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CHAPTER 2
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The Ministry of Magic
Alyn could never really remember what he did for the rest of the day, he just knew that he flew a lot. He didn't really know where, but he knew that early in the evening, about 5 o' clock, he arrived at the entrance to Diagon Alley with a sense of duty.
Climbing off his broom, he stared at the bricks, trying to remember which one his father had told him to tap with his wand. It had been a year ago since he had come here last.
He was about to simply guess, when a voice behind him said, "Three up, Two over."
Alyn jumped slightly, turning around to see a short man in a blue cloak standing directly behind him. "Tap the brick that's two up and three over!" said the man again, impatiently waving his cane at one of the bricks, almost taking Alyn's eye out.
Raising his wand, Alyn tapped the indicated brick, hoping he'd gotten the right one. The wall creaked ominously, and then parted to reveal a doorway into the crowded alleyway. Sighing in relief, he started down the cobblestones, headed for Gringott's Wizarding Bank.
Gringott's wasn't so much a bank anymore as a headquarters for the Ministry of Magic. And odd galleon or sickle was stored there occasionally, but most people hadn't any money to store, and those who did preferred to keep it in the equal safety of their homes, rather than go to the trouble of having to go to London every time they wanted a knut or sickle.
The grandeur that had resided inside those marble door thirty years ago was by now gone, the last good cleaning looked to have been done several decades ago. Desks littered the floor, scattered here and there, behind which frazzled ministry employees tried to figure out the amount of muggles who knew about magic and needed to forget they ever had known. Not that anyone really cared about most of what the ministry did, since Voldemort had come to power. Now witches and wizards were mostly interested in the Magical People casualties department, toward which Alyn headed.
The Magical People Casualties department was granted a full three desks, and it's workers seemed to be the most frazzled of all. The department had been nicknamed You-Know-Who's Reporters, and since the only casualties that every happened were caused by Voldemort, the name was quite descriptive.
Alyn walked up to a tired looking wizard with gray-streaked hair. "I'd like to report-"
"Yes, yes, that's good -er... bad- or whatever.... Just fill this form out!" The wizard slapped a sheet of paper and a pencil onto the desk in front of him without even glancing up.
Feeling a bit neglected, Alyn looked around for a hard surface to write on. Seeing nowhere, he tried to make do with his leg. He wasn't making much progress at trying to write and feeling rather stupid in the bargain when someone tapped his shoulder.
He looked up into the greenest pair of eyes he had every seen. The eyes where framed by a face, which was framed by long, furiously curly brown hair. "Here," the whoever she was said, handing him a battered clipboard with the faded initials S.P.E.W.
Spew? He thought. He didn't realize he had spoken out loud until she answered him. "It was my mother's. Stands for Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare."
Alyn just stared at her. "You don't know my mother," she said. "Hermione Granger. Quite a character, my mother. She thought the house-elves were being mistreated. My names Ivy Granger. Pleased to meet you... although I guess not under very happy circumstances," she added, catching sight of the form.
"No." Alyn said shortly. Then, more cheerfully: "I'm Alyn Brown."
"Brown?" Ivy asked, looking rather surprised. "You aren't related to Jessica Brown, are you?"
Alyn glanced at the form in his hand. "She was my sister," he told her quietly.
"Was?" asked Ivy, glancing at the still unfilled-out sheet in his hands. "She didn't..."
"Voldemort came," he told her. "This morning.... Or maybe last night. I don't really know..." his voice trailed off, then he added, "I just came back... and the house was on fire, and Mom and Dad were... you know... and so was... so was Jessica."
Ivy leaned against a desk, the blood rushing out of her face. "So one of us finally got caught," she whispered to herself. "And it was Ivy..."
"How did you know her?" Alyn asked.
Ivy glanced around. "This isn't the place. I can tell you everything, but not here, and you still have to fill out that form. Can you meet me here, in front of Gringotts, at 6 o'clock?"
Alyn nodded, and turned back to filling out the form. When he looked back up, Ivy was gone.
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CHAPTER 2
~
The Ministry of Magic
Alyn could never really remember what he did for the rest of the day, he just knew that he flew a lot. He didn't really know where, but he knew that early in the evening, about 5 o' clock, he arrived at the entrance to Diagon Alley with a sense of duty.
Climbing off his broom, he stared at the bricks, trying to remember which one his father had told him to tap with his wand. It had been a year ago since he had come here last.
He was about to simply guess, when a voice behind him said, "Three up, Two over."
Alyn jumped slightly, turning around to see a short man in a blue cloak standing directly behind him. "Tap the brick that's two up and three over!" said the man again, impatiently waving his cane at one of the bricks, almost taking Alyn's eye out.
Raising his wand, Alyn tapped the indicated brick, hoping he'd gotten the right one. The wall creaked ominously, and then parted to reveal a doorway into the crowded alleyway. Sighing in relief, he started down the cobblestones, headed for Gringott's Wizarding Bank.
Gringott's wasn't so much a bank anymore as a headquarters for the Ministry of Magic. And odd galleon or sickle was stored there occasionally, but most people hadn't any money to store, and those who did preferred to keep it in the equal safety of their homes, rather than go to the trouble of having to go to London every time they wanted a knut or sickle.
The grandeur that had resided inside those marble door thirty years ago was by now gone, the last good cleaning looked to have been done several decades ago. Desks littered the floor, scattered here and there, behind which frazzled ministry employees tried to figure out the amount of muggles who knew about magic and needed to forget they ever had known. Not that anyone really cared about most of what the ministry did, since Voldemort had come to power. Now witches and wizards were mostly interested in the Magical People casualties department, toward which Alyn headed.
The Magical People Casualties department was granted a full three desks, and it's workers seemed to be the most frazzled of all. The department had been nicknamed You-Know-Who's Reporters, and since the only casualties that every happened were caused by Voldemort, the name was quite descriptive.
Alyn walked up to a tired looking wizard with gray-streaked hair. "I'd like to report-"
"Yes, yes, that's good -er... bad- or whatever.... Just fill this form out!" The wizard slapped a sheet of paper and a pencil onto the desk in front of him without even glancing up.
Feeling a bit neglected, Alyn looked around for a hard surface to write on. Seeing nowhere, he tried to make do with his leg. He wasn't making much progress at trying to write and feeling rather stupid in the bargain when someone tapped his shoulder.
He looked up into the greenest pair of eyes he had every seen. The eyes where framed by a face, which was framed by long, furiously curly brown hair. "Here," the whoever she was said, handing him a battered clipboard with the faded initials S.P.E.W.
Spew? He thought. He didn't realize he had spoken out loud until she answered him. "It was my mother's. Stands for Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare."
Alyn just stared at her. "You don't know my mother," she said. "Hermione Granger. Quite a character, my mother. She thought the house-elves were being mistreated. My names Ivy Granger. Pleased to meet you... although I guess not under very happy circumstances," she added, catching sight of the form.
"No." Alyn said shortly. Then, more cheerfully: "I'm Alyn Brown."
"Brown?" Ivy asked, looking rather surprised. "You aren't related to Jessica Brown, are you?"
Alyn glanced at the form in his hand. "She was my sister," he told her quietly.
"Was?" asked Ivy, glancing at the still unfilled-out sheet in his hands. "She didn't..."
"Voldemort came," he told her. "This morning.... Or maybe last night. I don't really know..." his voice trailed off, then he added, "I just came back... and the house was on fire, and Mom and Dad were... you know... and so was... so was Jessica."
Ivy leaned against a desk, the blood rushing out of her face. "So one of us finally got caught," she whispered to herself. "And it was Ivy..."
"How did you know her?" Alyn asked.
Ivy glanced around. "This isn't the place. I can tell you everything, but not here, and you still have to fill out that form. Can you meet me here, in front of Gringotts, at 6 o'clock?"
Alyn nodded, and turned back to filling out the form. When he looked back up, Ivy was gone.
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