Fey Rhapsody
Chapter 4: Wizarding chaos.
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The wizarding world of Europe was in a state of Chaos.
Ever since the sudden disappearance of the boy who lived nothing had been safe. Voldemort was now feared by all as he began to sweep across the United Kingdom leaving absolute destruction in his wake, and with the hope of the wizarding world gone, none dared deify the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters. That was, except Hogwarts. The school, ever shadowed by the budding war had become one of the few havens left among the wizards. Under the protection of Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix, none could penetrate its defenses to reach those within. But even their forces where strained with the effort of trying to fight off the Death Eaters and their Lord. Every day was a fight for survival and for the students of Hogwarts it was tense as they where trained for inevitable battles.
But in the surviving ministries there was a spark of hope emerging as Cornelius Fudge read in the letter written on muggle paper that had arrived hours before. He had finally admitted Voldemort's existence and sobered to reality once the truth had slapped him in the face in the form of the Dark Lord himself. Now he'd accepted it the ministry had been more effective in its response to attacks but unfortunately, even with the help of the order of the phoenix it wasn't enough. Now he had something that could help.
To the Ministry of Magic
London, England.
After a very short analysis of the situation we at the United Nations Paranormal Investigations Division have decided to give our assistance to your people in this time of war. Recently we have received news from all over the world concerning the one known as Lord Voldemort and one of our newest field agents has admitted to having been a fighter on the front lines of this war for some time. A representative will be arriving within the week to speak with the Minister for Magic in person and will carry out any business we may have in England exclusively with the ministry.
Further details will be addressed at a later date
Regards
Rhiane Maxwell
Head of the U.N.P.I.D
It wasn't much, considering it had come from a Muggle agency, but Fudge hoped that with their help they could at least make sure some lived.
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Agent Anna Whitman sat across the street from one of New York's nicer youth backpacker hostels keeping watch on the front doors while her partner went into the building in search of their target. Strangely enough, MI-6 had sent a profile to the CIA in hopes that they could help find a kid that had been seen fleeing England. Apparently his father was some second in command to the dictator that was sweeping through Europe. The English spy agency hadn't said exactly who or what the 'Dark lord' was but from their occasional slip up in reports he sounded nasty.
Anna suddenly shook off her thoughts as her partner exited the hostel, his hand on the shoulder of a teenage boy. He had white blonde hair and a pale complexion and as they got closer she caught sight of bright silver eyes that where currently burning with irritation toward the one leading him. He grumbled testily as he was shoved in the back seat, her partner got in the drivers side.
"Alright, lets get back to headquarters." He said, stating the obvious. Anna just raised an eyebrow at him and shook his head at his boasting appearance as she started the engine and made her way out into traffic. They made good time to their destination in spite of traffic and as soon as they set foot in the building the teen was taken to an interrogation room where agents from both the CIA and MI-6 where waiting.
"Hello Mr Malfoy."
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Harry had been sitting in front of the window screens on the living room of the underground headquarters when as sudden light that seemed very out of place slid down the street in the back of a nondescript black car. Getting up from his seat on the couch he moved closer and looked at it intently and the silvery green aura of the wizard seemed to fade a little as he looked at the person within the nimbus of power and nearly fell over in shock. There, looking irritated and pissed off, was Draco Malfoy. But the looks of the ones driving Harry could bet anything that the slimy blonde had landed himself in trouble for whatever reason, but it made Harry wonder. What was Slytherin's Prince doing here, and in the Muggle world of all places?
Abruptly Harry straightened and turned away from the screens as Draco was taken into a building across the street. He sought out Rhiane who was in her office, a pair of small rectangular reading glasses perched on her nose as she looked over a stack of various letters and correspondence from the contacts they'd been establishing with the wizarding world.
"Rhiane?" His tone was curious as he looked around the door before entering. "What is in the building across the street and two down from here?" He asked quietly. Rhiane looked up, her bright green eyes glinting behind her glasses as she looked at him speculatively.
"It's a block of offices used often as a base for the CIA when they need to keep an eye on this building, why do you need to know?" She went on to ask as she got up from her desk and took off her glasses setting them on the desk and following him out to the lounge.
"I thought I saw someone." He answered truthfully looking at her pleadingly. "I saw someone I knew and I need to know what he's doing here." A spark of fierce determination that hadn't been there in the weeks since they'd agreed to play with the wizards was suddenly back in his eyes. Rhiane raised an eyebrow.
"You want to leave the building?" She asked bemusedly as Harry gave a short nod. "You can't just go storming over there, even with your agent status with Alex and myself, I doubt they'd listen to you let alone let you inside." Harry rolled his eyes.
"I'll use what you taught me." He said exasperatedly, "You have been teaching me how to break into these kind of places with magic after all." He did have a point there. They'd discovered soon after she'd rescued him from his relatives that he'd had a distinct talent for Fey magic, leaving Rhiane to think that either his mother or grandparents had been Fey, possibly both for all his power. He even had the same cunning steak and raging temper that was usually seen among her kind, even if his hair wasn't red to match. Rhiane sighed at the situation.
"Alright, you can go, but…" Harry looked back to her, dancing on the balls of his feet as he edged toward his room. "I'm coming with you, I need to see how you go anyway and I can always give you a hand if you turn out not to be ready to take on this kind of stealth." Harry nodded quickly in agreement to the terms and rushed off to pick up the equipment he'd need. Rhiane gave one more aggravated sigh before she did the same, wondering if Harry was finally ready to face more than just her and Alex.
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"You have been very hard to track down Mr. Malfoy." A fat man in a tweed suit sat down on the other side of the table, his British accent making him seem out of place in a room filled with Yankees. Draco gave him a glacial glare as he crossed his arms over his chest in a defensive posture.
"When you are being hunted by both sides in a war you aren't supposed to make you're whereabouts obvious, Sir." He drawled languidly, his aristocratic upbringing becoming obvious in the sudden air of arrogance that sprang up around him. The fat man looked vaguely unnerved by the admission. He recovered and gave Draco what he hoped was an intimidating look.
"See here kid." He said in a low tone, throwing all semblance of formality out the window as he confronted the blonde directly. "You have information we want, your father is second in command to the terrorist that calls himself the Dark Lord and we know you know what new weapon he's using to kill people!" Draco looked unimpressed by the outburst and made a spectacle of yawning, drawing a snicker from the woman who had driven him here and scowls from the rest of the men in the room.
"Do you honestly think I'd be privy to that information? Even if I knew what that egotistical, obsessed fool was using, do you think I'd even tell? You probably don't even understand what this is all about." The affronted former heir to the Malfoy legacy leaned back in his seat. "Besides," He added flippantly. "I'm not even a Malfoy anymore, my father disowned me." The other occupants of the room jumped when a dull gasp came from the corner of the room, then out of thin air another teen with glowing green eyes appeared.
"Well shit, I never thought I'd see the day when you of all people refused Tom." Draco's eyes widened.
"Potter?" He gasped. Harry sent him an irritated scowl.
"It's Maxwell now." Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Harry Maxwell." The blonde drawled, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "It just doesn't have the same ring to it." Harry crossed the room to stand right beside him.
"It serves its purpose." He ground out, holding out a hand to grab his arm. "And now we have to go." Draco shook off his hand.
"And why should I go with you?" he demanded. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Prat." he muttered ill temperedly. "Do you want to get out of here at all?" he asked. Draco held up his hands in the universal sign of 'I surrender'.
"Okay, Okay, Maxwell." The last word had been drawled mockingly. "Get me out of here." Harry nodded and grabbed his arm again before turning to face the stunned agents, holding up his hand, palm outward.
"Sorry 'bout this. Obliviate!"
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Okay, I think this is as good a place as any to leave off. So how was it? Good? Bad? Thank you to all the people who reviewed to the last chapter.
I can't really tell you just yet weather or not Rhiane and Harry are related but as the chapter above says, they are part of the same race.
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