Time Travel Mysteries of the Third Floor
Disclaimer: La La La La Laaaaaaa La.. That's pretty much all I own, except for this plot and several other characters.
Summary: Voldemort has gotten hold of some very valuable time turners, and now he's started murdering people in the past who are a problem. Harry Potter, the head of the division, is assigned on a very interesting mission. Can he protect the target when he doesn't even know who it is? MWPP Era.
Chapter 1: The New Assignment
Harry Potter paced back and forth over the office floor. Occasionally, he would pick up one of the picture frames placed on his superior's desk, stare at it for a moment, and then continue pacing. As he paced, his midnight-black robes swirled around him, giving him the look of a powerful wizard, which he was. In fact, Harry had seemed to possess a strange kind of . well; he didn't exactly know what it was. Glass would shatter when he was angry; he saw through invisibility cloaks, and of course the annoying swirling cloak deal.
Harry had no idea what this meeting was about. He had been called off an assignment in Egypt to "report back immediately". Someone else had been given his case.Smith, he thought. Some guy with a heavy American accent. Harry didn't know him very well.
Harry was head of the Department of Time Travel Law Enforcement. There weren't many people in his department because there weren't many people who owned time turners. Actually, his department focused more on Voldemort than anything else. Somehow, the Dark Lord and his supporters had gotten a hold of the fabled 'Orb of Time', which was being held in the Department of Mysteries before the Death Eaters found it. The newly formed department the Harry headed had been pulled together in case Voldemort decided to use his new toy.
So far, though, he hadn't done any real damage. He tried to get the Sorcerer's Stone, but that had been easy to stop. Almost too easy.
"Harry! How good to see you again! What're you in for?" asked Joe, a newly graduated Hogwarts student with highly exceptional grades. Better than Hermione, even. Joe worked in his department, second only to Harry (much to the disgust of some of the older arours). They were almost as close as Harry had been to Ron.
"Actually, Joe, I have absolutely no idea. How did the trip to the Ontario go?" asked Harry. Joe's sister lived in Canada.
"Smashing! Lula got a new mare. One of those South Dakotan prairie hippogriffs. Simply beautiful. How was your mission in Egypt?"
"Oh, they called me off before I could activate the orb," groaned Harry, "Almost made me break it too, what with that bloody Heron and all." Both men burst out laughing.
"Good evening, gentlemen. I'm overjoyed to see that you both showed up on time for once," greeted Arthur Weasley, the newly made Minister of Magic.
"Hello, Mr. both of us?" questioned Harry, giving Mr. Weasley a curious glance.
"Harry, for the last time, it's Arthur. And yes, both of you. I have a new assignment for you two." Harry and Joe were met with a hard stare from their redheaded elder. "You should know that Voldemort has changed his focus from changing events to.persons," he hesitated with the last word, giving Harry a pitying glance. Joe nodded, and so did Harry, although this was really news to him. He took a moment to wonder whether his last assignment had really been handed off to someone else, or just cancelled.
"We've received reports from undisclosed sources that one of the Dark Lord's supporters has recently activated the Orb near Scotland. Your mission is to stop him from destroying the target at all costs. All usual rules will apply. Remember, above all, you must not be seen! Especially you, Harry," Arthur finished. Strangely enough, there wasn't a hint of his usual humor at all. And another thing, why did he keep shooting sorrowful glances at Harry. Something was wrong. Something was worse than usual.
"Err.Arthur.why me especially?" asked Harry. Mr. Weasley looked like he was about to answer, but he was cut off by Joe, who had been too lost in his own thoughts to notice what Harry had just said.
"How far back are we going?"
Mr. Weasley hesitated, gave Harry one more grief-filled glance, then said, "Twenty-Seven years."
Harry's stomach gave a horrible jolt. He had a nauseating feeling that he already knew exactly what was happening near Scotland three decades ago.
~*~*~*~
"Name?"
"Harry Potter."
"Age?"
"Twenty-four."
"Date of Birth?"
"July 31, 1980."
Florence leaned over her desk; quickly copying down the information Harry had just given her.
"Weight?"
Harry sighed. "Must we really do this again, Florence? We've done it a hundred times!" It was true. ID cards had to be re-written every assignment, in case some small detail changed while the employees were messing with time. Florence threw Harry a sympathetic look. He'd had too many of those lately.
"Look, Harry, I'm sorry about this case and how personal it is to you, but your complaining doesn't make my job any easier," she reasoned. Harry nodded in defeat. Maybe he was just doing this to distract himself from the objections of his new mission. He gave Florence his weight.
The aging gray-haired woman struggled to her feet, gathered her papers, and ambled over towards Harry.
"Here's your ID card, your wand, and your invisibility cloak. You are to take nothing else with you," droned Florence, sounding hilariously akin to a machine.
Harry was sure to turn before he rolled his eyes. Damn Voldemort, damn protocol, damn everything.
TBC
~*~Czech Chicka~*~
Disclaimer: La La La La Laaaaaaa La.. That's pretty much all I own, except for this plot and several other characters.
Summary: Voldemort has gotten hold of some very valuable time turners, and now he's started murdering people in the past who are a problem. Harry Potter, the head of the division, is assigned on a very interesting mission. Can he protect the target when he doesn't even know who it is? MWPP Era.
Chapter 1: The New Assignment
Harry Potter paced back and forth over the office floor. Occasionally, he would pick up one of the picture frames placed on his superior's desk, stare at it for a moment, and then continue pacing. As he paced, his midnight-black robes swirled around him, giving him the look of a powerful wizard, which he was. In fact, Harry had seemed to possess a strange kind of . well; he didn't exactly know what it was. Glass would shatter when he was angry; he saw through invisibility cloaks, and of course the annoying swirling cloak deal.
Harry had no idea what this meeting was about. He had been called off an assignment in Egypt to "report back immediately". Someone else had been given his case.Smith, he thought. Some guy with a heavy American accent. Harry didn't know him very well.
Harry was head of the Department of Time Travel Law Enforcement. There weren't many people in his department because there weren't many people who owned time turners. Actually, his department focused more on Voldemort than anything else. Somehow, the Dark Lord and his supporters had gotten a hold of the fabled 'Orb of Time', which was being held in the Department of Mysteries before the Death Eaters found it. The newly formed department the Harry headed had been pulled together in case Voldemort decided to use his new toy.
So far, though, he hadn't done any real damage. He tried to get the Sorcerer's Stone, but that had been easy to stop. Almost too easy.
"Harry! How good to see you again! What're you in for?" asked Joe, a newly graduated Hogwarts student with highly exceptional grades. Better than Hermione, even. Joe worked in his department, second only to Harry (much to the disgust of some of the older arours). They were almost as close as Harry had been to Ron.
"Actually, Joe, I have absolutely no idea. How did the trip to the Ontario go?" asked Harry. Joe's sister lived in Canada.
"Smashing! Lula got a new mare. One of those South Dakotan prairie hippogriffs. Simply beautiful. How was your mission in Egypt?"
"Oh, they called me off before I could activate the orb," groaned Harry, "Almost made me break it too, what with that bloody Heron and all." Both men burst out laughing.
"Good evening, gentlemen. I'm overjoyed to see that you both showed up on time for once," greeted Arthur Weasley, the newly made Minister of Magic.
"Hello, Mr. both of us?" questioned Harry, giving Mr. Weasley a curious glance.
"Harry, for the last time, it's Arthur. And yes, both of you. I have a new assignment for you two." Harry and Joe were met with a hard stare from their redheaded elder. "You should know that Voldemort has changed his focus from changing events to.persons," he hesitated with the last word, giving Harry a pitying glance. Joe nodded, and so did Harry, although this was really news to him. He took a moment to wonder whether his last assignment had really been handed off to someone else, or just cancelled.
"We've received reports from undisclosed sources that one of the Dark Lord's supporters has recently activated the Orb near Scotland. Your mission is to stop him from destroying the target at all costs. All usual rules will apply. Remember, above all, you must not be seen! Especially you, Harry," Arthur finished. Strangely enough, there wasn't a hint of his usual humor at all. And another thing, why did he keep shooting sorrowful glances at Harry. Something was wrong. Something was worse than usual.
"Err.Arthur.why me especially?" asked Harry. Mr. Weasley looked like he was about to answer, but he was cut off by Joe, who had been too lost in his own thoughts to notice what Harry had just said.
"How far back are we going?"
Mr. Weasley hesitated, gave Harry one more grief-filled glance, then said, "Twenty-Seven years."
Harry's stomach gave a horrible jolt. He had a nauseating feeling that he already knew exactly what was happening near Scotland three decades ago.
~*~*~*~
"Name?"
"Harry Potter."
"Age?"
"Twenty-four."
"Date of Birth?"
"July 31, 1980."
Florence leaned over her desk; quickly copying down the information Harry had just given her.
"Weight?"
Harry sighed. "Must we really do this again, Florence? We've done it a hundred times!" It was true. ID cards had to be re-written every assignment, in case some small detail changed while the employees were messing with time. Florence threw Harry a sympathetic look. He'd had too many of those lately.
"Look, Harry, I'm sorry about this case and how personal it is to you, but your complaining doesn't make my job any easier," she reasoned. Harry nodded in defeat. Maybe he was just doing this to distract himself from the objections of his new mission. He gave Florence his weight.
The aging gray-haired woman struggled to her feet, gathered her papers, and ambled over towards Harry.
"Here's your ID card, your wand, and your invisibility cloak. You are to take nothing else with you," droned Florence, sounding hilariously akin to a machine.
Harry was sure to turn before he rolled his eyes. Damn Voldemort, damn protocol, damn everything.
TBC
~*~Czech Chicka~*~