Harry Potter
and the
Silver Bullet Faction
OK. So the first chapter left you wanting more. A great action lead-in. But what's next? Now, presenting the second thrilling chapter in the newest Harry Potter book...
When we last left Harry, the Dursleys had ditched him with the Weasleys and a very nasty letter, while a mysterious group of lone heroes foiled a dark and dangerous plot (or so they hope)...
Chapter 2
The Summoner and the Assault
Harry landed in the fireplace coughing and dust covered. Man, he loved and hated floo powder at the same time. He felt the same way about the Dursleys minus the love part, which, when he thought about it, was sort of redundant.
"Well, here we are. You'll be staying in my room like last time, I suppose." Ron landed in the chimney behind him.
"Yeah, I suppose it'll be great." Harry muttered. "But what do I do about my stuff? It's all back at the Dursleys'. Even my Firebolt."
"We'll just pay the Dursleys a little visit by floo powder, I suppose." Ron said.
"But don't they have to be hooked up to the network?"
"Oh, right. Well, Dad can't hook it up in one day. I guess we'd use a summoner."
"A summoner?"
"Yeah. It's a simple concept. It's just like a summoning charm. Except it's much more powerful. We'll do it now. Dad's got it in the basement, hold on." Ron ran off and came back a second later, carrying a large golden glove. "Put it on," He handed it to Harry. "And say, Accio! Then just say whatever you want to come to you."
Harry put on the glove, lifted his hand, and...
* * *
Vernon Dursley was finally settling down for the first time after a long, very hard day. He picked up the untouched morning paper and began to open it when he heard a crash from the basement and a loud shriek from the kitchen. Aunt Petunia ran screaming into the den and ducked just as a large trunk sailed over her head. It slammed straight into the front door and knoced it aside in an array of splinters, shooting off into the sky.
* * *
"It'll be here in a little while." Ron said. "In the meantime, let's go test out my new broomstick."
"Sure. Oh, wait, I've forgotten Hedwigs cage..."
* * *
Uncle Vernon had finally fit the door back in place when he heard another loud crash, and another scream, this time from upstairs. Dudley was rolling down the stairs like a bowling ball, when something long and gold shot straight down after him, and right toward Uncle Vernon.
"Oh brother." He squeaked, and then Hedwigs cage slammed straight into his forehead, knocking him out.
* * *
"There." Ron said. "It should be along in a few hours. Wanna see that broomstick?"
"Sure." Harry followed him outside.
"I can't wait to be on the Quidditch tem this year. It'll be awesome! Us up there, in the air..."
"...Beating the snot out of the Slytherins, Malfoy going insane..."
"...Yeah. I just can't wait. Watch this." He pulled his broom out of its box, sleek and shiny, and mounted it. In an instant, he was off.
"Man! No kidding! I figured I could beat him just once on my Firebolt, but whoa! That's ludicrous!" Ron ripped straight through the air, doing a few laps around his house, and then touched down.
"Incredible!" Harry stared at Ron on the broom. "How fast was that?"
"I think about max speed. Mind you, It's scary up there. But I think I could handle a sudden goal shot."
"Yeah, wow. I might not be able to beat you after all."
"Oh, you still on for the race, when your broom gets here?"
"Yeah, I suppose. Could I... have a go?"
"Sure. If you can handle it." Harry looked at Ron, who, instead of having a competitive smirk on his face, looked really serious. "I'm serious, It's a tough handle. I nearly fell off twice."
Harry got up on it. Immediately he kicked off and shot almost straight up, and in a matter of seconds, Ron was just a speck. He pointed the nose sharply downward, and in less than three seconds was hovering over the Weasleys house.
The sky was getting dim, but before he came down, he glimpsed something in the distance. His trunk?
No, he thought as he looked closer. It was moving-
"Hedwig!" He said with surprise. She was back already. She glided over to him and alighted on his forearm. He pulled a letter off of her leg with one hand, and began to read it while holding onto the broom.
Dear Harry,
I caught up with Hedwig in midair. I stopped just long enough to read your letter and scratch one back. Listen to me very carefully. Do not at any cost leave the Hogwarts grounds this year. You are in very grave danger. I've contacted an old friend at the Silver Bullet Faction and he's confirmed it. You're right-Voldemort is back. Be careful around everyone. Trust only Dumbledore and members of the Silver Bullet Faction-they'll have a cross around their necks, usually wearing chain male, and a silver band around their arm with spikes. Watch your back this year, Harry.
~ Sirius
Harry began to feel sick as he finished up the letter. He also remembered who those people were in his dream.
"Just great." He murmured. "Well Hedwig, looks like another normal year ahead of us at Hogwarts."
"Harry?" Ron called and came around the side of the house. "Harry? You all right?"
Harry looked at the letter. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." He began to glide down on the broomstick.
"Hey, What's that?"
"What?"
"That letter."
"You read it." Harry handed it to him. "I'm going in, If it's all right. It's getting dark."
"Uh, sure. Mum's finished dinner by now, we're having steak and mashed potatoes, I hope..." Ron stopped dead silent as he read the letter. "Oh... oh... damn it, look. Oh, no, Harry, we've got to tell mum. This is really not good."
"I know. I think we should write Dumbledore, also. In case he doesn't know."
"Harry, what if they come to get us tonight?"
"Maybe... maybe your dad can enchant your house. I don't know, but I'm not to worried. I mean, the chances of that are like the chances of Voldemort showing up at the Dursleys and blowing me to smithereens, don't you think?"
"Right, I guess. But all the same. And we should mail this letter to Dumbledore with an explanation."
"Right, we'd better do it now. Let's go in. Dad should be home any second." Sure enough, when they went inside, Mr. Weasley appeared in the fireplace, covered with soot.
"Dad, we have to show you something." Ron told him immediately.
"Right now?" Mr. Weasley moaned. "It's been the longest day at the Ministry, can it wait?"
"No, it can't. This is really important." Ron handed him the letter from Sirius.
"All right..." He glanced over the letter. "Molly."
"Yes dear?" Mrs. Weasley strode into the room.
"Boys, you can start dinner with the rest of the family, Molly, we have to talk alone."
"Why dear, whatever is the matter?"
"Let's just go upstairs, now. Please."
"Er- Mister Weasley?" Harry asked. "Could I have my letter back? I need to mail it to Dumbledore."
"Certainly, Harry." Mr. Weasley said solemnly, and handed him the letter. "Now, you boys go and eat."
"Uh, dad, what if, well, what if they come for us? What if..."
"You don't have to worry, Ron, a Vampire can't come into your home unless you invite it in. Now go eat."
"Oh... all right." They both left the stern-faced Mr. Weasley to go upstairs, and sat down at the table.
"Where's Percy?" Harry looked over at his empty spot.
"Oh, he's out with Bill and Charlie. They should be back-oh look!" Ron pointed at the clock, where Bill, Charlie, and Percy's hands pointed at home. A moment later, they strode in the back door.
"How's it going?" Bill took a seat.
"Harry, old boy, how are you? Simply splendid!" Percy smiled.
"Yes, how have you been, Harry, It's simply spiffing to see you!" Fred grabbed his hand and shook it, while giving him a look that plainly said 'he still hasn't got the hint' with a quick glance in Percy's direction.
They all sat down and began to eat. Everything was going fine until Percy reached for the gravy, and let out a loud shriek.
Out of the gravy boat, instead of gravy, came a thick, red liquid. Suddenly, everyone's goblets toppled, spilling milk everywhere, ten stood up again, to be replaced with the same liquid. And to top it all off, as everyone stood and backed away from the table, the meat began to ooze it, also.
"Oh man, the steak looks a little... underdone." Charlie gasped.
"What the hell is going on here? Is this one of your jokes?" Bill roared at Fred and George.
"We don't know anything about it!" They replied in unison.
"What? What's going on here?" A voice said from behind them. They turned to see Mr. and Mrs. Weasley standing there.
"There's blood everywhere! What's going on?" Bill asked.
"Shit" Mr. Weasley muttered.
"Arthur! Watch your language!"
"Don't you see? This is just great, Molly! Look at this! All right, everyone! You're all sleeping in the same room tonight. Ginny, you're with us. Do not open any windows! And no one leaves the house!" Mr. Weasley roared, and stormed off.
"I've never seen dad this worked up and angry." Ron muttered to Harry.
"Your father is just scared." Mrs. Weasley began to collect up the plates. "But I don't blame him. Harry, I think you'd better go and write that letter. This is shaping up to be a bad day."
"Mum... what does this mean?" Percy asked.
"He must be scared. He hasn't called mum 'mum' in years." Ron told Harry. Percy didn't even frown.
"It's nothing, dear, I just didn't cook the steak right." She said without looking at him.
"Oh, Molly, come off it." Mr. Weasley entered the room. "Kids, there's no point in trying to lie to you, there has been a lot of strange activity recently involving Vampires." They all gasped. "However, there is nothing to fear as long as you do not invite anyone into the house. And do not leave the windows open."
This is my fault, Harry thought at once, They're after me and my being here is endangering the Weasleys.
Almost as if Mr. Weasley could read his thoughts, he immediately objected. "Harry, I know it was you who got the letter, but rest assured, this is none of your fault."
"Oh... okay." Harry murmured.
"I've already contacted the ministry. They're on the lookout for any other suspicious activity."
"Come on, Harry, let's go up to my room and write to Dumbledore." Ron said, still shaken.
"Right." Harry followed him up the stairs, and to Rons room, where Hedwig had perched upon a bar on Pigwidgeons cage. Ron handed him a piece of parchment, and he began to write.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
I suppose you have heard about the unusual vampire activity lately. It happens to be that just before I got first wind of it, I'd had a dream, involving Voldemort enlisting the help of the Vampires. Then he disapperated. But after that, four men had came out of a crowd of hooded figures and killed them all. But the leader disapperated, also. And I woke up, with my scar hurting. I thought it was all just a dream until I got a letter from Sirius about the Vampire activity, and I wrote him. Then he sent me this reply. I don't want to sound paranoid, but just before I wrote to you, while we were eating, everything seemed to fill with blood. Now everyone is afraid. I just wanted to let you know.
Sincerely,
Harry
"There, that would do." Harry said, and stuffed his and Sirius' letters in an envelope, and tied it to Hedwig. "Go to Dumbledore."
She gave a soft hoot and fluttered out the window into the night.
* * *
Donald Knots stared into his cup, and downed the last of his coffee. It had been a long night at the Silver Bullet Faction Headquarters, one of the most well hidden headquarters of the ministry.
"How's everything been, Don?" His partner, Reg, walked up behind him.
"Just fine for me. Them damn bloodsuckers-there's been another attack."
"Oh, really? That sucks. Is that why you're working so late?"
"Yeah, It was a muggle attack, Reg, they're everywhere. This so far has been the biggest incident since that party in that castle near Hogsmeade forty years ago. I don't know why I'm even here any more."
"Yeah, I know, It's been a long night. I made some more coffee."
"Coffee won't do it. After thirty three years in this tough job, I don't know If I have it in me to keep going."
FWOOSH!
"What was that?" Reg looked over at the fireplace. "Oh, Arthur! How are you? You scared me there." Arthur Weasley's face was frowning out of the yellow-greenish glow of the flames.
"Really bad news, Reg, Donald. It so happens that while my family was eating, everything on their plates and in their cups began secreting blood."
"Oh, what a shock that must have been. Are they all right?"
"Yes, But this is your area of expertise. What does it mean?"
"Well, I can't really tell you that except you're probably being harassed by a vampire."
"I knew that. But what else? I'm worried."
"Arthur, old man, calm down. Now listen, Don't let anyone in your house. Have you contacted the Ministry?"
"Yes. They'll be sending us security teams and cars to take us to King's Cross in London. But my children..."
"Could be in no safer hands than those of Albus Dumbledore." Reg remarked.
"Did Sirius black contact you?"
"Yes, he did." Ronald replied.
"Sirius Black? You've talked to him?" Reg stared at him.
"Reg, relax. Trust me, he's been innocent all along. He's not crazy, all right?"
"All right. Whatever the both of you say."
"Anyway, he's on his way up here. Come to help out. Maybe Dumbledore asked him to." Donald told them.
"Yeah, I heard. Good."
"Donald, just... don't leave your house until the ministry picks you up. At daytime."
"I know. Thanks for your help." Arthur Weasleys head disappeared, and the flames returned their normal color.
"No problem." Reg muttered.
"Well, notify security we're leaving, all right?" Donald said.
"Yeah, they know. I already told them I was."
"All right, I'm coming."
"But... why haven't they contacted me back to clear me?"
"I don't know. Let's go find out."
Suddenly, the flames died out without a wisp of wind.
"What... what's going on here?" Reg exclaimed.
"Do you have you're wand?"
"No! You?"
"No!"
In the darkness, they heard something shudder ahead. A doorknob. The entrance to the room slowly opened.
"Oh no." Donald gasped. "They're here."
and the
Silver Bullet Faction
OK. So the first chapter left you wanting more. A great action lead-in. But what's next? Now, presenting the second thrilling chapter in the newest Harry Potter book...
When we last left Harry, the Dursleys had ditched him with the Weasleys and a very nasty letter, while a mysterious group of lone heroes foiled a dark and dangerous plot (or so they hope)...
Chapter 2
The Summoner and the Assault
Harry landed in the fireplace coughing and dust covered. Man, he loved and hated floo powder at the same time. He felt the same way about the Dursleys minus the love part, which, when he thought about it, was sort of redundant.
"Well, here we are. You'll be staying in my room like last time, I suppose." Ron landed in the chimney behind him.
"Yeah, I suppose it'll be great." Harry muttered. "But what do I do about my stuff? It's all back at the Dursleys'. Even my Firebolt."
"We'll just pay the Dursleys a little visit by floo powder, I suppose." Ron said.
"But don't they have to be hooked up to the network?"
"Oh, right. Well, Dad can't hook it up in one day. I guess we'd use a summoner."
"A summoner?"
"Yeah. It's a simple concept. It's just like a summoning charm. Except it's much more powerful. We'll do it now. Dad's got it in the basement, hold on." Ron ran off and came back a second later, carrying a large golden glove. "Put it on," He handed it to Harry. "And say, Accio! Then just say whatever you want to come to you."
Harry put on the glove, lifted his hand, and...
* * *
Vernon Dursley was finally settling down for the first time after a long, very hard day. He picked up the untouched morning paper and began to open it when he heard a crash from the basement and a loud shriek from the kitchen. Aunt Petunia ran screaming into the den and ducked just as a large trunk sailed over her head. It slammed straight into the front door and knoced it aside in an array of splinters, shooting off into the sky.
* * *
"It'll be here in a little while." Ron said. "In the meantime, let's go test out my new broomstick."
"Sure. Oh, wait, I've forgotten Hedwigs cage..."
* * *
Uncle Vernon had finally fit the door back in place when he heard another loud crash, and another scream, this time from upstairs. Dudley was rolling down the stairs like a bowling ball, when something long and gold shot straight down after him, and right toward Uncle Vernon.
"Oh brother." He squeaked, and then Hedwigs cage slammed straight into his forehead, knocking him out.
* * *
"There." Ron said. "It should be along in a few hours. Wanna see that broomstick?"
"Sure." Harry followed him outside.
"I can't wait to be on the Quidditch tem this year. It'll be awesome! Us up there, in the air..."
"...Beating the snot out of the Slytherins, Malfoy going insane..."
"...Yeah. I just can't wait. Watch this." He pulled his broom out of its box, sleek and shiny, and mounted it. In an instant, he was off.
"Man! No kidding! I figured I could beat him just once on my Firebolt, but whoa! That's ludicrous!" Ron ripped straight through the air, doing a few laps around his house, and then touched down.
"Incredible!" Harry stared at Ron on the broom. "How fast was that?"
"I think about max speed. Mind you, It's scary up there. But I think I could handle a sudden goal shot."
"Yeah, wow. I might not be able to beat you after all."
"Oh, you still on for the race, when your broom gets here?"
"Yeah, I suppose. Could I... have a go?"
"Sure. If you can handle it." Harry looked at Ron, who, instead of having a competitive smirk on his face, looked really serious. "I'm serious, It's a tough handle. I nearly fell off twice."
Harry got up on it. Immediately he kicked off and shot almost straight up, and in a matter of seconds, Ron was just a speck. He pointed the nose sharply downward, and in less than three seconds was hovering over the Weasleys house.
The sky was getting dim, but before he came down, he glimpsed something in the distance. His trunk?
No, he thought as he looked closer. It was moving-
"Hedwig!" He said with surprise. She was back already. She glided over to him and alighted on his forearm. He pulled a letter off of her leg with one hand, and began to read it while holding onto the broom.
Dear Harry,
I caught up with Hedwig in midair. I stopped just long enough to read your letter and scratch one back. Listen to me very carefully. Do not at any cost leave the Hogwarts grounds this year. You are in very grave danger. I've contacted an old friend at the Silver Bullet Faction and he's confirmed it. You're right-Voldemort is back. Be careful around everyone. Trust only Dumbledore and members of the Silver Bullet Faction-they'll have a cross around their necks, usually wearing chain male, and a silver band around their arm with spikes. Watch your back this year, Harry.
~ Sirius
Harry began to feel sick as he finished up the letter. He also remembered who those people were in his dream.
"Just great." He murmured. "Well Hedwig, looks like another normal year ahead of us at Hogwarts."
"Harry?" Ron called and came around the side of the house. "Harry? You all right?"
Harry looked at the letter. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." He began to glide down on the broomstick.
"Hey, What's that?"
"What?"
"That letter."
"You read it." Harry handed it to him. "I'm going in, If it's all right. It's getting dark."
"Uh, sure. Mum's finished dinner by now, we're having steak and mashed potatoes, I hope..." Ron stopped dead silent as he read the letter. "Oh... oh... damn it, look. Oh, no, Harry, we've got to tell mum. This is really not good."
"I know. I think we should write Dumbledore, also. In case he doesn't know."
"Harry, what if they come to get us tonight?"
"Maybe... maybe your dad can enchant your house. I don't know, but I'm not to worried. I mean, the chances of that are like the chances of Voldemort showing up at the Dursleys and blowing me to smithereens, don't you think?"
"Right, I guess. But all the same. And we should mail this letter to Dumbledore with an explanation."
"Right, we'd better do it now. Let's go in. Dad should be home any second." Sure enough, when they went inside, Mr. Weasley appeared in the fireplace, covered with soot.
"Dad, we have to show you something." Ron told him immediately.
"Right now?" Mr. Weasley moaned. "It's been the longest day at the Ministry, can it wait?"
"No, it can't. This is really important." Ron handed him the letter from Sirius.
"All right..." He glanced over the letter. "Molly."
"Yes dear?" Mrs. Weasley strode into the room.
"Boys, you can start dinner with the rest of the family, Molly, we have to talk alone."
"Why dear, whatever is the matter?"
"Let's just go upstairs, now. Please."
"Er- Mister Weasley?" Harry asked. "Could I have my letter back? I need to mail it to Dumbledore."
"Certainly, Harry." Mr. Weasley said solemnly, and handed him the letter. "Now, you boys go and eat."
"Uh, dad, what if, well, what if they come for us? What if..."
"You don't have to worry, Ron, a Vampire can't come into your home unless you invite it in. Now go eat."
"Oh... all right." They both left the stern-faced Mr. Weasley to go upstairs, and sat down at the table.
"Where's Percy?" Harry looked over at his empty spot.
"Oh, he's out with Bill and Charlie. They should be back-oh look!" Ron pointed at the clock, where Bill, Charlie, and Percy's hands pointed at home. A moment later, they strode in the back door.
"How's it going?" Bill took a seat.
"Harry, old boy, how are you? Simply splendid!" Percy smiled.
"Yes, how have you been, Harry, It's simply spiffing to see you!" Fred grabbed his hand and shook it, while giving him a look that plainly said 'he still hasn't got the hint' with a quick glance in Percy's direction.
They all sat down and began to eat. Everything was going fine until Percy reached for the gravy, and let out a loud shriek.
Out of the gravy boat, instead of gravy, came a thick, red liquid. Suddenly, everyone's goblets toppled, spilling milk everywhere, ten stood up again, to be replaced with the same liquid. And to top it all off, as everyone stood and backed away from the table, the meat began to ooze it, also.
"Oh man, the steak looks a little... underdone." Charlie gasped.
"What the hell is going on here? Is this one of your jokes?" Bill roared at Fred and George.
"We don't know anything about it!" They replied in unison.
"What? What's going on here?" A voice said from behind them. They turned to see Mr. and Mrs. Weasley standing there.
"There's blood everywhere! What's going on?" Bill asked.
"Shit" Mr. Weasley muttered.
"Arthur! Watch your language!"
"Don't you see? This is just great, Molly! Look at this! All right, everyone! You're all sleeping in the same room tonight. Ginny, you're with us. Do not open any windows! And no one leaves the house!" Mr. Weasley roared, and stormed off.
"I've never seen dad this worked up and angry." Ron muttered to Harry.
"Your father is just scared." Mrs. Weasley began to collect up the plates. "But I don't blame him. Harry, I think you'd better go and write that letter. This is shaping up to be a bad day."
"Mum... what does this mean?" Percy asked.
"He must be scared. He hasn't called mum 'mum' in years." Ron told Harry. Percy didn't even frown.
"It's nothing, dear, I just didn't cook the steak right." She said without looking at him.
"Oh, Molly, come off it." Mr. Weasley entered the room. "Kids, there's no point in trying to lie to you, there has been a lot of strange activity recently involving Vampires." They all gasped. "However, there is nothing to fear as long as you do not invite anyone into the house. And do not leave the windows open."
This is my fault, Harry thought at once, They're after me and my being here is endangering the Weasleys.
Almost as if Mr. Weasley could read his thoughts, he immediately objected. "Harry, I know it was you who got the letter, but rest assured, this is none of your fault."
"Oh... okay." Harry murmured.
"I've already contacted the ministry. They're on the lookout for any other suspicious activity."
"Come on, Harry, let's go up to my room and write to Dumbledore." Ron said, still shaken.
"Right." Harry followed him up the stairs, and to Rons room, where Hedwig had perched upon a bar on Pigwidgeons cage. Ron handed him a piece of parchment, and he began to write.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
I suppose you have heard about the unusual vampire activity lately. It happens to be that just before I got first wind of it, I'd had a dream, involving Voldemort enlisting the help of the Vampires. Then he disapperated. But after that, four men had came out of a crowd of hooded figures and killed them all. But the leader disapperated, also. And I woke up, with my scar hurting. I thought it was all just a dream until I got a letter from Sirius about the Vampire activity, and I wrote him. Then he sent me this reply. I don't want to sound paranoid, but just before I wrote to you, while we were eating, everything seemed to fill with blood. Now everyone is afraid. I just wanted to let you know.
Sincerely,
Harry
"There, that would do." Harry said, and stuffed his and Sirius' letters in an envelope, and tied it to Hedwig. "Go to Dumbledore."
She gave a soft hoot and fluttered out the window into the night.
* * *
Donald Knots stared into his cup, and downed the last of his coffee. It had been a long night at the Silver Bullet Faction Headquarters, one of the most well hidden headquarters of the ministry.
"How's everything been, Don?" His partner, Reg, walked up behind him.
"Just fine for me. Them damn bloodsuckers-there's been another attack."
"Oh, really? That sucks. Is that why you're working so late?"
"Yeah, It was a muggle attack, Reg, they're everywhere. This so far has been the biggest incident since that party in that castle near Hogsmeade forty years ago. I don't know why I'm even here any more."
"Yeah, I know, It's been a long night. I made some more coffee."
"Coffee won't do it. After thirty three years in this tough job, I don't know If I have it in me to keep going."
FWOOSH!
"What was that?" Reg looked over at the fireplace. "Oh, Arthur! How are you? You scared me there." Arthur Weasley's face was frowning out of the yellow-greenish glow of the flames.
"Really bad news, Reg, Donald. It so happens that while my family was eating, everything on their plates and in their cups began secreting blood."
"Oh, what a shock that must have been. Are they all right?"
"Yes, But this is your area of expertise. What does it mean?"
"Well, I can't really tell you that except you're probably being harassed by a vampire."
"I knew that. But what else? I'm worried."
"Arthur, old man, calm down. Now listen, Don't let anyone in your house. Have you contacted the Ministry?"
"Yes. They'll be sending us security teams and cars to take us to King's Cross in London. But my children..."
"Could be in no safer hands than those of Albus Dumbledore." Reg remarked.
"Did Sirius black contact you?"
"Yes, he did." Ronald replied.
"Sirius Black? You've talked to him?" Reg stared at him.
"Reg, relax. Trust me, he's been innocent all along. He's not crazy, all right?"
"All right. Whatever the both of you say."
"Anyway, he's on his way up here. Come to help out. Maybe Dumbledore asked him to." Donald told them.
"Yeah, I heard. Good."
"Donald, just... don't leave your house until the ministry picks you up. At daytime."
"I know. Thanks for your help." Arthur Weasleys head disappeared, and the flames returned their normal color.
"No problem." Reg muttered.
"Well, notify security we're leaving, all right?" Donald said.
"Yeah, they know. I already told them I was."
"All right, I'm coming."
"But... why haven't they contacted me back to clear me?"
"I don't know. Let's go find out."
Suddenly, the flames died out without a wisp of wind.
"What... what's going on here?" Reg exclaimed.
"Do you have you're wand?"
"No! You?"
"No!"
In the darkness, they heard something shudder ahead. A doorknob. The entrance to the room slowly opened.
"Oh no." Donald gasped. "They're here."