Harry Potter and the Isle of Cyprus
Harry Potter and the Isle of Cyprus

Author's Notes: This took a while because of various difficulties with my email address, my web page getting all messed up, etc.

Disclaimer: See Prologue.  Also, I do not own Cyprus, but I do own that little wizarding town I made up.  If you want to use it, contact me. (No one wants to use it, but that's all right.)

Author's Notes: The conflict surrounding Cyprus in this fan fiction is not intended to duplicate or represent the real conflict.  This is about an alternate, fictional, world, right?  So it doesn't have to be true.

Chapter 5

          Cyprus, an indisputably magical island, lay in the Mediterranean Sea, waiting for our good friends at the Ministry, aurors, and others.  It had anti-apparation spells surrounding it, so travel there, primarily, was by boat.  A few large boats had been rented to convey personnel.  Unsurprisingly, Harry, Sirius, Remus, and Ron's brothers and sister were on the same boat. 

          Sirius and Remus talked excitedly to Fred and George, listening to accounts of their pranking with great delight.  Harry, Ron, and Charlie were discussing (what else?) Quidditch.  Ginny and Hermione chatted idly.

          "I bet Harry's getting offers to play Quidditch for England any day now," said Ron with a grin.

          "Actually, I got an offer the other day," answered Harry with a smile.

          Charlie patted him on the back.  "That's great!  You gonna say yes?"

          Harry responded, "I've got some time to respond, but hopefully, after this mess is sorted out, I'll get a chance to take them up on the offer."  He changed the subject.  "Where are we going, anyway?"

          Ron quickly answered.  "A port in Paphos.  There's a nice little wizarding town near there called Kallistia that we're staying in for the time."

          "Sounds nice," commented Charlie.

          "So you guys stole the map from Filch?  Good going!" said Sirius.

          "In your first year?" Remus commented in disbelief.  "You guys are good."

          Severus Snape, back in Hogsmeade, walked discreetly through the streets.  A figure lurking in the streets with wand drawn would attract too much attention.  "Gotta find the rest of those scoundrels," he mumbled.  "They might be taking a shot at the Ministry workers in the harbor," he mused.  Snape apparated to the harbor Ministry officials were leaving at. 

         

          On the boat Ronald Weasly was being conveyed aboard, nobody suspected anything to happen.  Suddenly, the skipper burst into Ron's cabin.

          He drew his wand, and warned them frantically.  "Death eaters on the deck!  They just apparated from England!"

          "Damn, why can't we ever go anywhere without getting attacked?" said Ron. 

          Severus Snape appeared at a dock out of thin air.  With his right hand ready to reach for a wand any time, he walked over to the waterfront. 

          'Dirty, muggle, place,' thought Snape with scorn as he walked around the shipyard.  Though mid-June, the weather was chilly and rain was falling.  Everyone's (least) favorite potions teacher used an anti-wetness charm on himself.

          Another boat was leaving when it happened.  A few figures in black cloaks drew their wands.  A Ministry worker stood on the other side of the building, unaware of his stealthy assailiants.

          "Avada Kedavra!" said one of the death eaters, right as Snape petrified the official.  The petrified worker fell to the ground, the killing curse missing him.  Snape stunned the first one, and disarmed a second, but two more were conscious and armed.  

          "We're going to have some fun with this one," said the first.  

          "Definitely," agreed the second cloaked death eater.

          "Imperio!" he shouted.  Snape started running at full speed toward the water.  

          Three death eaters burst through the cabin doors, to find themselves facing eleven formidable wizards.  

          Sirius acted first.  "We have one word for you guys-" he pointed his wand at the leader," Stupefy!"

          Nereus and his friends, Robert and Rebecca Williams were readying themselves to board, when the saw Snape running toward the water.  

          Robert said to himself, "I wonder what he's doing that for," but Nereus was off.  

          Pulling a hood over his head, Nereus ran behind some equipment.  Looking, he mumbled to himself.  "Where could they be, where, where?"  He scanned the salty shipyard a few more times.  "Crap."

          Looking around once more, he spotted a hooded head sticking out from behind a building.  The face had a look of glee, and the person was laughing and moving his wand around with a sick pleasure.  

          "Got 'em," said Nereus to himself, as he silently walked toward the other end of the building.

Author's Notes: I think I'll leave you guys here for now.  Like always, reviews are very welcome.  Next chapter is an action chapter once again.  Then, a couple of chapters from now, when we get to the middle of the story, it'll slow down some, with less action.  "We want action!" you say?  Well, it won't stay that slow for long, and then we go back to the battles.  But if a lot of people say they want this story to have less action, I'll do less action.  Next chapter will probably be up on Friday or Saturday.