Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything else created by JK Rowling (although I wish I did.) But Rhiane Maxwell and Alexander Sith are my characters... although the idea about the secret agency isn't mine, thats based off something called stormwatch mentioned the the comic called "The Authority".

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Fey Rhapsody

Prelude: Investigators of the paranormal
All was quiet in the Little Winging Street of Privet Drive. No wind blew, nothing... strange... could be seen. Everything was perfectly normal, just like it should be. That was until a purring engine broke the silence.

The black motorbike pulled up to the curb in front of number four and its rider switched of the engine with a sharp click. The rider sat there for some time, staring at the house before they reached up and pulled off their helmet. A long auburn ponytail fell like a waterfall down her back and over her leather clad shoulder. Reaching up to her ear she activated a headset.

"Hey Alex, are you sure this is the place?" She asked as a mic slid level with her mouth. There was a brief crackle of static.

"Yup! That's it Maxwell." A man answered from the other end of the line, using the young woman's last name. The woman frowned.

"There's something very wrong about this place Alex, I don't like it, I'm going in." Alex began to protest but Maxwell just turned it off and slid off the bike with practiced ease. Standing she was about five foot nine. Her auburn hair, tied up high out of her face, reached her waist and her eyes where a vivid emerald green, a most unusual color but they where a legacy of her heritage, the legacy of the Fey. Crouching, Rhiane Maxwell slunk across the front garden of number four. She and her partner, a computer nerd by the name of Alexander Sith, had been watching this house for weeks on their highly specialized sensor array that constantly scanned the globe for one thing,

Magic.

Not long ago the UN had put aside a small amount of funding for a new covert department that was to deal with the paranormal activity that had sprung up around the world. That's when they'd come looking for her, Rhiane was a known supernatural pest when it came to the government. She'd been doing the job on her own for some time and had subsequently gotten in the way of many top secret projects before they'd given in and begun paying her to do it. Rhiane couldn't complain though, at least the pay was good.

Small silver sparks covered her black body suit as she passed the wards around the house. She frowned. These where the most protective wards she'd seen on one place that wasn't a holy site that belonged to the druids. The current bunch of paranoid old men had decided not to let anyone near their little pockets of preserved ancient history. Although Rhiane really didn't care about them, they just made her job easier.

Talking about easy...

She approached the front door of the house and bent to examine the lock with a practiced eye. The door alone had more detection spells than the house did. She swore quietly under her breath and went to look of an open window, and find one she did, on the second floor. With an aggravated sigh she took a step back before she braced herself and leapt. Light as a cat she hauled herself onto the windowsill and froze to listen.

"ZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz........"

"Geeze! Talk about nasal congestion!" Her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she noticed what looked like a whale sleeping on a bed that buckled under the immense weight. She waited a little longer before she slid to the floor and padded out into the hall. The thick carpet of the landing prevented her footsteps from being heard as she checked another room. This one had two figures, a fat man not quite as large as the whale in the other room and a woman that was so thin she looked as though she would snap if you touched her. Shacking her head Rhiane crept down the landing a little way before she froze. There was a magical presence nearby. Now that it wasn't masked by the wards she could feel it like a beacon, but there was still something very wrong. Following her instinct she made her way along the wall to a door. It was covered with padlocks and deadbolts that no one else would have been able to get through with anything less than the keys.

But then again, Rhiane wasn't just anyone else. Kneeling she got to work on each of the locks on the door. Her fingers felt the tiny vibrations and snares in the locks and within minutes she had them all open. Taking a deep breath she inched the door open ever so slightly and peered in, only to find herself wanting to gag in horror at what she saw.

The magical presence her fey senses had been feeling was a boy. One no older than sixteen, four years her junior, who lay on the floor in a rapidly spreading and glistening pool of dark liquid. As the smell reached her she repressed the urge to throw up and reactivated her headset. Without much mind for secrecy she walked in and shut the door behind her and started to speak even before Alex could grate her out for turning off her com in the first place.

"Alex, call up the nearest hospital and tell them I'm bringing in one hell an emergency case." She ground out as she scanned the boy for all his obvious injuries. With some idea of what was wrong she hoisted him up and was about to leave when the landing light clicked on. She froze and a minute later the door opened to reveal the large man framed in the light from beyond.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" He roared. Rhiane growled.

"Get out of my way." She stood up so her face was in the light and didn't miss the double take that the man seemed to have done. Not waiting for anything to happen Rhiane found herself shouldering him out of the way and running down the stairs before he could react. She caught a glimpse of the horrified looking thin woman as she passed the bedroom door but she paid them no heed and slammed open the front door, running to her bike. The kid moaned in pain as the bike started up and roared down the street.

Unnoticed to the rider, her passenger opened his eyes. Squinting against the wind he looked up and through the blur without his glasses managed to murmur a single word.

"Mum?"

When Rhiane's bike skidded to a stop outside the hospital's emergency entrance the nurses where waiting. They paled when they saw the condition of the boy in her arms and almost instantly had him on a stretcher headed for the operating theater. In spite of herself Rhine hovered by the doors, staring at the bloodstained figure for some time. They where still working when a doctor approached her.

"Ah miss." He addressed her nervously. "Uh, you brought him in didn't you." He tried to clarify, gesturing to the boy on the operating table. Rhiane nodded.

"Do you know how he is?" She asked not taking her eyes away from the scene in front of her. The doctor nodded in response.

"A little, it's amazing he's still alive." He went on somberly. "You brought him here just in time, he had a bone in his leg completely shattered and both wrists had fractures, there are bruises and lacerations all over his body and even welts as if he's been beaten. Some are old others have healed infected and everything else points toward him having been raped." He looked at her suspiciously, "How was it you came by him again?" Rhiane was silent for a moment before she spoke.

"It wasn't me or anyone else related to me if that's what you think." She answered, slipping a hand into her pocket to grab her trump card. She held up the UN issue badge, for what it didn't actually say. "I found him, locked in a room in a house nearby. I was doing an investigation in the neighborhood and when I checked out the house something was off. I have reason to believe that it was the people there who where abusing him." The doctor didn't question her again after seeing the badge, he merely nodded, knowing better than to pry.

"Well, just so you know, he's not in the health system and he's not on any government records, we couldn't find a thing about him." He watched Rhiane's face carefully as he said this. She was fighting not to snarl.

"Don't worry about it." She said when she'd regained some control. "If there's anything required to be done by a guardian I'll take care of it. Since I found him I won't be investigating the case, and since he doesn't have an identity yet, I'm sure no one will mind if I take care of him." The doctor nodded and handed her a clipboard.

"Well then, please fill this in and that will get the paperwork out of the way, I'll come get you when he gets out of surgery." Rhiane took the clipboard and began to fill it in before she turned on the headset once more.

"Rhiane! What is going on!?" Alex had been frantic. Rhiane sighed and put her head in her hands.

"Nothing, Alex." Finished off the paperwork and slumped into a nearby seat. "Well... nothing but for the fact that the source out sensors picked up was a kid." Alex was holding his breath.

"What else?" he asked nervously. Rhiane sagged.

"He was dying, Alex, he was radiating so much pain... the doctor said he's been abused, even raped!" Alex bit back a gasp. "But that's not all, there's something about that kid, the house was warded with some of the most powerful wards around and the amount of magical detection spells around there was phenomenal. Who ever put him there wanted to know if he ever used the magic he had." Alex made a thoughtful noise.

"I'll do a search on his background, see if I can come up with anything." Rhiane grunted and the link switched off. Dropping the clipboard into the seat beside her Rhiane settled in to wait.

Soooooo......... what do you think about it? It's kinda weird for a Harry Potter fic isn't it?

Well I guess I won't know if anyone likes it yet.... Please try to review.

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