My life was normal, until I was recruited as a Spy for the Ministry of International Defense. At 13 years old, my mom things that I'm working on a project for the French-American Exchange program. Boy! Is she dead wrong. I never thought I would be a spy, I never knew that the ministry had been spying on me since the age of 9.. That hint that I was actually worth something. Being a Spy-Witch isn't easy.. Who am I? I am Angela Graham, Slytherin Spy.
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"So the story starts back when us three," Vanessa motioned toward the two young girls sitting beside her, "were chosen to join the exchange program. We didn't know why. I'm guessing because we were witches and we were attending.. What was that word again, describing non-magical people?" Vanessa paused a moment to rub her chin thoughtfully. "Oh yes, Muggles. We went to a muggle school. We've caught up on the homework, and hopefully ready to tackle Hogwarts by storm."
"Not to mention get along with more people." Jackie piped up. She took out her tube of lip gloss, that was a 'flip-up' and served as a digital camera which would send photos to both Jake and their laptop journals. Talk about high-tech stuff. Hogwarts won't know what hit it.
"Um excuse us.." Hermione got up, dragging Ron and Harry with her. Angela took out her Laptop, and recieved the pictures from Jackie's digital camera. They were all snap shots of Hermione, Ron, and Harry to add to their journal. It would allow them to have some background on them, as well as an updated photo. Outside the train, Hermione checked back inside the train cautiously, to see if any of the girls had followed them. "Look. There's something fishy with them. Coming out to the back of the train, wouldn't you suppose they would know someone from Diagon Alley?"
"Hermione! You're just paranoid! They're brand new students at Hogwarts, like we were in our first year. I don't see what you see very wrong in them." Harry replied, annoyed at having to get up for nothing.
"Yeah, Hermione. You've got a point there. Keep quiet about anything that might attract their interest. We'll see if there's more to them than meets the eye.." Ron commented, reluctantly. "Come on! Let's go back in. I don't like the looks of things here," He took a quick glance at the moving wheels beneath them. The platform swayed side to side, as the train headed full-speed towards Hogwarts. Just as they were about to move robed Death Eaters, stepped out of the cabin before them.
"Freeze!" He whipped out his wand. "You're not going anywhere. This train is under seige, until we find them."
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Back inside the train, Angela looked at Hermione through the window. "Uh oh. There's a mad-man on the loose!"
"Change now? Or later?" Jackie asked.
"Let's go! These clothes are just comfortable." Their baggy cargo pants were more than what met the eye. In its pockets, were their wands and , as a backup, which they rather detested, stun guns.
"Remember we're liscenced to kill. Ready?" They piled their hands one ontop of another, and shouted "Go Girls!"
"There you are! Surrender!" The masked Death Eater declared.
"Never!" Just as he entered, two more Death Eaters came in. One whom looked exactly like Draco Malfoy, except the years serving his master had worn him down. Jackie attacked with her flying high kick, knocking Lucius' chin one direction. The door opened, and Hermione Granger peeped in, as well as Harry and Ron. Angela drew her wand , "Petrificus Totalus!" The poor Death Eater fell to the floor struggling to move, although unable to.
Vanessa took up another Death Eater. "Crucio!" The Death Eater whipped off his mask, George Misgashi, a relative of Jackie Lao. Vanessa doubled over in pain. "Haii Yah!" Jackie kicked his wand, snapping it in two, and breaking the curse. "Nooo!!!" The George blew up into smoke, as he apparated.
"We're out of here, but we'll be back." Lucius cried as they apparated off the train.
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Those girls are strong.. Too strong as a team. Of course, we'll have plenty of time to capture them alone. Be careful of their talents, lure them in my Death Eaters. Once we have the girls, we have the ultimate killing team...
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"Yeah! We did it!" Vanessa cried, with the upmost joy.
"Go three! Just wondering, Vanessa. Why didn't you use your knowledge of curses? You know we're cleared to use them." Jackie asked, not caring about her 'relative'.
"It made me feel guilty, ya know. Well now I've got my sense whacked into me, so I'll know what to do next time they pop up. But what are we going to have to do with them?" Vanessa motioned toward the door.
"Well, let's invite them in ya know. It'd only be proper." Angela whispered, hurridly. "You guys! Come in!"
Hermione furrowed her eyebrow. "What was that? Did you know that you just used a forbidden curse!"
Vanessa shrugged her shoulders. "So what?" Her brown hair was pulled tightly up into a ponytail. She stared down at her index finger's nail. "Oww... I broke a nail." She whined jokingly, and then grinned. She glanced at the serious faces coming from Hermione, Ron , and Harry. "So what? Is the ministry going to arrest one of their..."
"Vanessa! You know you can't say anything!" Jackie interrupted, gaining suspicious glances from the others.
"I guess, we'll have to preform a memory charm. Though I'd much rather just forget the whole incident, but I guess Jake won't be very happy." Angela turned to glance at them. "But I think we could trust our secret with them.. I mean what will a little secret do? As long as they swear that they won't tell a single soul." Jackie nodded.
"What the hell-o are you talking about?" Ron demanded, rather annoyed of being ignored. Harry tapped his shoulder, silencing him.
Angela turned around to face the trio. "Well.. Umm... I don't know how to explain this.. but we're spies."
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Sorry for the short chapter, but I'm very busy packing for my trip. Please comment ;)