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Chapter 2: Newest Case
The buildings of the city towered above me. A drop of rain landed on my nose. It balanced there, my eyes crossed to watch it. I wiped it off, and then pulled my hood up to cover my head from the condensation.
The alley was lonely; I figured it was not a busy day, but something told me there was more to it than that. I crossed the street, which wasn't hard for the lack of cars. Peering down the sidewalk, I could see the hazy sun rising in the east. It was a blur, and I could only see the top of it, so I walked on towards it. The rain fell harder, and onto my hood, it splattered. Tears dropped from my eyes, like a little kid lost in a large park. I tried to wipe them away, but my arms stayed at my side, and my feet proceeded in walking forward.
A gust of wind blew my hood down, and the rain turned to hail that beat at my head. I followed the wind with my eyes, as it swirled around my body and pulled me into a float in the air. Lightning struck beside me, throwing me off into an alley. I was lifted again by the rain and the lightning struck all around me. The gust was like a force field, pushing the lightning away from me.
Everything stopped; the rain, the wind, the thunder. I lifted myself up and walked back into the main street. Row by row, black figures, cloaked in shades of gray, filed down the street on all sides of me. I glanced around me, as the gust returned and blew my hair in all directions. The strangers circled me, getting closer and closer, until the wind blew around me, keeping them back. The rain was tapping lightly, but I hadn't paid attention, for the strangers pushed up their ghostly hands and shot lightning bolts at me. I ducked, as they crossed over my head, in a rainbow of pain. Just when they began to drop their icy fingers, a large thin figure danced down the isle they created, heading towards me. I scooted myself back on the cold gravel, my eyes stretched open as his hood dropped and the horrible face was revealed.
I opened my eyes, sweat dropping from my hands and onto my blankets. I pulled off my covers and looked around me. I was in the same apartment I had been in for years, and the silence remained. Nothing in the home stirred, it was oh so silent.
I ran to my window and peeked out. There was a light breeze, but nothing too harsh. There was no rain, and no thunder, and definitely no black figures. Feeling relieved, I climbed back into my bed and closed my eyes.
But that night, sleep did not reach me. Early in the morning, I dressed myself and headed into the kitchen, restless. The coffee maker was in its normal place, so I grabbed a cup and took a couple sips before the phone began to ring.
"Hello?" I asked, putting down my cup.
"Ms. Potter, we have a class C case. We'll need you down here right away."
The fax beeped and out popped a map. I hung up the phone, and rushed out the door.
When I arrived at the location, I popped my head over the crowd of spectators and slipped my way through them. Beside a line of police tape, I spotted Kate Tridermis, someone I hadn't expected to be there. I waved to her through the muggles.
"Kate," I said, eyeing her.
"Parvati," she replied.
Silence filled the air, until I spoke up.
"So, what's going on?"
"Muggle neighbor discovered a wand in the house of Rob Mitchell, and then, later interesting in the case, being the nosey neighbor that she is, she peeked around his house and discovered a broom. Now she's suspecting him of being a witch. He claims they were Halloween costumes for his kids," she said, handing me some files, "only problem is that he doesn't have any. Seriously, we need to find a town for these stupid wizards. They don't belong in muggle cities if they're going to be so useless. Next we'll be having the king harassing us, the government is already taking this seriously."
"What's wrong with having a fake wand and a broom inside your house? Just say the broom is for cleaning…"
"Hold on, why would he have a Firebolt 2000 for cleaning? It doesn't look at all like a regular broom."
"Say it's an import?"
Kate giggled.
"What about the wand?" she asked.
"Hmm, I don't know. Didn't hear the passed a law against having a stick in your house."
"Me either."
"Well, I have to go, here's a muggle detective badge, use it if you have to. Just, get these crowd away from the house or they'll hang him for being a heretic," she said, handing me a few more files and the badge.
"Got it," I said, pushing them in my book bag. "Nice talking to you Kate."
"You too, Ms. Potter, you too."
I laid my book bag down beside the couch and jumped onto it, resting myself in the most comfortable position. I grabbed some left over coffee from my table and flicked on the muggle television. Nothing good was on, so I turned it off and stared up at the ceiling. I locked my eyes on a board and gazed at it for a few moments.
The phone rang again, so I ran to get it after letting it ring a couple times.
"Hello?" I said plainly.
"Hey Parvati."
"Hey Hermione," I said, recognizing the voice as my friend's.
"Anything new?" she asked.
"Got a new case. Quite stupid, but it could be dangerous if it gets out of hand."
"You don't sound to excited," she said with a giggle.
"Believe me, this is as exciting as getting a tooth pulled!" I said sarcastically.
"Oh, maybe it will turn into something big?" she said.
"Sometimes that's a good thing, and sometimes that's a bad thing. I'm not really sure which one it is now. I want something to take my mind off all this, but I don't want anything bad to happen to us."
"How could anything bad happen?" she queried.
"I don't know…" I replied.
The sun beat down on my exposed eyes. I pushed up my glasses and walked on. My book bag was heavy, stuffed with all the files on the case Kat had assigned me. I was beginning to wonder if she'd ever give me a case worth my time, and still to that day, she hadn't. Being part of the P.W.M.W. wasn't exactly my dream job, but I did care about the wizards living in muggle towns, I was one myself. When I was at Hogwarts, I had always wanted to play Quidditch; but with my coordination skills, it never happened. That's when I started to like Harry, the youngest player they had. He loved the game, and he was dedicated to it; the kind of thing that meant a lot to me when looking for that person. It wasn't until my sixth year, when Harry finally realized I was alive, and even then he didn't acre much for me. He had always thought I was just some shallow girl that only cared about my looks, but I guess we all have are insecurities, and Harry had noticed that.
The sun was getting dimmer, so I decided to head in. I had been out about town, looking for something that might have to do with my case, and after finding nothing, I decided to wander in the streets. Clouds were heading in, so I grabbed my stuff and walked toward my apartment.
Chapter 2: Newest Case
The buildings of the city towered above me. A drop of rain landed on my nose. It balanced there, my eyes crossed to watch it. I wiped it off, and then pulled my hood up to cover my head from the condensation.
The alley was lonely; I figured it was not a busy day, but something told me there was more to it than that. I crossed the street, which wasn't hard for the lack of cars. Peering down the sidewalk, I could see the hazy sun rising in the east. It was a blur, and I could only see the top of it, so I walked on towards it. The rain fell harder, and onto my hood, it splattered. Tears dropped from my eyes, like a little kid lost in a large park. I tried to wipe them away, but my arms stayed at my side, and my feet proceeded in walking forward.
A gust of wind blew my hood down, and the rain turned to hail that beat at my head. I followed the wind with my eyes, as it swirled around my body and pulled me into a float in the air. Lightning struck beside me, throwing me off into an alley. I was lifted again by the rain and the lightning struck all around me. The gust was like a force field, pushing the lightning away from me.
Everything stopped; the rain, the wind, the thunder. I lifted myself up and walked back into the main street. Row by row, black figures, cloaked in shades of gray, filed down the street on all sides of me. I glanced around me, as the gust returned and blew my hair in all directions. The strangers circled me, getting closer and closer, until the wind blew around me, keeping them back. The rain was tapping lightly, but I hadn't paid attention, for the strangers pushed up their ghostly hands and shot lightning bolts at me. I ducked, as they crossed over my head, in a rainbow of pain. Just when they began to drop their icy fingers, a large thin figure danced down the isle they created, heading towards me. I scooted myself back on the cold gravel, my eyes stretched open as his hood dropped and the horrible face was revealed.
I opened my eyes, sweat dropping from my hands and onto my blankets. I pulled off my covers and looked around me. I was in the same apartment I had been in for years, and the silence remained. Nothing in the home stirred, it was oh so silent.
I ran to my window and peeked out. There was a light breeze, but nothing too harsh. There was no rain, and no thunder, and definitely no black figures. Feeling relieved, I climbed back into my bed and closed my eyes.
But that night, sleep did not reach me. Early in the morning, I dressed myself and headed into the kitchen, restless. The coffee maker was in its normal place, so I grabbed a cup and took a couple sips before the phone began to ring.
"Hello?" I asked, putting down my cup.
"Ms. Potter, we have a class C case. We'll need you down here right away."
The fax beeped and out popped a map. I hung up the phone, and rushed out the door.
When I arrived at the location, I popped my head over the crowd of spectators and slipped my way through them. Beside a line of police tape, I spotted Kate Tridermis, someone I hadn't expected to be there. I waved to her through the muggles.
"Kate," I said, eyeing her.
"Parvati," she replied.
Silence filled the air, until I spoke up.
"So, what's going on?"
"Muggle neighbor discovered a wand in the house of Rob Mitchell, and then, later interesting in the case, being the nosey neighbor that she is, she peeked around his house and discovered a broom. Now she's suspecting him of being a witch. He claims they were Halloween costumes for his kids," she said, handing me some files, "only problem is that he doesn't have any. Seriously, we need to find a town for these stupid wizards. They don't belong in muggle cities if they're going to be so useless. Next we'll be having the king harassing us, the government is already taking this seriously."
"What's wrong with having a fake wand and a broom inside your house? Just say the broom is for cleaning…"
"Hold on, why would he have a Firebolt 2000 for cleaning? It doesn't look at all like a regular broom."
"Say it's an import?"
Kate giggled.
"What about the wand?" she asked.
"Hmm, I don't know. Didn't hear the passed a law against having a stick in your house."
"Me either."
"Well, I have to go, here's a muggle detective badge, use it if you have to. Just, get these crowd away from the house or they'll hang him for being a heretic," she said, handing me a few more files and the badge.
"Got it," I said, pushing them in my book bag. "Nice talking to you Kate."
"You too, Ms. Potter, you too."
I laid my book bag down beside the couch and jumped onto it, resting myself in the most comfortable position. I grabbed some left over coffee from my table and flicked on the muggle television. Nothing good was on, so I turned it off and stared up at the ceiling. I locked my eyes on a board and gazed at it for a few moments.
The phone rang again, so I ran to get it after letting it ring a couple times.
"Hello?" I said plainly.
"Hey Parvati."
"Hey Hermione," I said, recognizing the voice as my friend's.
"Anything new?" she asked.
"Got a new case. Quite stupid, but it could be dangerous if it gets out of hand."
"You don't sound to excited," she said with a giggle.
"Believe me, this is as exciting as getting a tooth pulled!" I said sarcastically.
"Oh, maybe it will turn into something big?" she said.
"Sometimes that's a good thing, and sometimes that's a bad thing. I'm not really sure which one it is now. I want something to take my mind off all this, but I don't want anything bad to happen to us."
"How could anything bad happen?" she queried.
"I don't know…" I replied.
The sun beat down on my exposed eyes. I pushed up my glasses and walked on. My book bag was heavy, stuffed with all the files on the case Kat had assigned me. I was beginning to wonder if she'd ever give me a case worth my time, and still to that day, she hadn't. Being part of the P.W.M.W. wasn't exactly my dream job, but I did care about the wizards living in muggle towns, I was one myself. When I was at Hogwarts, I had always wanted to play Quidditch; but with my coordination skills, it never happened. That's when I started to like Harry, the youngest player they had. He loved the game, and he was dedicated to it; the kind of thing that meant a lot to me when looking for that person. It wasn't until my sixth year, when Harry finally realized I was alive, and even then he didn't acre much for me. He had always thought I was just some shallow girl that only cared about my looks, but I guess we all have are insecurities, and Harry had noticed that.
The sun was getting dimmer, so I decided to head in. I had been out about town, looking for something that might have to do with my case, and after finding nothing, I decided to wander in the streets. Clouds were heading in, so I grabbed my stuff and walked toward my apartment.