Disclaimer: None of the League here are mine, and Eilidh and Fiona belong to themselves and their names are used here with their permission. The same applies for Sarah and Jeremy Nivern (Although Sarah's the only one of the two I like), Kate, and Gash.

Feedback: Much appreciated

Hiril Moon: Regarding the quote, Tom says it in a couple of my stories. And the Quartermain thing? Well, Bond hasn't spent much time looking through the files on the original League so far, so he hasn't learned that Quartermain led the League on their first mission.

Sean Molloy-1: This soon enough for you?

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen 2004

Great, Fiona thought to herself, as she lay back in her seat and stared out of the car's sun roof. What the hell am I doing here?

Of course, she knew the answer to that one fairly easily; they had to find information about their new opponent, whoever or whatever he was, before they actually tried to take him on at his home ground.

However, that didn't prevent her getting bored at this whole thing. So far, Angel had been the only one to check out his various contacts in this city, while she and Harry had stayed behind in the car; Angel had been checking out his less dangerous contacts so far, so he hadn't required any assistance when going in.

Just as Fiona was about to suggest a quick game of Paper-Scissors-Stone to Harry, the car door opened, Angel got in, shut the door, and drove off.

"No luck, huh?" Harry asked his new friend from the back seat of the car, where he'd been idly twirling his wand around without really acknowledging what he was doing. He always hated himself when he realised he was doing it; it reminded him of his encounter with Tom Riddle, in the Chamber of Secrets.

And Ginny's small body, so beautiful, so vulnerable, so...

He broke off that train of thought at once. He didn't want to go there; the Chamber of Secrets and its monster hadn't been a very enjoyable experience for any of the concerned parties, even if he and Ginny were the only ones who'd really been affected by the Basilisk's rampage; all its other victims had just been Petrified.

All right, there was Moaning Myrtle, but she was dead, so you couldn't exactly count her...

Realising he'd let his mind wander, Harry snapped his attention back to the conversation between Angel and Fiona, who appeared to be discussing their next port of call.

"...only a couple more here that I haven't tried yet," Angel said to Fiona, as he turned his car down a side street. "They live in the same part of town, just a couple of streets apart. They're a bit rougher than my other contacts, so I think it's time you two joined me."

Fiona sighed with relief. "Finally," she said, looking up to the sunroof with a smile on her face. "I thought Harry and I'd never get out of this car!"

She looked over at Angel. "You want me invisible?" she asked.

Angel nodded. "Probably best. Harry and I aren't exactly pushovers in a fight, but some unexpected backup wouldn't come amiss. Hope you don't mind."

Fiona laughed a little. "No, I'm fine with it," she replied. "You want an invisible person who doesn't like being invisible, you should have tracked down Darien Fawkes."

"Who?" Harry asked, leaning forward to hear the conversation better.

"Former thief in the employ of a Government group called 'the Agency'," Fiona explained, as Angel continued driving through Paris. "His powers stem from this gland that's been put in the back of his head; it emits this chemical into his blood called Quicksilver that bends light around him. The only catch is that constant use of the Quicksilver turns him homicidally insane; he has to be constantly injected with a counteragent if he's going to remain in his normal frame of mind."

"How do you know about him?" Angel asked, as he turned the car into a smaller side street. "He doesn't sound like the kind of guy you can just meet any time you want."

"I met him briefly while I was working on my invisibility project," Fiona explained. "He was pretty much the reason for us starting the Project; we wanted to find a means of turning people invisible without the use of quicksilver. After all, why create invisible soldiers if they'd go wacko after a certain length of time? We were in charge of finding a new means of turning invisible, and another branch were put in charge of finding a permanent cure for the madness."

Harry shrugged. "Fair point," he said, just as Angel stopped the car.

The former vampire looked over at his two friends.

"We're here," he said. "Harry; keep your wand somewhere where you can get it quickly if the need arises, but where it isn't too obvious if you do need to get it. Fiona; stay close to us while you're invisible, but not so close that you could be heard by someone with sharp enough hearing."

"Right," Fiona said, as she shut her eyes, concentrated for a few seconds, and then vanished.

Harry blinked a little. No matter how often he saw Fiona turn invisible, he doubted he'd ever really get used to the idea that science could accomplish what wizards needed a cloak to achieve.

Angel opened the door and got out the car, as Harry did the same. He didn't see Fiona's door open, but based on how long Angel held his door open, he guessed that Fiona had gotten out that way to avoid attracting unwanted attention.

The fact that he heard a slight thud and a muttered 'Dammit!" also suggested that fact.

"So, where to now?" he asked Angel.

Angel indicated a block of flats on the corner of the street, just a few metres down the road from them.

"There," he said, simply.

And then the top part of the block exploded.

Fiona blinked a little at the explosion, (Not that it did any good; her eyelids were as transparent as the rest of her body.) and looked over at Angel. She wasn't sure where his contacts had lived in the block, but, based on his expression, she'd assume it was in the area that had just been destroyed.

"Not the sort of thing your contacts do, I take it?" she asked him.

"Blowing up the building they live in- no, not really," Angel replied, sounding a little irritated at her.

"Actually, I think she was asking if they do scientific experiments, or use magic, or something like that," Harry put in. "You know, something that isn't meant to blow the building up, but could if something went a little wrong."

Angel shook his head. "No, not that I remember," he replied. "They use dynamite now and again, but they mostly make the dynamite somewhere else."

"So... an attack," Harry said, voicing the thoughts of the three of them.

"Obviously," Fiona replied. "It would appear our foe is a couple of steps ahead of us, trying to shut down all our possible sources of information."

Angel smirked. "But he's not done as good a job as he could have done," he said, looking over at the others with a gleam in his eyes. "I think I can see some people in there; I'm pretty sure they're the ones who started the fire."

"Why?" Fiona asked.

"Well, given that they don't seem to be overly concerned about stopping it, it seems a fairly safe guess."

"So, let's go," Harry said, whipping out his wand and running towards the building. "After all," he called back at his teammates, "we can't just leave something like this without even looking!"

Angel nodded and followed, trying not to run too far ahead of the wizard, while Fiona jogged towards the building a few feet behind them.

She didn't know what she'd encounter in there, but she'd be prepared to bet good money it wouldn't be easy to stop it...

As Angel entered the building, he was shocked to find himself coughing slightly at all the smoke in the air. One of the disadvantages of being partly human now; he needed oxygen, wheras before it had never really been an issue.

Still, he though to himself, as he glanced towards the stairs in front of him in the hallway, there are still several benefits to lacking some of the main vampiric weaknesses.

A permanent soul, for one thing...

However, he broke off his train of thought as Harry tore past him and began to run up the stairs. There'd be time to reminisce about his condition later; right now, they had an explosion to investigate.

Angel charged up after Harry, listening carefully for the sound of Fiona's breathing behind him. He smiled as he heard it, and gave her a quick thumbs- up before the two of them joined Harry on the last unburnt level of the building.

The vampire and the wizard looked at each other, nodded, shook hands, and dived into the fire, Fiona right behind them...

Inside the building, Harry blinked a little as the smoke struck him right in the face, far more powerful up here than it had been downstairs. It was nearly impossible to see anything apart from the fire; how were they meant to find the people who'd set this explosion off, assuming they hadn't already left the building?

Then he remembered a spell he'd learned recently. It wasn't all that much use generally, but sometimes it could be remarkably useful.

He raised his wand. "Dispello!" he cried.

A brilliant golden light burst out of his wand, pushing back the smoke around them as it came in contact with it.

Angel looked over at Harry and nodded his approval, just before the smoke clear completely...

Revealing the three figures who'd set off the fire.

The first one was an invisible woman wearing a long brown coat. They couldn't even be certain if it was a woman, but the slight bulges on the coat around the chest area suggested that the figure had breasts.

However, Harry and Angel each recognized one of the other two at once.

The second figure was a young man, around Harry's age, with a pale, pointed face and equally pale hair. He was wearing a long black cloak with red inner lining, and an equally black shirt and trousers.

"Malfoy," Harry whispered under his breath. Dammit, he thought. The two of them hadn't seen each other since the final battle with Voldemort, but since that fight had ended with Harry and Hermione knocking Lucius Malfoy off a cliff, he doubted the dark wizard's hatred for him had grown any less.

The final person was a tall woman with long black hair and blue eyes, dressed in a long white sleeveless dress. She looked fairly normal at first glance, but a second glance revealed that she definitely wasn't exactly normal in the head.

Angel blinked. Of all the people he'd been expecting to run into here, this was the last person he thought he'd find.

"Drusilla?!" he said.

The female vampire smiled at him. "Hello, Daddy," she said, her voice just as demented as it always was.

Harry looked over at Angel in shock. "'Daddy'?" he asked.

"I'll explain later," Angel replied. "I assume you know the wizard?"

"Yeah, we were rivals at school," Harry replied.

"Right then," Angel said, coming to a quick decision. "You take him, I'll take Drusilla, and Fiona handles the invisible person. First order of business; get away from the fire. Second; beat them senseless."

"Check," Harry replied.

"Agreed," Fiona whispered from behind Angel. He nodded once, and then looked up at the three figures in front of them.

"Charge!" he yelled.