Hello everybody, and welcome to my humble little story. I hope you enjoy
reading it. I'm sorry for taking such a long time to update (to those who
really care whether I do or not). I have no excuses except for.I was busy.
I hate exams. Anyway, thanx to StarMage who alerted me to my abandoned
story. THANK YOU!!!
I had almost forgot about it cause my friends came back from Saudi Arabia after living there for 3 and a half years, so it would good to see them for the first time in 3 years. Anyway, we had fun catching up.
I've read through book five and have decided to use some of the ideas in there but not in the same context if you know what I mean. If that made any sense whatsoever. Hmmm. I hope you have fun reading, and tell me whether anything is too confusing or doesn't make sense, as many things I say don't. Neeways.on with the fic!
CHAPTER TWO
'Oh God,' James thought to himself. 'This is not what I expected to be doing 5 years ago.' A harsh whisper penetrated his thoughts.
"Be ready Harris," the man repeated. "It's not like we have a long time to do this. The timing must be perfect." James looked at him strangely.
"You think that I don't know that?" The man sighed and looked at him exasperatingly. "C'mon, we have 2 and a half hours Johnson, that's plenty of time. I'll be ready."
Johnson just looked at him for a long moment before responding. "Alright, but we might have to move out ahead of schedule. The message said to be prepared for anything, including surprise attacks. They didn't know how everything will turn out, so have."
"Constant vigilance, I know, I know. Geez, you sound just like one of my old professors." He paused, thinking about what condition 'Professor Moody' was the last time he saw him. "It's spooky; he used those words too."
The older man just looked at him for a moment before climbing back into the helicopter to talk to the other members of the S.W.A.T. team. James watched him go, then turning back to watch the moon lowering beneath the clouds.
'The sun's almost up,' he thought. When was the last time he had just sat and watched the sun rise? Chuckling inwardly, he realized he couldn't remember. Oh, the irony. First he had been locked in a cupboard, and then he'd been occupied with trying to live to the end of the year. And finally, when he'd, in a way, been rid of the responsibility, he was too busy looking over his shoulder; waiting for somebody to recognize him. Even with now light brown hair and his scar covered up, he could still be identified.
He pondered his current situation for a while. Who would've thought that he and Jonnie would end up as part of a S.W.A.T. Team for special emergencies; Jonnie being the Team's Doctor along with the blonde Ronalds and he being the demolitions expert and resident spy.
'Guess those years of hiding in the shadows from the Dursley's finally paid off,' he thought. 'I never thought that I'd actually thank them for something.' A hand rested itself on his shoulder and he started, leaping up and drawing a pistol from his boot.
"For God's sake Jonnie," he scowled shaking his head. "Don't do that."
'Geez Harry,' he thought. 'You're day-dreaming. Nobody's snuck up on me like that for years.'
Jonnie ignored his brother and sat down beside him.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" he asked quietly, not expecting an answer. "You know," he continued, "I can never remember a time I've just watched the sunrise."
Jonnie watched his brother silently, looking at how the now fading moonlight illuminated his cheekbones and made his emerald eyes bright. His light brown hair also caught the light, making it shimmer and float as a warm summer breeze swept past them.
Jonnie decided to interrupt, seeing his brothers jeweled eyes float off to a shore of memories that he was sure he wouldn't like to sail to.*
"I'm really not sure about this. I mean, nobody knows anything about this supposed 'guy fulfilling his duty to society. And man, that owl was creepy. Who uses owls for delivering mail anyway? And when they tried to track it back to it's source, POOF, it's gone!" He looked at James, searching for a sign that he had even heard him.
Beside him, James let a small smile. What his brother would think if he knew that it was James himself sending the government the little tips about the new threat of a different type of terrorist. James had been torn with guilt, having the visions of plans in progress and being completely helpless.
Until the stories started.
Oh yes, the stories. There were tales of dangerous people in strange black clothes, that shot coloured light from their hands that when made contact, set your nerves on fire and sent ice to your brain, freezing your movements completely.
He remembered the first time they had crossed by him, in the debriefing room.
*FLASHBACK*
James and Jonnie sat in the debriefing room with the others, waiting for Johnson to arrive. There had been several attacks to multiple homes and office buildings, and they were there to analyze the attacks and try to find out the reasons behind it. James gritted his teeth in frustration. He knew exactly what was going on, but couldn't tell anybody! Muggles hadn't a clue about magic or wizards.
And James hadn't given up magic. Oh no, magic bearers may have betrayed him, but magic in itself was.wonderful. No, no, he could never give it up. He had dyed Hedwig and used her for communicating with Remus, who sent him books about wandless magic. It had taken him almost five years of hard and intense work to finally be able to float a feather around the room without a wand; but it was worth it. Wandless magic entailed using magic in it's purest form, and it's hardest to control.
James was the one wizard in history (though these facts are unknown) who had attempted wandless magic and succeeded, without the aid of a Founders blood. Only the Founders and their ancestors could use wandless magic. In theory only of course, for hadn't James mastered it? But wasn't that what made James so special? He had none of the Founders blood running through his veins, had no special powers.he was a normal wizard in all respects except for his spirit; it seems that you only need a strong will to learn to control your magic without a wand. Except it was harder without the blood; much harder. That's why it took him five years, after that, progress was easy.
James wanted to get home as soon as possible. He had just found a new section in his book on healing charms and he was just going to try them out when he and Jonnie got the call.
So now he was sitting in the debriefing room waiting for Johnson. He tapped his pen on his desk, drawing annoyed glances from around the room. Ronalds opened his mouth to snap at him, but closed it again when Johnson entered, so he settled for glaring at him.
"Okay people," he said, walking to the podium and standing behind it. "This is very different from all the attacks we've worked on before so listen up." Everybody in the room leaned forward, waiting.
Johnson looked at them and sighed, bowing his red head. "There were 3 survivors from the Shelbourne Street attack and 21 from the Berks Jewelry Store."
A man sitting at the far side of the table raised his hand. Johnson nodded at him and he spoke. "But what about the others. There were at least five more places that were attacked. What about the survivors there?"
The red- haired man shook his head. "There were no more survivors," he explained quietly, while the others looked on in horror and disbelief.
James lowered his head along with the others and there was a minute of silence.
Johnson continued. "One thing all the survivors agreed on is that they all think the attackers aren't human." He paused. "They all said they wore strange black clothes, like a cloak and that the could cause fire and pain and death by shooting coloured lights out of sticks in their hands. These strangers wore white masks except for one. He had," he looked back down at the folder he was holding and continued. "The face of the devil, with glowing red eyes and scales like a snake."
"When we got there," he continued falteringly, "there was a glowing black and green skull with a snake going through it's mouth floating in the sky."
They all looked up at him in amazement.except for one.
James looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes. He'd have to master the healing and war charms as soon as possible.
"It has begun," he whispered.
*END FLASHBACK*
At least now they would take his little tips seriously. And he could use he wandless magic and nobody would know that it was him doing it. It was almost perfect; apart from the fact that he was in the same room with wizards that could identify him at any second. It had never happened before, but then again he had never been seen before, always staying in the shadows and working in darkness.
But today he was in the frontal attack and there was one person there in the Death Eater ranks whose loyalty was going to be tested. A certain snarky potions master that James knew would recognize him no matter what his hair colour. And he didn't know whether Snape thought he was guilty or not. Oh well, he could only wait and see.
He and Jonnie must have been sitting a long time because Johnson walked up to them and tapped them on the shoulders.
"It's time," he said. "Lets go."
....................................
Well, this one is done. And the next one will be soon, I promise. I know that cause I can barely walk so I'll have a long time at the computer. Don't ask, believe me, you don't want to know. * Also, sorry bout that line, it was corny I know, and tell me if it was too sickening and then I'll change it. Anyway, please read and review!
Stoofie signing off.
I had almost forgot about it cause my friends came back from Saudi Arabia after living there for 3 and a half years, so it would good to see them for the first time in 3 years. Anyway, we had fun catching up.
I've read through book five and have decided to use some of the ideas in there but not in the same context if you know what I mean. If that made any sense whatsoever. Hmmm. I hope you have fun reading, and tell me whether anything is too confusing or doesn't make sense, as many things I say don't. Neeways.on with the fic!
CHAPTER TWO
'Oh God,' James thought to himself. 'This is not what I expected to be doing 5 years ago.' A harsh whisper penetrated his thoughts.
"Be ready Harris," the man repeated. "It's not like we have a long time to do this. The timing must be perfect." James looked at him strangely.
"You think that I don't know that?" The man sighed and looked at him exasperatingly. "C'mon, we have 2 and a half hours Johnson, that's plenty of time. I'll be ready."
Johnson just looked at him for a long moment before responding. "Alright, but we might have to move out ahead of schedule. The message said to be prepared for anything, including surprise attacks. They didn't know how everything will turn out, so have."
"Constant vigilance, I know, I know. Geez, you sound just like one of my old professors." He paused, thinking about what condition 'Professor Moody' was the last time he saw him. "It's spooky; he used those words too."
The older man just looked at him for a moment before climbing back into the helicopter to talk to the other members of the S.W.A.T. team. James watched him go, then turning back to watch the moon lowering beneath the clouds.
'The sun's almost up,' he thought. When was the last time he had just sat and watched the sun rise? Chuckling inwardly, he realized he couldn't remember. Oh, the irony. First he had been locked in a cupboard, and then he'd been occupied with trying to live to the end of the year. And finally, when he'd, in a way, been rid of the responsibility, he was too busy looking over his shoulder; waiting for somebody to recognize him. Even with now light brown hair and his scar covered up, he could still be identified.
He pondered his current situation for a while. Who would've thought that he and Jonnie would end up as part of a S.W.A.T. Team for special emergencies; Jonnie being the Team's Doctor along with the blonde Ronalds and he being the demolitions expert and resident spy.
'Guess those years of hiding in the shadows from the Dursley's finally paid off,' he thought. 'I never thought that I'd actually thank them for something.' A hand rested itself on his shoulder and he started, leaping up and drawing a pistol from his boot.
"For God's sake Jonnie," he scowled shaking his head. "Don't do that."
'Geez Harry,' he thought. 'You're day-dreaming. Nobody's snuck up on me like that for years.'
Jonnie ignored his brother and sat down beside him.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" he asked quietly, not expecting an answer. "You know," he continued, "I can never remember a time I've just watched the sunrise."
Jonnie watched his brother silently, looking at how the now fading moonlight illuminated his cheekbones and made his emerald eyes bright. His light brown hair also caught the light, making it shimmer and float as a warm summer breeze swept past them.
Jonnie decided to interrupt, seeing his brothers jeweled eyes float off to a shore of memories that he was sure he wouldn't like to sail to.*
"I'm really not sure about this. I mean, nobody knows anything about this supposed 'guy fulfilling his duty to society. And man, that owl was creepy. Who uses owls for delivering mail anyway? And when they tried to track it back to it's source, POOF, it's gone!" He looked at James, searching for a sign that he had even heard him.
Beside him, James let a small smile. What his brother would think if he knew that it was James himself sending the government the little tips about the new threat of a different type of terrorist. James had been torn with guilt, having the visions of plans in progress and being completely helpless.
Until the stories started.
Oh yes, the stories. There were tales of dangerous people in strange black clothes, that shot coloured light from their hands that when made contact, set your nerves on fire and sent ice to your brain, freezing your movements completely.
He remembered the first time they had crossed by him, in the debriefing room.
*FLASHBACK*
James and Jonnie sat in the debriefing room with the others, waiting for Johnson to arrive. There had been several attacks to multiple homes and office buildings, and they were there to analyze the attacks and try to find out the reasons behind it. James gritted his teeth in frustration. He knew exactly what was going on, but couldn't tell anybody! Muggles hadn't a clue about magic or wizards.
And James hadn't given up magic. Oh no, magic bearers may have betrayed him, but magic in itself was.wonderful. No, no, he could never give it up. He had dyed Hedwig and used her for communicating with Remus, who sent him books about wandless magic. It had taken him almost five years of hard and intense work to finally be able to float a feather around the room without a wand; but it was worth it. Wandless magic entailed using magic in it's purest form, and it's hardest to control.
James was the one wizard in history (though these facts are unknown) who had attempted wandless magic and succeeded, without the aid of a Founders blood. Only the Founders and their ancestors could use wandless magic. In theory only of course, for hadn't James mastered it? But wasn't that what made James so special? He had none of the Founders blood running through his veins, had no special powers.he was a normal wizard in all respects except for his spirit; it seems that you only need a strong will to learn to control your magic without a wand. Except it was harder without the blood; much harder. That's why it took him five years, after that, progress was easy.
James wanted to get home as soon as possible. He had just found a new section in his book on healing charms and he was just going to try them out when he and Jonnie got the call.
So now he was sitting in the debriefing room waiting for Johnson. He tapped his pen on his desk, drawing annoyed glances from around the room. Ronalds opened his mouth to snap at him, but closed it again when Johnson entered, so he settled for glaring at him.
"Okay people," he said, walking to the podium and standing behind it. "This is very different from all the attacks we've worked on before so listen up." Everybody in the room leaned forward, waiting.
Johnson looked at them and sighed, bowing his red head. "There were 3 survivors from the Shelbourne Street attack and 21 from the Berks Jewelry Store."
A man sitting at the far side of the table raised his hand. Johnson nodded at him and he spoke. "But what about the others. There were at least five more places that were attacked. What about the survivors there?"
The red- haired man shook his head. "There were no more survivors," he explained quietly, while the others looked on in horror and disbelief.
James lowered his head along with the others and there was a minute of silence.
Johnson continued. "One thing all the survivors agreed on is that they all think the attackers aren't human." He paused. "They all said they wore strange black clothes, like a cloak and that the could cause fire and pain and death by shooting coloured lights out of sticks in their hands. These strangers wore white masks except for one. He had," he looked back down at the folder he was holding and continued. "The face of the devil, with glowing red eyes and scales like a snake."
"When we got there," he continued falteringly, "there was a glowing black and green skull with a snake going through it's mouth floating in the sky."
They all looked up at him in amazement.except for one.
James looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes. He'd have to master the healing and war charms as soon as possible.
"It has begun," he whispered.
*END FLASHBACK*
At least now they would take his little tips seriously. And he could use he wandless magic and nobody would know that it was him doing it. It was almost perfect; apart from the fact that he was in the same room with wizards that could identify him at any second. It had never happened before, but then again he had never been seen before, always staying in the shadows and working in darkness.
But today he was in the frontal attack and there was one person there in the Death Eater ranks whose loyalty was going to be tested. A certain snarky potions master that James knew would recognize him no matter what his hair colour. And he didn't know whether Snape thought he was guilty or not. Oh well, he could only wait and see.
He and Jonnie must have been sitting a long time because Johnson walked up to them and tapped them on the shoulders.
"It's time," he said. "Lets go."
....................................
Well, this one is done. And the next one will be soon, I promise. I know that cause I can barely walk so I'll have a long time at the computer. Don't ask, believe me, you don't want to know. * Also, sorry bout that line, it was corny I know, and tell me if it was too sickening and then I'll change it. Anyway, please read and review!
Stoofie signing off.