"

"It was Morgana! She was talking to him the same way I'm talking to you!" he growled as he reached another alleyway.

The phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out expecting to see 'Unknown', the sign of Morgana but it was just blank. He answered.

"Albus. You were right," Blogg's said.

"Yeah, I noticed!"

"No, you haven't. The fire alarms went off in the Natural History Museum about three minutes ago. you screwed up her plans. She improvised," he said quickly.

"Let me guess, the artifact storage area?" Albus asked, still out of breath.

"Yep."

"She got it! Whatever she was after, she got it!" he hissed, furious at his failure.

"And set the place on fire so no one would know what she stole," Bloggs confirmed. "I bet she erased the manifests too."

A lightbulb went off in Albus's head.

"I'll call you back!" he hung up the phone and tucked it into his jacket. "Scorp, you get all that?"

"Yeah. We missed our chance," he said glumly.

"Maybe not! After the fire is out, they'll do a check of everything that was damaged or destroyed."

"Yeah, but if she erased the records, how are we gonna know what's missing?" Scorp asked.

"You're going to Cambridge!"

"What?! Cambridge!"

"Yes! The museum works with Cambridge university, it's on their website. I bet you they would know what the museum has and hasn't got. Get over there, confund whoever you have to, just find a manifest of recent artifacts that arrived at the museum. Once they list everything that was damaged, we'll compare them. I bet you something will be missing!" Albus said quickly.

"Alright, I'll disaparate now. Where are you gonna be?"

"I'll head back to the ministry and wait for an angry phone call from Morgana. She's not gonna be pleased about this."

Thunder rumbled ominously above. Morgana would definitely retaliate for this.