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'...blah...'- denotes thinking
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Iscariot - denotes POV or scene change
Iscariot Chapter Two
The Learning
January 7, 1989
"Ghet back 'ere you brats!!!"
"Split up in three seconds!"
"Got it!"
"1, 2, 3, SPLIT!!!"
Anderson growled as the brats he was chasing broke off, splitting up so he could only catch one of them by running.
Anderson smirked to himself, he knew that he would catch all three of them by the end of the day.
Hopefully.
Deciding that the ringleader was the biggest threat, Anderson picked up his pace. Even at the increased speed, it took him nearly three seconds to catch up.
'A think dat ahm getting old.'
Grabbing the head brat by the shirt, Anderson twisted him around so he could start yelling.
And yell he did.
"WHAT DE 'ELL WERE YOU THUNK'IN BY DOIN DAT LITT'E STUNT!!!!"
The boy just shrugged, "I dunno. We thought it would be funny."
"DUMPIN A BUCKET A FISH GUTS ON MEH IS NAT FUNNY!!!!"
The boy just smirked, yelling out "DO IT!!!"
Anderson turned around just in time to get splashed in the face with yet another bucket of fish guts.
Growling, Anderson wiped his face clean. He turned his glare onto all three of the brats, who were laughing on the ground.
Dominic Kelley, the oldest of the three by a year. He had been born in Northern Ireland to an Irish father and an Italian mother. He had been beaten by his father since birth, but the local Catholic priest had found out, and had had the boy sent to Italy for hopes of a better future. At age 7, it was apparent that he would grow to become a giant. He had straight red hair, that was in a rat tail at the moment, and had dark brown eyes.
Isabella 'Izzy' Black was the female of the group. She was the un-legitament child of a supposedly wealthy family that lived in Britain. She had been left on the doorstep of Ferdinant Marys as a baby, and she had never known another home. Her waist length black hair had been let out of its pony tail, exposing its waviness for all. Her violet eyes were streaming with tears of laughter.
And last but not least was the ringleader, Harry potter. Recently rescued from vampires on Christmas, he had soon found friendship with the other two orphans. His raven black hair was short, revealing his scar. His glasses were on the grass, having fallen off during the chase.
If it hadn't been for the fact that all three of them had been marked for training, Anderson would have killed them.
Many, many times.
Taking a breath of air, Anderson launched into his tirade about self discipline. And their punishment.
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"That was absolutely hilarious!" Squealed Izzy, still snickering at Father Andersons predicament.
The other two boys started snickering with her, remembering how Father Anderson looked when he was telling them off.
"I think we should be quiet for a couple o days," Said Dominic.
"Tru." Replied Harry, "We should think abo't it. Or not."
All three, still grinning like fools, walked towards the main building of Ferdinant Lukes. Chatting about the most innocent things, like religion, torturing Father Anderson, school, torturing Father Anderson, they failed to notice the person shadowing them until...
"BOO!!!"
Three screams of fright ricochet off the walls as the three turned around, to be faced...
"Guten Tag!"
"Heinkel!!!" Screamed Harry, running into the nuns arms, hugging her like a m man possessed. Ever since Christmas, the two had gotten close. Like family.
Stepping up, since she had to crouch to hug the boy, Heinkel said, "I hav' something sehr important zu speak wit du Harry."
"What is it!!! What is it!!! What is it!!!"
Heinkel chuckled at the anticipation that Harry had. "Komm wit mich, und I'll show du."
"See yous guys later!!!" Waving to his friends, Harry followed Heikel as she moved towards the car parked outside the gate to Ferdinant Lukes.
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Maxwell sighed, looking at Heinkel over his glasses
"Are you sure this is what you two want?"
Harry nodded his head, VERY energetically, "Yes please!"
Heinkel smiled and shook her head yes as well, "Dis is vat ve vant Herr Maxwell."
"Okay then." Taking a stamp out of his desk, he stamped the papers before him, "You two are now related."
As the two hugged the other, Maxwell looked, yet again, at the papers.
Name- Harry James Potter
Age- 6
Birthday- July 31
Natural Parents- Unknown
New Guardian- Heinkel Wolfe
New Name (If requested)- Heinrich Johan Wolfe
Date of Adoption- January 7, 1989
Witnessed by- Enrico Maxwell
Maxwell looked up from the adoption papers, only to see the backs of the two Wolfe's as they left his office.
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July 31, 1991
Maxwell sighed.
For two years it had been absolutely quiet. Nothing had happened at all. No vampires, no Catholic killings, and no attacks on churches. The only problem spot was Ireland, but that had always been a problem for the Vatican. Fortunately, peace talks were going through, so no violence had occurred as of late.
Maxwell knew that something was going to happen soon, he could feel it, and his instincts had never lied to him before.
He looked at the on his desk and smiled. Today was Heinrich's 8th Birthday, and knowing Heinkel, it would be interesting. Maybe. Maxwell smiled fondly at the memory of last years celebration, if you could call it that anyways. It had been more of a feast last year. Hopefully, this time around Heinkel wouldn't go overboard.
Hopefully.
Section XIII had never had many members, the largest ever was 39 in the days of the crusades and Inquisition. In this day and age, the total number was around 15. The size of the organization had allowed for a family interaction, so to speak. XIII was like the second, or only for some, family for many of the agents. Each person knew the other, and could call everyone a friend.
Maxwell looked at the picture again, looking at each of the faces. Their was Heinkel Wolfe, hugging her son from behind. Next to her was Anderson and Yumiko. To the left of Yumiko was Jonathan Cooper, an American, Markus Flint, an Irishman, and Vladimir, a Russian. To Andersons right, there was Amelia Flint, Markus's sister, Richard DiSeder, a Spaniard, Elmira Maxwell, Enrico's younger cousin from Venice, and Erik von Heuton, a German like Heinkel. The ten agents that Iscariot possessed had all attended the party, if not by will then by force, and had had an enjoyable time, for most anyways.
Enrico looked at the pictures center, staring at Heinrich's face.
'Today Heinrich, Today is the day you learn what you are.'
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Heinrich was having the time of his life, but Birthdays usually have that effect on people.
Everyone that he knew and cared about had come. His mother, Aunt Yumiko and Father Anderson. Izzy and Dom. Cooper, Flint, Vladimir, Madame Maxwell, von Heuton, DiSider. Even Father Maxwell had come.
Heinrich had finished his cake, watching the others. Izzy was laughing at Dom, who had cake all over his face. Dom was glaring at her, muttering something about an evil vixen. The 'adults' in the group were having just as much fun as the three children. The American Cooper was laughing as well, but mostly because of the joke that DiSider had just said, while Aunt Yumiko and Madame Maxwell were looking murderous at both.
Heinrich smiled, content on his birthday.
"Heinrich."
Looking up, Heinrich saw Father Maxwell looking down at him. Father Maxwell was looking concerned, somewhat. He seemed nervous about something.
"Yes Father?"
Father Maxwell smiled at Heinrich, chuckling, "Come with me please. I have something to tell you." Noticing his worried look, Father Maxwell chuckled, "Don't worry, your not in trouble."
The unspoken 'yet' passed between them.
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Heinkel looked up, feeling something. She saw Maxwell walk over to her son and talking to him. She saw the worried look on his face, and watched as they both walked away She got up as well, noticing Maxwell's sign for her to follow.
She just hoped that it just wasn't a problem.
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"I believe that this is far enough from prying eyes and ears." Maxwell noticed Heinkel, "And come into the open Heinkel, this concerns you as well."
Heinkel walked into the clearing, moving towards her son. Both met by an elm.
'A serene scene, considering what I'm about to tell them.'
If you would both sit down, what I am about to say might come as a shock."
Once all three had sat, Maxwell began, "When you came into our, ahhh, possession on Christmas two years ago, I felt something odd about you Heinrich. Something extremely odd." He held his hand up, stopping the question before it came, "I'll come to that, but first I must tell you that this is a huge shock."
"What is it Sir?"
"You Heinrich are a wizard."
Maxwell looked at the two for their reactions. Both had very slack jaws. Almost touching the ground even.
"It was a shock to me as well Heinrich."
"I...I...I am a witch? Satan Spawn!!!!"
"No, you are not." Maxwell saw the visible relief go over his face, "You are a natural born magic user, not a man who has made a compact with Lucifer. We have come in contact with those types before, and it is not something that will hinder you when you start your training. Actually, it will help considerably."
"Training? Vat training?"
Maxwell smiled at Heinkel, "Iscariot training of course. He will become an agent of Section XIII."
"DAT VIL NOT HAPPEN!!!!" Heinkel roared, clutching Heinrich protectively, "MEIN SON VIL NOT LEARN HOW TO KILL AT THIS AGE!!!"
"And when will he learn then Heinkel? When?" Maxwell's voice grew harsh, "If not now then when? Heinrich is to become an Iscariot Agent, you assented when you adopted him two years ago."
"Ja."
"Then when will he be trained for what his will do later in life? The day he starts the job? I will not let there be another Yumie!" He referred to the newest agent, Yuminko. On her first assignment, she had panicked. This had somehow created her other personality Yumie. Maxwell knew that she suffered from it, but could do nothing to help her.
Sighing dejectedly, Heinkel mumbled, "Fine. Heinrich may start his training venever necessary."
"Thank you. It begins today. Come Heinrich, it's time to meet your teacher."
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"What about Izzy and Dom Sir?"
Maxwell smiled at the boys concern for his friends, "Dom will start his trainin in a year with Isabella. They will be trained by Vladimir and my cousin respectively."
"Who will be my teacher sir?"
"Dat wo' beh meh laddie."
Maxwell smiled, "Father Anderson has glad fully stepped forward to train you personally."
Heinrich had a feeling that he would regret doing all those pranks to Father Anderson.
"Com wit meh laddie, yo' trainin starts neh."
Yup, defiantly regret them.
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August 29, 1993
Over two years he had trained with Father Anderson. Two years of pain and suffering.
But it had been worth it, completely.
Heinrich had trained in two main weapons. His twin machete's and the .45 pistol. Father Anderson, even though he specialized in his bayonets, knew the basics of using a pistol in battle. He had taught Heinrich what he knew, and had let nature take its course. Heinrich was a very good shot, almost as good as his mother. Even though he was shot back a foot whenever he fired the weapon, it was accurate. Very accurate.
Heinrich was ready, he knew that he could win a fight against any mortal enemies of his.
Un-mortal. Well...it could be better.
That's what he was hoping he would be learning now.
"Sir?"
"What brat?" Even though there relationship was strictly master/student, the two males had formed a strange bond. A sort of camaraderie.
Sort of.
"Who is the person that will be training me in my..."
"Magik?" Chuckling, Anderson ruffled the boys hair, "A ver' smar' person dat I met some time ago."
"Me Anderson? My, I never knew that you cared so much about my friendship."
Anderson smirked, "Heinrich, met your neh techer. Severus Snape."
Heinrich looked at his new teacher. He was tall, very tall. He also had a large nose. A very large nose. His hair was shoulder length and, greasy.
Ick.
"He vill beh ur techer in Magik Heinrich."
„Come brat." Snapped Severus, with a noticeable English accent, „We don't have all day!"
Heinrich looked at Father Anderson, "Is he..."
"No. Severus is a Catholic. Neh a dirty Protestant."
"COME BRAT!!!!"
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Well? What now? Any good? Like the introduction of Sevy? Savee.