CRISIS OF CONFIDENCE PART 1
Written by Helene Koopmans
Disclaimer: With the exception of Miss Sam Moore, Miss Verena Miller, Mister Alex Luxembourg, Tim, Hazel, and Erik Gaultier[1] non of the characters are mine. The magical world of Harry Potter and all its characters belong to J.K. Rowling and her publishers, I just borrowed it for fun. Mr. Rupert Giles belongs to the wonderfully creative Mr. Joss Whendon, Mutant Enemy etc. I do not intend to earn any money with this story at all, it is just a way of practising my writing. Please do not sue.
Note: Story shifts from present to past, all so-called flashback scenes are in italics to indicate the difference between flashback and present.
December 11 2002 Welsh country side just outside of Cardigan. 5.15 AM The two men carried the limp form of the boy-who-lived out of the shack Erik had hidden him in earlier that night. A Landrover Freelander was parked a little way off, out of sight. Rupert Giles opened the back door and together the two men were able to heave the young man inside. "God, he smells" Giles said as he got in behind the steering wheel. "Well, you will have enough time to clean him up, I have to go now. Good luck!" Erik Gaultier slammed the passenger seat door closed and walked away, back towards the shack. He was late already, and if he knew Snape as well as he thought he knew him he'd be in a right state if he did not show up in time. Inside the shack he uncovered a aluminium suitcase and a rucksack from underneath some hay. He opened the rucksack and took out a pair of black jeans, a v-neck long-sleeved black t-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was still wearing his evening wear and although it left a certain impression he felt that it would be a bit too much for on the road. After changing quickly he opened the suitcase which revealed a laptop computer, he took out the computer, removed some magazines and took out his wand and a handgun. He clicked the wand into a device inside his right jacket sleeve. Originally the device was designed to make a knife appear and disappear but he had slightly modified it. He put the gun in a shoulder-holster and made sure it would not be visible to the casual eye. When he thought it looked okay, he put the magazines and laptop back in place and looked at his watch. " Damn!" He only had an hour to catch the train towards Hogwarts but as it left from London and not from Wales he would never make it on time unless a miracle happened. As he had ran out of miracles a long time ago, the outlook was not too bright. Padding his coat for his mobile phone his mind raced at which other possibilities he had to get to his final destination. He got his phone out but just as he was about to dial the number its battery died. There was not a fire place near from which he might take a flowpowder-ride to London or somewhere near Hogwarts and he had never managed to get his apparating licence. Not so much because he could not do it but because he gravely disliked the whole idea of being split up into tiny little particles. Cursing himself he opened his suitcase again and put the phone in a recharger. Still muttering to himself for his lack of timing he left the shack and walked towards the tiny main road, perhaps he could at least get a ride to Cardiff, from there on it would not be too difficult to get to where he wanted to go. He would be late but, better late than never, he thought as he sat down on a fence and waited till a car would pass by.
6.45 AM The Freelander chased through the country side. Dawn was breaking and now and again little houses and farms flashed by, they were no longer in Wales but somewhere in the West Country heading down towards Cornwall. The young man in the back of the car had regained consciousness about fifteen minutes ago and said staring out of the window. He had not spoken yet and seemed to be angry at the fact that he was taken somewhere without being told by whom or why. ----------------------- [1] Though his personality and life is partly based on The Pretender and The Phantom of the Opera.
Written by Helene Koopmans
Disclaimer: With the exception of Miss Sam Moore, Miss Verena Miller, Mister Alex Luxembourg, Tim, Hazel, and Erik Gaultier[1] non of the characters are mine. The magical world of Harry Potter and all its characters belong to J.K. Rowling and her publishers, I just borrowed it for fun. Mr. Rupert Giles belongs to the wonderfully creative Mr. Joss Whendon, Mutant Enemy etc. I do not intend to earn any money with this story at all, it is just a way of practising my writing. Please do not sue.
Note: Story shifts from present to past, all so-called flashback scenes are in italics to indicate the difference between flashback and present.
December 11 2002 Welsh country side just outside of Cardigan. 5.15 AM The two men carried the limp form of the boy-who-lived out of the shack Erik had hidden him in earlier that night. A Landrover Freelander was parked a little way off, out of sight. Rupert Giles opened the back door and together the two men were able to heave the young man inside. "God, he smells" Giles said as he got in behind the steering wheel. "Well, you will have enough time to clean him up, I have to go now. Good luck!" Erik Gaultier slammed the passenger seat door closed and walked away, back towards the shack. He was late already, and if he knew Snape as well as he thought he knew him he'd be in a right state if he did not show up in time. Inside the shack he uncovered a aluminium suitcase and a rucksack from underneath some hay. He opened the rucksack and took out a pair of black jeans, a v-neck long-sleeved black t-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was still wearing his evening wear and although it left a certain impression he felt that it would be a bit too much for on the road. After changing quickly he opened the suitcase which revealed a laptop computer, he took out the computer, removed some magazines and took out his wand and a handgun. He clicked the wand into a device inside his right jacket sleeve. Originally the device was designed to make a knife appear and disappear but he had slightly modified it. He put the gun in a shoulder-holster and made sure it would not be visible to the casual eye. When he thought it looked okay, he put the magazines and laptop back in place and looked at his watch. " Damn!" He only had an hour to catch the train towards Hogwarts but as it left from London and not from Wales he would never make it on time unless a miracle happened. As he had ran out of miracles a long time ago, the outlook was not too bright. Padding his coat for his mobile phone his mind raced at which other possibilities he had to get to his final destination. He got his phone out but just as he was about to dial the number its battery died. There was not a fire place near from which he might take a flowpowder-ride to London or somewhere near Hogwarts and he had never managed to get his apparating licence. Not so much because he could not do it but because he gravely disliked the whole idea of being split up into tiny little particles. Cursing himself he opened his suitcase again and put the phone in a recharger. Still muttering to himself for his lack of timing he left the shack and walked towards the tiny main road, perhaps he could at least get a ride to Cardiff, from there on it would not be too difficult to get to where he wanted to go. He would be late but, better late than never, he thought as he sat down on a fence and waited till a car would pass by.
6.45 AM The Freelander chased through the country side. Dawn was breaking and now and again little houses and farms flashed by, they were no longer in Wales but somewhere in the West Country heading down towards Cornwall. The young man in the back of the car had regained consciousness about fifteen minutes ago and said staring out of the window. He had not spoken yet and seemed to be angry at the fact that he was taken somewhere without being told by whom or why. ----------------------- [1] Though his personality and life is partly based on The Pretender and The Phantom of the Opera.