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Malena
Ron and Hermione were softly talking about class, Ron wasn't paying much attention. He had lost his brother 2 weeks ago. Hermione knew that he regretted always teasing his brother about being perfect and everything. But both of them were startled when the two people dressed in Muggle clothes with cloaks over them stood up and shouted at the man who had just come through the door. Both of them had their wands pointed to the person in front of the door.
"Order of the Phoenix!" Growled the woman, she had long black hair and looked very exotic. "Take your wand out of your pocket and put your hands high in the air." Hermione glanced over at the boy that was next to her. He was tall, with blond, spiked hair. She couldn't see his eyes, because they were covered with sunglasses. Hermione could tell that he was younger than the woman, but she couldn't guess his true age.
"Now," hissed the male Agent to the man. The man finally did and the woman agent walked up and grabbed him by the hair, pulling him outside. The male Agent returned inside the pub a moment later and was thinking hard. Everyone in the room seemed to be in shock. Even Hagrid had stopped drinking out of shock.
"Er-"Have you all heard the joke about the wizard who goes into the bar and sees a toad sitting on the piano?"
Everyone around them shook their heads. He continued to tell the joke.
"Okay, well you see the wizard said, "Why is there a toad sitting on your piano?" to the bartender and the bartender said, "Obliviate Maximus!" The last thing Hermione remembered was a burst of light out of the end of her wand. She turned back to Ron and said, "What were we talking about?"
"I don't know," Ron said.
Date: Friday, August 8. Approximately one week until the Transfer.
It was nearly 1 in the morning and seventeen-year-old Harry Potter was in the giant library at the Order of the Phoenix. He ran a finger through his short, messy, black with yellow tipped hair. Harry had filled out nicely, he had muscular arms from rock climbing almost every day after work. He was quite hansom as well, and he and Celeste were still dating.
He was looking up curses that could help him when he was dueling against Sphinx. All of his friends had been practicing almost non-stop for the previous month or so in order to beat their opponents in the Transfer. Max and Ivy were practicing together, doing everything from Martial Arts to Fencing. Will was trying out for Master of Combat. Angelina was trying out for Master of Languages and Sean wasn't trying out for anything.
Harry scribbled down a new spell that made the person's arm fall of by just saying the incantation. He yawned and popped a pill into his mouth, the pill kept him awake.
Harry picked up his new list of spells and went off to the Dueling Room. He chose an opponent from the Data Source, and the opponent appeared right before Harry's eyes. Harry had recently taken the No-Pain potion, as it only lasted for 12 hours.
He bowed to the opponent and they both got in the starting position. The opponent had the same odds as Harry did to win, he had taken the potion that kept them from dying of the Killing Curse, and he had the No-Pain potion as well.
"ONE!" A voice echoed around the room, "TWO! THREE!" The opponent shot a spell at Harry's head, which he flipped backwards to avoid it. Harry yelled the new spell that he had just learned and the opponent's arm fell off. Unfortunately, it wasn't his wand arm, so the opponent continued to attack Harry.
"Avada Kedavra!" Yelled the opponent. Harry dodged it, diving quickly out of the way.
Harry knew that the opponents weren't allowed to Molecularize during a Transfer duel, so Harry put the Impediment Curse on the opponent. As quick as he could Harry yelled, "Avada Kedavra!" And the spell hit the opponent in the face. The force of the spell ripped some of the opponent's face off, leaving exposed muscles.
Harry shot the Furnunculus curse at the opponent and he fell to the ground, things sprouting from his face. Harry shot the Killing Curse at the opponent and the force of the spell knocked him out, leaving him lying on the ground bleeding from his arm and face. Harry, panting slightly, yelled "Delete" and the opponent disappeared off of the floor.
Harry hadn't been injured, so he immediately got another opponent and he started to fight again. He had a lot of practicing to do before he went head to head with Sphinx.
After two more hours of practicing, Harry started walking toward the Transporter in order to return home. He passed the Fighting room, and glanced inside. Ivy was busy punching a punching bag. Harry opened the door and said, "Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"No, and I don't care," Ivy snapped, punching the bag even harder.
"Well, aren't your parents going to get worried?" Harry asked.
"Mom and Dad won't care, they know my priorities," Ivy said. "Are you just going to stand there and talk to me or are you going to go home. Of course, you could always help me practice." Ivy got an evil grin on her face.
"Trust me, there's no way I'm fighting you. Or Max for that matter."
"Oh come on! Are you scared?" Ivy said tauntingly. Harry sighed, and put down his bag.
"All right, I'll fight you, but you have to have a Wizard duel with me after."
"Deal. And remember, you have to try and win." The two of them stood about ten feet away from each other and bowed. Then without warning Harry was on his back, lying on the floor. He flipped himself back up and faced Ivy, who was grinning again.
She aimed a blow with her foot to his head, but he ducked. He attempted to hit her in the stomach, but she grabbed his fist and flipped him again.
"Oh come on, you can do better than that," She reached down to help Harry up and he flipped her over his head.
"You're right," Harry said. "I can." They fought for a few more minutes before Ivy conjured up two swords. She tossed one to Harry. The two of them fought for about ten minutes until Harry was lying on the floor with his arm off and several cuts in his shirt.
Ivy had gotten her foot cut off by Harry and was reattaching it just as Harry picked up his arm. The muscles and bones in his arm and his skin mended themselves to the disconnected arm and Harry stretched his arm before getting up and picking up his wand.
"Okay, let's duel," Harry panted. Harry beat her easily, only after a minute or two of fighting.
"Oh come on, you can do better than that," Harry sneered after he had revived her.
"Shut up," Ivy snapped. "Let's do that again.
Hours later Ivy lay panting on the ground from the dueling while Harry leaned casually against the wall.
"Celeste told me," Ivy said suddenly.
"Told you what?" Harry asked. Ivy just grinned and said, "About your late night Rendezvous last week." Harry felt his face go red. Ivy started laughing a little.
"Shut up," Harry said. He couldn't believe that Celeste told Ivy about that.
I know that they're best friends and all, but come on… Harry thought. Ivy was giggling madly on the ground. Celeste was now on a mission, protecting a group of people in America.
"She says you were good," Ivy said, giggling some more.
"That's it, I'm leaving," Harry finally snapped. He picked up his wand and went over to the Transporter. He collapsed onto his bed at 5 in the morning and fell asleep instantaneously.
"Harry you have to help me!" cried Angelina, running into the Food Court at the Order of the Phoenix. Harry and Celeste were eating lunch with Max and Sean when Angelina had appeared.
"What's the matter Angelina?" Harry asked.
"Okay, this may seem like a big favor but…" Angelina hesitated. "I need to learn Parseltongue."
"Why?" Harry asked.
"You know that I'm trying out for Language Master, and I know for a fact that the Language Master doesn't speak Parseltongue. From my knowledge, you are the only one in the whole O.P who knows that Language!"
"How many languages do you speak?" Harry asked.
"About 320," Angelina said.
"How do you propose that you learn Parseltongue?"
"Follow me," Angelina led Harry to the K.D or Knowledge Department. In this part of the Order you could get Knowledge transferred from one person's brain to another's.
"I've already arranged it with Agent 12 here," She said. "You won't feel a thing, and you'll still be able to speak Parseltongue when we're through, but I will be able too as well."
"All right," Harry said.
When Harry and Angelina emerged from the K.D ten minutes later Angelina had a snake wrapped around her waist and she was talking rapidly to it. Harry could understand what those two were conversing about, something about the snake's original home.
Harry said goodbye to the both of them before returning to the Food Court.
~*~
Date: Friday August 15th. Day of Transfer
Harry was too nervous to eat anything that morning. In fact, most of his friends were, except for Angelina and Will. They were sharing a bowl of cereal in the food court while everyone else sat around, chatting nervously. All of them had recently taken the two potions.
The Dueling Master Transfer was taking place in the Dueling Room. There was a long line of people waiting to duel with Sphinx.
"Hey buddy," said the man next to him. He was twitching and had a cigarette dangling from his mouth. "You trying out for Dueling Master too?"
"Er-yeah," Harry said.
"You know, it's all one big conspiracy," the man said, still twitching. "All of this Order of the Phoenix crap."
"Right," Harry said dryly, not really wanting to have a conversation with this man.
"If I become Dueling Master I'm going to change things around here," the man said more to himself than to Harry.
"Er- right, good luck with that," Harry replied.
"Hey Harry!" Harry was happy to hear Max's voice in his ear. Harry held the tiny microphone closer to his mouth as he said, "I am surrounded by weirdos."
"Yeah, same here," Max said. "Ouch! Ivy I was only kidding! Anyway, where are you in line?"
"The very end," Harry said. It wasn't true, but that's what it felt like. There had to be about 40 people ahead of him. Harry watched as a woman about 30 years old ran crying from the Dueling Room.
"Is it boring over there?" Ivy's voice appeared in Harry's ear.
"Yeah," Harry said. "Are you guys near the top of the line?"
"We're in the middle," Ivy and Max said at the same time.
"Oh look!" Ivy exclaimed. "Another person lost."
"Oh bloody hell," Max suddenly said. "A fight just broke loose in the line."
"PUNCH HER IN THE NOSE!" Harry could hear Ivy shout. Harry rolled his eyes and went back to listening music. It was playing "Last Resort," by Papa Roach. It didn't exactly help Harry's mood, but it did keep him from noticing him getting closer and closer to the beginning of the line.
Before Harry knew it, the man who had been twitching was walking through the doors to the Dueling Room. Harry heard a piercing scream and the man was out a second later.
"It's all a conspiracy… all a conspiracy…" He was muttering as he reattached his arm.
Harry took a deep breath and walked through the doors.
Harry's stomach did a flip-flop as he saw blood splattered on the walls and floors. Harry walked to the center of the room, where Sphinx and Sarge were standing. Sphinx looked up as Harry approached.
"Oh, it's you," she said. "Stand there. Let's get this over with."
"Okay 97, the rules are that you can use any spell that you want to. You can also use your Talent. No Molecularizing. You are to continue attacking until either you or 09 here is unconscious. If you are to faint Sphinx will check and make sure you are unconscious and vice versa. You are able to have contact. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes," Harry stammered.
"Good. Now bow," Sarge commanded. Harry and Sphinx slowly bowed to each other. "One… two… three!" Harry was almost knocked off of his feet as a Killing Curse came speeding toward him and hit him in the chest. Harry felt blood trickling down his shirt but he instead yelled, "Impedimentia!" Sphinx was momentarily stopped, and Harry took the opportunity to mutter the incantation that made an arm fall off. It was Sphinx's wand arm.
She started to move again and picked up her wand from her lost arm. She raised it so it was level with Harry's head and yelled, "Avada Kedavra!" Harry rolled to the side and dodged the curse.
Damn, she's ambidextrous, Harry thought before shooting another spell at Sphinx.
Harry watched as the curse slowed down before it could hit Sphinx, and came rocketing back at Harry. Moved out of the way as fast as he could, but his wand was knocked out of his hand. Harry pointed to his wand with his hand and it came shooting into the air and flew back into his hand. While dodging another curse Harry yelled, "Avada Kedavra!" It hit Sphinx below the knee and her lower leg was blown off. She screamed in anger and shot the Killing Curse at Harry. As Harry dived out of the way he could feel it ruffle his hair. Harry retaliated with Avada Kedavra. It hit her on the nose, which started to bleed profusely. She was knocked off her one good foot and Harry took the time to yell, out the Furnunculus curse.
Through the blood that was running down her face she yelled, "Avada Kedavra!" again. This time Harry wasn't so lucky, and he was knocked into the wall with his foot off. Harry uneasily hopped back into the center of the room and yelled "Avada Kedavra" again, aiming at Sphinx's face. She dodged it, but fell to the ground from loosing balance. Harry quickly yelled, "Avada Kedavra" again and this time it hit her in the face. Her head flopped onto the ground, her nose still bleeding on the floor. Harry stood there panting for a moment before reattaching his foot and limping over to where Sphinx had fallen. As he reached down to turn Sphinx over she grabbed his wrist and flipped him over on his back. Before Harry could get up she picked up her wand and pointed it at Harry's head.
"Stupe-" Before she could finish the incantation Harry had knocked her off of her feet again. Harry rolled off of his back and stood up, scooping his wand into his hand. Before Sphinx could do anything, like picking up her wand, Harry bellowed, "Stupefy!" It hit her on her blood-covered head and she lapsed into unconsciousness.
Harry didn't even bother checking for Sphinx being unconscious, he knew already. Sarge seemed to know.
"Very good 97," she said, walking forward. "Now revive her." Harry muttered, "Enervate." Sphinx's eyes popped open and she immediately went for her wand.
"It's too late Sphinx, you've lost," Sarge said before Sphinx could reach her wand. "Now heal yourself so you can see the rest of the people waiting in line."
"Yes Sarge," Sphinx said weakly. Harry was confused, he had won, but Sphinx was seeing the rest of the people. Sarge seemed to know this and she said, "Sphinx is going to see the rest of the agents to see if anyone else can beat her. If someone else does beat her you and the other winner will duel. If no one beats her than you are the new Master of Dueling."
Harry nodded.
"You can go rest now," Sarge continued. "You will be notified when the rest of the dueling is finished." Harry walked through the door where about 20 more people were still waiting. Harry tried to keep a straight face as he walked back to the Food Court, where he had agreed to meet everyone once he was done.
Harry was startled to see Max sitting at the farthest table with her head in her hands. Sean was sitting with her.
"Max what's wrong?" Harry asked, sitting down in the chair across from her.
"I-sob- didn't win," she said. "I got pummeled in the sword fighting. That stupid prat beat me!"
"Max, don't worry about it," Sean said. "There'll be other Transfers…"
"I know," Max sobbed. Suddenly Ivy came bounding up to the table, a big grin on her face.
"I beat him!" Ivy squealed. "I might be the new Fighting Master!" Max shot Ivy an angry look and started crying again.
"Oh, I'm sorry Max," Ivy said.
"Forget about it," Max said. "Harry how did it go for you?"
"I beat her," Harry said. Sean's mouth dropped open.
"You beat Sphinx?" He gasped. "She's been Dueling Master since she was 14! No one has ever beaten her."
"So, you're the Dueling Master now?" Ivy said eagerly.
"Unless someone else gets past Sphinx and I lose to him or her."
"Hey! Everyone guess what!" Will and Angelina bounded up to the table. "Angelina is the Master of Language."
"Thanks to Harry," Angelina said. "I am so glad that you helped me with the Parseltongue."
"It's no big deal," Harry said sheepishly.
"Yes it is! I won by one language," Angelina said.
"Will, how did the Master of Intelligence go?" Sean asked.
"I might have the job," Will said. "Except one more person beat the current Master of Intelligence. Sphinx got past, and now Sarge is in deliberation with the Master of Intelligence to see who should become the new Master."
"I hope you get it," Max said. "At least you did better than I did."
"Don't worry about that, loads of other people sucked too," Will said. Max gave a weak chuckle.
"Will all of the agents who beat a master, please report to Sarge's office immediately," said a voice that echoed off of the walls of the Food court. All but Max and Sean got up and Molecularized with a small ping.
"You are all here because you are the finest agents we have," said Sphinx to everyone in the room. "You have beat our former best and have proved yourselves. Now, I know that two of you tried out for the position of Master of Intelligence and we have decided that both of you will be Intelligence Masters. Now, here are some new supplies." Sarge reached into her desk and pulled out several things that looked like golden cell-phones.
"These are special communicators," Sphinx said. "Unlike your earpieces these have a wider range. You can get more privacy with these as well. Tomorrow there is a meeting of the Masters so you will be able to find out more about your new positions. You are now dismissed."
Harry was so happy that he couldn't control himself and a smile spread onto his face as he went to his house.
~*~
Date: September 29th.
Sarge used Telekinesis to open the two giant oak doors and into the large hall full of children. She was wearing a short, black, leather, woman's business suit like always and her cloak swished behind her as she walked through the tables toward the Teacher's table. She had been notified by the Headmaster of this school that they had been receiving death threats from Voldemort and his supporters. She readjusted her glasses as she neared the table and she could feel the students staring at her. She saw a woman with black hair pulled tight into a bun look at her with distaste. It wasn't Sarge's fault that these people didn't approve of her wild dark brown hair that was sticking up everywhere.
"Albus Dumbledore," she said to the headmaster. "I am Sarge with the Order of the Phoenix."
"Ah yes," said the headmaster, standing up and shaking her hand. "You are here to talk about sending a few of your agents here to protect the students."
"Yes Mr. Dumbledore," Sarge said. "Now, if you would follow me I would like to talk to you in private."
"Of course, of course," said Dumbledore, leading Sarge out of the Great Hall and to his office. Sarge noticed a phoenix sitting on a perch by the door.
"So I understand that you have been receiving threats," Sarge said, sitting down across from Dumbledore.
"Yex, unfortunately." Dumbledore said grimly. "They started on the first day back…" Dumbledore pulled open a drawer and pulled out a letter.
"You are aware of the two students that we lost two years ago?"
"Vaguely," Sarge said.
"We got this letter on the anniversary of their deaths," Dumbledore said. "Then we got this one."
After we take Hogwarts we will conquer the world. No one will stop us, especially a crooked-nosed, Muggle-loving, old man like you.
Sarge glanced over the rest of these letters before saying, "This started just this year?"
"Yes," Dumbledore replied. "And I'm sure you can see why I am worried."
"I can," Sarge replied. "We will send some of our best agents over here on Halloween."
"About how many agents are there going to be?" Dumbledore asked.
"I do not know yet, I just know that there will be a few of the Masters," Sarge started to tick of names on her fingers. "Let me see… Masters of Intelligence, Master of Language, Fighting Master, Combat Master, oh! And of course the Dueling Master."