Chapter 13: The First Mission : CIA Part 3
Harry and Mike took their time getting to their class. They had plently of time. Like Hogwarts, you usually had time in between classes. Over several months have passed. Harry had advanced unbelievably fast and could now fight better than almost everyone in the class. He and Mike were the best in every single class. During those several months, Harry had developed a growing affinity to books. He supposed he was growing off of Mike, who loved to learn, but feared that he was turning into another Hermione.
With the Weasley family, things were not going that greatly. Harry had been missing for three months now. Sirius was frantic, and the rest of the Weasleys weren't any better. They had come to love Harry in the last few years and had practically adopted him. Hermione was out of her mind with worry, and so were Ron and Ginny. She had grown over her schoolgirl crush over Harry and was now a great friend, just like Ron and Hermione. Mrs. Weasley was frantic. Everytime someone called at the fireplace or Arthur Weasley came home, she would run in from the kitchen or whereever she was and inquire for information about Harry. Each day, it was the same, "No we haven't heard anything about Harry. All we can do is wait and pray."
All the way at the CIA headquarters, Harry knew nothing about this. He had made a special trip to Diagon Alley with Mike, in disguise of course, and had bought Mike a snowy owl, just like Hedwig, and had also got him a wand. Harry supposed that since he had done magic over the past few days and had gotten no reprimand from the ministry (he supposed that they stopped tracking him after he was expelled), it wouldn't hurt for Mike to have a wand, and they had got him one, an unusual wand which had three cores of four magical animals: unicorn hair, dragon heartstring, phoenix feather, and gryphon claw. Harry had found that his wand needed an upgrade, and Mr. Ollivander had been especially surprised when it chose to change its core to the same four animals of Mike's wand. The phoenix feather was still from Fawkes though.
Harry wondered when he was going to go on his first mission. He knew that since he and Mike were the brightest and the best students in the classes, they would be the first they would consider for missions. Meanwhile, he contented himself with reading the tons of books he had gotten in the last trip to Diagon Alley. Mike would read also, since Harry had brought him up to speed on the last four years of his magical education. Now, they would sit around the fire each night sharing knowledge that they had gained during the day.
The two had learned many new things. For instance, Harry and Mike had both found that they had five similar animagus forms: a gryphon, a dragon, a unicorn, a phoenix, and a basilisk. They had learned from books how to become all five of them at will. It had hurt a lot in the beginning and had taken lots of patience, but now they were rewarded at having the ability to change into those five at will, although it was scary with the basilisk, since it could kill with its stare. It was uncanny how Mike and Harry both seemed to have the same abilities. Both could see what Voldemort was doing for instance. They had sent a few anonymous letters to the Ministry of Magic warning them of Voldemort attacks. Whether the tips were used, they didn't know.
Then one day, the day came for the two to go on there first missions. They had been informed half an hour earlier and were expected to leave in an hour. As Mike said, "Man, they give us short notice."
"Did they give us any information?" Harry asked.
"Yeah. We're supposed to go in and rescue the foreign minister of France. Wonder what happened to him." Mike answered. They started towards their awaiting transport, a sleek ship that seemed to be top class. "We sure get cool transportation though." Harry agreed with Mike. Even he, who couldn't tell the difference between different sort of planes, could tell that it was fast, and cool-looking. It was polished and shone silver, and it was curved so it was perfectly aerodynamic. "But they don't use this for normal missions. It must be more important than I thought."
"The universe holds many secrets," Harry quoted. Then, they stepped towards the transport. Harry had a strange feeling, like something was going to happen on this mission, something big. From years of experience, Harry knew that he shouldn't ignore his feelings. He pulled Mike aside and told him what he felt.
"Something big is going to happen," he warned Mike.
"Really? How do you know that? You aren't a true seer right?"
"Nope," Harry said and pretended to throw up. He remembered Professor Trelawney from Hogwarts. "It's just this feeling I have sometimes."
"I don't know, Harry," Mike said unsure. "Just hold onto your feeling. Nothing seems wrong, but we can't underestimate the enemy." Harry agreed and they walked into the plane.
After a smooth plane ride, the duo was currently standing outside of the Iraq Postal Office. They had learned through contacts the the minister was currently being held in this shack.
"This is their postal office?" Mike questioned incredulously. Harry nodded. Having nothing better to do, they walked in. Harry quickly took everything in. In the corner of the dusty room, there was a counter with a man reading a magazine sitting behind it. He looked up as the duo approached. Harry had luckily learned the man's language and conversed fluently with him. Mike sat back and listened to the conversation, eyes flitting around the room, taking everything in. There was something about this place that just wasn't right to Mike. Harry had noticed it too and raised an eyebrow at him while the old man at the counter was distracted. Mike returned the look as Harry turned his attention back to the man, who had a name tag that said Ambisdah.
"Well, Ambisdah," Harry said, glancing at the man's tag. "It was nice meeting you. We'll be sure to go on that tour you recommended of the state buil..." At this point, Harry's vision started to grow blurry. "Fuck..." he said as he started to faint. Ambisdah faded out of view. Harry felt himself falling, falling, and falling. Then, suddenly, he was thrown forward roughly and he felt as if he had just traveled by Floo Powder. He felt the bridge of his glasses break and, despite the situation he was in, he sighed. Now he needed more Spellotape for his glasses. All of that was forgotten when he looked up.
"Well, well, well," said a man. "Who do we have here?"
I think this is my first cliffhanger. Anyway, I've finally got to the magic part. Please R&R!