THE INCIDENT...
As the course of history constant unfolds, certain events happen, certain events that cause the coil to break. This is one such event. ******** The snow gently floated down through the turrets of the castle. Past the gaping windows, their glass fogged over. Down, down, past the hunched trees of a great forest. Past the smoking chimney of a cosy cabin. Past the hulk of a trudging figure. Until it fell against the warm stone steps of a great oak door. Voices could be heard from within. This was Hogwarts, a school for Witches and Wizards, if you believe in that sort of tot. ********* One would have the impression that this was a marvellously calm and peaceful castle. One would be quite right, well usually anyway. There was, however, a figure in a massive woollen coat, gloves and hat crouched just inside the perimeters. It was under the protection of a great pine tree, heavy with snow. It lay on its stomach, something clutched in its hands. Something that the wizard world had never really seen before. Something new, something wonderful, something very, very dangerous. A sniper rifle.
I'm sure you're all aware of the story of one Harry Potter, this is not what this is about however. This is a story of how Harry pissed off the wrong people and how the wrong people decided to have him whacked. You see when Harry was constantly stopping evil he was stepping on all types of steel capped toes.
It all started when Harry lost his first Quidditch match in third grade. The Hogsmead division of the Wizard Mafia had had good money on that game. The WM's had borrowed that good money from a very helpful Russian, in good trust of course. But unfortunately for them it turned out he was from the Russian Mafia. And the Russian's weren't pleased. They kindly asked for their money back, but weren't satisfied with their reply. A very nasty incident followed, needless to say a lot of window cleaner was used. Word of the incident wound its way back to the head Don in St Petersberg, Don Von Bon Jovi. "VHAT?? VHAT DO YOU MEAN THE BASTARDS DIDN'T PAY?" he spluttered at his right hand man. "There seems to have been some sort of mix up, they are very sorry though." the right hand man replied calmly. "I SHOULD THINK SO!! IT'S MY LIFE, AND IT'S NOW OR NEVER, AND I WANT MY FUCKING MONEY!!!" screamed Bon Jovi. "Yes sir, I'll call the agency, get them to send in a debt collector.' The right Hand Man turned for the door. "And get the little shit who threw the game whacked..." "Oh yes sir, of course sir."
And so Harry Potter became the unwitting target of an International Crime Syndicate. Could they succeed in killing Harry, where the greatest evil lord of modern times had failed? Of course, this is professional hitmen we're talking about.
As the course of history constant unfolds, certain events happen, certain events that cause the coil to break. This is one such event. ******** The snow gently floated down through the turrets of the castle. Past the gaping windows, their glass fogged over. Down, down, past the hunched trees of a great forest. Past the smoking chimney of a cosy cabin. Past the hulk of a trudging figure. Until it fell against the warm stone steps of a great oak door. Voices could be heard from within. This was Hogwarts, a school for Witches and Wizards, if you believe in that sort of tot. ********* One would have the impression that this was a marvellously calm and peaceful castle. One would be quite right, well usually anyway. There was, however, a figure in a massive woollen coat, gloves and hat crouched just inside the perimeters. It was under the protection of a great pine tree, heavy with snow. It lay on its stomach, something clutched in its hands. Something that the wizard world had never really seen before. Something new, something wonderful, something very, very dangerous. A sniper rifle.
I'm sure you're all aware of the story of one Harry Potter, this is not what this is about however. This is a story of how Harry pissed off the wrong people and how the wrong people decided to have him whacked. You see when Harry was constantly stopping evil he was stepping on all types of steel capped toes.
It all started when Harry lost his first Quidditch match in third grade. The Hogsmead division of the Wizard Mafia had had good money on that game. The WM's had borrowed that good money from a very helpful Russian, in good trust of course. But unfortunately for them it turned out he was from the Russian Mafia. And the Russian's weren't pleased. They kindly asked for their money back, but weren't satisfied with their reply. A very nasty incident followed, needless to say a lot of window cleaner was used. Word of the incident wound its way back to the head Don in St Petersberg, Don Von Bon Jovi. "VHAT?? VHAT DO YOU MEAN THE BASTARDS DIDN'T PAY?" he spluttered at his right hand man. "There seems to have been some sort of mix up, they are very sorry though." the right hand man replied calmly. "I SHOULD THINK SO!! IT'S MY LIFE, AND IT'S NOW OR NEVER, AND I WANT MY FUCKING MONEY!!!" screamed Bon Jovi. "Yes sir, I'll call the agency, get them to send in a debt collector.' The right Hand Man turned for the door. "And get the little shit who threw the game whacked..." "Oh yes sir, of course sir."
And so Harry Potter became the unwitting target of an International Crime Syndicate. Could they succeed in killing Harry, where the greatest evil lord of modern times had failed? Of course, this is professional hitmen we're talking about.