" The Gestapo are bulking up, sir. I'm not sure I'll be able to relay very
much info from now on." said a dark-haired young man to his companion, who
was hidden by the shadows of the bulding by which the two met.
" I see. Well, don't put yourself in any danger, alright? Then information
you gather is important to me, but so are the lives of my friends."
" Geez, your worse of a worry-wart than my mum, Albus." The man called
Albus chuckled. A sudden sound of boots made them both jump. Albus drifted
back into the shadows whle his young friend jumped into a large storage box.
" I'll be back in a month or so Kurt, got that?"
" Got it, sir" Albus ran to the back of the alleyway, entering into the abandoned
building. Stopping at the other door to the parallel alleyway, he whispered to himself.
"Fawkes, I need you." In a puff of fire, a large bird with feathers like flames appeared.
Albus put the information Kurt had given him in Fawkes's talons.
" You know where to bring that. I'll see you in a bit, my friend." Fawkes let out a note
and rubbed his small head on Albus's face. Albus stoked the bird's head, then
stepped back as Fawkes disappeared with the same blast as before. He then snuck out the
door, and into a more cluttered alleyway. But before he made it to the street, his foot kicked
something on the ground. Looking down, he gasped when he saw a young boy of about
sixteen lying on the cold stone. Albus paled when he heared another clatter of hevy boots on
the street. He gently picked the boy up, moving into the shadows with him just as the men
appeared where he had been a moment before.
" Ja, you were right, Aden. The brat we beat for being out on curfew got away." Albus's eyes
darkened, causing him to glance again at the boy in his arms. There were bruises on his face
and arms. In one hand, a black wand was clutched. But before Albus could work out how a
young wizard got to France without parents, the second man spoke.
" Well, I think he knew we hadn't had our guns, otherwise I would have shot him." Both men
chuckled, and it was a few moments before the sound of thier boots faded. Albus let out his held
breath.
"mmmnnn..." He looked down. The boy's eyes open, and two very green eyes were looking at him
in what appeared to be both relief and shock. It was if the boy wasen't sure he was happy to be safe,
or shocked at seeing Albus there.
" Are you alright?" Albus said, and the boy put an hand on his stomach,wincing as he did so.
" Right. You need medical attention right now. I need you to calm your mind, I'll have to attempt
to apparate both of us to England,...." He stopped, forgetting that he didn't know the boy's name.
" Harry" said the boy quietly, as if resigned to tell him. Albus nodded as he closed his eyes to
apparate. A few seconds later, the alleyway was empty of any living creature....
" For the last time, Alastor! Those are cookies from my mum, not a Dark Witch!" cried Nigel
Longbottom as he attempted to get a tin out of the hands of a rather odd man, who was in turn
trying to keep it from the shorter man's reach. This was what greeted Albus and Harry upon thier
sudden arrival in the middle of the Resistance Headquarters.
" Alllllbuuus! Mad Moody is at it again! He's off his rocker now!" Harry laughed, but cringed and
held his stomach again. Both Nigel and Alastor stopped what they were doing to look at him.
" Who's he, Albus?" questioned Alastor accusatorily. Nigel simply helped Harry to lay on a
couch, asking him what happened and where it hurt.
" His name is Harry. I found him nearly beaten to death by Gestapo after my rendezvous with
our spy." Alastor nodded approval, but his eyebrow went up into his hairline.
" And what about you? Transporting a passenger with you takes a lot of energy. Even for you."
Albus grinned sheepishly at his friend as he sunk into an armchair, breathing deeply from the
strain.
" Humph, so you've been at it again, eh Professor Dumbledore?" said a woman's voice from
the hallway.
" Good timing, Poppy. Albus found a beaten kid in France, didn't think about a spy, and
apparated here WITH him." The young woman frowned at Albus, but she suddenly saw Harry and
that took up her attention in seconds.
" Poor dear," she said," Gestapo, hmn? I thought so, now stay still while I help. Oh..." she trailed off,
and glanced at Albus.
" Is he....our kind?" Albus nodded, holding up the dark wand in his hand. She nodded, then turned
back to Harry.
" Oh, broken ribs, poor thing. I can't believe the nerve of those men..." Moody growled.
" They're Nazi's, Poppy. They don't really give a damn who they beat, as long as someone is there
to beat." Nigel made a sort of noise under his breath that seemed to be an agreement. Poppy sighed,
finishing the mending of Harry's sore bones.
" There you are, dear. Now just lay back for a while and relax, will you? I don't want another patient
who doesn't remember he's human...." As she trailed off, her eyes focused on Dumbledore, who
gave another sheepish grin.
" Well, lad, I need some questions answered before you know where you are an what's going on."
Harry nodded, he had almost expected this from Moody.
" What's your full name? And where are your parents?" Panic seized Harry as he tried to find fitting
answers. A boy, alone. Found in occupied France....and then it hit him.
" Harry Fuller. My parents fled from Poland, where we'd been living for a few years. When the Nazi's
took over, we went to France. They were caught by some of the men who run the...the death camps....."
He let an eerie silence reign for a few minutes before he continued.
" My father...was Jewish.....so...I..." He trailed off again, suddenly grateful for the time he spent with his
ear up to the door at the Dursley's, listening to TLC (A/N: The Learning Channel for those who dun know).
One look around the room told him that his story was plausible enough to placate even Mad-Eye Moody.
" Oh......I'm sorry Harry." Moody muttered, taking a seat beside Dumbledore.
" Well, I guess I should introduce this odd assortment of nutcases..." Said Dumbledore with a
smile.Several "Hey!"'s went up among the seated wizards and witches as well a a large group
who was just entering the room.
" Our resident nurse, Poppy Pomfry, the man who interogated you is Alastor Moody, the fellow
munching on the cookies is Nigel Longbottom.." Nigel gave a muffled hello and a cheery wave,
"And I'm Albus Dumbledore, the one they somehow pushed into the leader role. I'm also a
teacher at Hogwarts." Harry smiled at them all, pretending to be glad to meet them, when
already he knew most.
" And right now, your in the Headquarters of the Dark Resistance. From now on, your one of
us."
review replies:
Anarchy101:
Well, would you rather read a long opening? Nothing I could think of at the moment
could get it across like that. But I'm thankful you took the time to actually read it. Hope you
like the next chapters better!
The Vamprie Story Hunter:
Hehehe....thanks....I'll have to ask Isis about a romance...we sorta already got the story how we want it to go....thanks for the input!
Iara:
Glad you like it!!!
Kateydidnt:
First of all, I made a mistake.....but I liked the twins so much, I left them in even when Isis saw my
mistake. As for Sopra dissaperating and apparating on school grounds.....I honestly tried to look
up the bonudaries for the school...we never know how far they stretch, so its like they were out
of bounds....but since you mentioned it...I should make it clear how they left by changing it to a
portkey.....just so no one else is confused. Thanks for pointing those things out!!
on second though....I'm taking the twins out too....Ron can be obnoxious instead...xD