A/N – Ah my pretties! I'm so sorry for the delay of this chapter. The basic story…my internet was basically down for the month of April. I had moments here and there where I was online, but my connection was so horrendous that I pretty much wanted to pick up my computer and chuck it out the window. Of course I'm on Sattelite high speed because I live out in Hicksville Ontario…not really but it just seems that I'm in this little town that is completely surrounded by high speed but cannot seem to get it at all.
Anyways, first they tell me "Just turn all the power off and then on again on your modem and see how it is for a few days." Few days later I call and complain again. "Oh well we aren't getting any complaints in your area..lets check your modem." Go through menu after menu. "Well because there have been no other complaints, lets just wait a few days and see if things are better shall we?"
So a few days later I complain again. "Ok have you shut off your modem and turned it on again?" Yes.."Ok lets go through your modem settings then shall we? Ok we will change this…now lets just see how this goes for a few more days because there have been no other complaints in your area."
Finally I get Will on the phone…a level 3 technician. He can see something is wrong so he gets the IT guys on it. Completely down now for a full weekend…oh by the way I have a home business that is completely crippled by all this. Well that doesn't work..so they want to send me a new modem..oh but get this..I have to pay the shipping. Apparently when I hook up the modem we find out that my modem is just fine…and that it is the actual transmit receiver on my satellite dish. We will send you a new one and you send back the modem…oh by the way..you have to pay shipping as well as paying $200 to have the guy install the new receiver.
Grrrrrrrrrrr
Anyways…new transmit receiver installed..my internet is finally back up and running….but it took me a few days to get back into a creative mode and not a stressed out about to cry mode.
So here it is…not as good as I had hoped it would be, but I have to get back into the groove of things. I hope you enjoy it.
The young girl waited patiently outside the facility while the rest of the crowd searched the building for any more loose ends. She shuffled from side to side and played with the ends of her hair, but never uttered a peep which was just fine with Theron. How he ended up babysitting the chit he wasn't quite sure, but he would much rather be inside the building and seeing just what these muggles were up to. It terrified him knowing that these people had captured some of their own and managed to cage them. The silver collars on Draco Malfoy and Ginerva Weasley had frightened him even further. It did not take a genius to realize that those were probably what was preventing the witch and wizard's magic abilities.
He paced the impatiently, almost to the point of creating a furrowed path. When would they be done? He was tired of waiting around. His gaze drifted down to the fallen muggle just outside the building. To pass the time Theron tried to envision just what had happened to the poor sod. A werewolf was chasing him and he had tried to shoot it with his muggle weapon first, but realized that the creature would not fall from the simple bullets. He took off at a run, screaming most likely, but his speed was nothing compared to the cursed dog and so those large heavy paws hit the man in the back solidly and took him down to his stomach. The gun skittered away from him to where it rests about a foot away from the little girl that looks frightened. The body is bloody and mangled, but at least the man would not wake up the next morning to learn that he would live with a curse for the rest of his life.
The one muggle was not so lucky this evening. Theron had watched as the man had been carried past him and commands given for the man's immediate medical attention. That poor fellow, should he survive, would wake up to a new nightmare. A shiver ran down through Theron's body and he was glad that he was not in that situation. The werewolf had run off and Harry Potter and Sirius Black had run after it. Knowing the past heroics of the man who lived to kill Voldemort there was no doubt in Theron's mind that the werewolf would be subdued.
Theron's eyes drifted to the girl once again as he saw her moving. Her eyes were scanning the woods, as if searching for something. "Something wrong?" Theron asked.
The girl turned to look at him and shook her head. "No, but thank you for asking." The young girl continued to shift from side to side and he realized that she may appear calm, but she was nervous and she had every reason to be.
"Everything will be ok. Harry Potter will take care of the werewolf. You are safe with us now and soon we will get that wretched collar off of your neck." Theron said with a growl.
The young chit gave him a soft smile and nodded. "Thanks."
Theron looked back into the building to watch the bustle of activity within.
How long would they take? She rolled her eyes and shifted back and forth on her feet. Here she was, stuck outside waiting for the bloody Aurors to finish their jobs and they were taking their sweet time about it. Stuck. That is what she was. Stuck with an idiot Auror who just wanted to get himself killed in action. She could see it in his face. He didn't want to be a babysitter. No, he wanted to be in the action because he probably felt it would give him the appearance of having a bigger dick than he really has. Men. Always trying to prove themselves.
She huffed quietly but suddenly felt the hair on the back of her neck prickle. Her eyes shifted back and forth, scanning the forest in front of her first before spinning to look behind herself. He was here. Devon was here and currently watching them. She would gaze because it had rested upon her naked flesh many times before. Her eyes scanned slowly, trying to look for the telltale signs of muggles but before she could spot anyone the Auror had interrupted her.
"Something wrong?" Theron asked.
"No, but thank you for asking." She replied.
"Everything will be ok. Harry Potter will take care of the werewolf. You are safe with us now and soon we will get that wretched collar off of your neck." He said back to her.
"Thanks." She gave him a sweet smile, but inside her thoughts were filled with disgust. Just like she thought, the man was a fool that believed it was just Harry Potter by himself that defeated Voldemort. Stupid insipid man. She wanted to spit on him right there, but decided not to, instead she realized that she needed to give Devon something.
She looked around and then smiled evilly while letting her head turn once more to scan the forest. The young girl bent over and picked up the muggle gun, shifting it in her hand to admire its weight before raising it up before her to point it at the Auror.
The man noticed her movement and turned to look at her and his eyes widened with surprise. "What the…" he started to say, but she interrupted him.
"Muggle weapons. I never have really gotten why muggles carry them around so much. A wand can be a dangerous weapon, but very rarely does one go off by accident. Whereas these muggle weapons have had children shooting their siblings or friends because they were left loaded and unattended. What do you think would happen with this one in the hands of an eleven year old?" She hummed softly and then her face brightened with a sudden thought. "Perhaps this?"
The loud crack of a gunshot rang through the forest and then the soft thump of a body landing on the ground. It did not take long for the man to bleed out for the femoral artery was effective for taking down a man quickly. So the young girl got to work knowing that soon people would be running out to see what happened. She dropped the gun where she was standing and then ran towards the forest a few steps before stopping and hunching over. She stuck two fingers into her throat and pushed them back far enough so that she started to gag. Instinctively she wanted to pull her fingers out as tears started to form in her eyes, but she continued pushing back until she felt her stomach heave with its contents.
Devon and Merlin had trudged quietly through the woods after abandoning their vehicle a ways back. Devon knew that the grounds would be swarming with wizards, and the last thing they needed was for them to get caught after all his brilliant planning. He needed to know. He had to know if his plant was killed or if she was securely in place. If she had gotten herself killed, then he would have to come up with a new strategy to cause anarchy in the wizarding would.
His desire for power was great, and to achieve what he ultimately wanted he needed to distract those in the ministry as well as those that were key to the defeat of their previous nemesis. They would always be on the look out for certain activities but if they were distracted by other issues, then certain things would get overlooked. This was what Devon wanted.
Sounds carried towards them. Growls and barks way off in the distance, but closer to them were the sounds of men and women. The base came into view and the two men hid themselves to watch what was going on. He could feel Merlin giving him a questioning look, but he knew that the young man would not question him aloud.
Looking down into the ravine Devon found he couldn't contain the smile wanting to form. There she was. She was alive and firmly in place, no one suspecting her but instead believed her to be a weak little child that was too young to see the dangers inside the building. Little did they know.
Merlin narrowed his eyes as he looked at his boss and then looked down at the young girl. Why was his boss so interested in the child? They were contemplating the chit's death just the other day, but now Devon looked thrilled to see the young girl. Perhaps his boss had a sexual penchant that he didn't know about?
He contemplated this for a moment before ducking back quickly as the young girl in question turned around to scan the trees. Her eyes were narrowed and she looked as if she was searching for something. Finally her eyes settled on the bush they were looking through. It was eerie the way she stared at the bush, but the man standing with her suddenly spoke to her and captured her attention.
Both men relaxed visibly but were intrigued to watch as the young girl picked up the gun at her feet. Their girl spoke for a minute before deftly shooting the man in his thigh and from the amount of blood that blossomed onto the man's pants it was a given that she had hit his femoral artery. Brilliant really because it would look the right height to be an accident, but deadly enough that the man would definitely not live to tell the tale.
Devon looked at his second in command and saw the awe on his face. He couldn't help but grin broadly. His girl was brilliant at what she did, there was no question about that. She was currently sticking her fingers down her throat and when someone came running out of the building to see the dead man they turned to look at a little girl who was shaking and crying while vomit dribbled down her chin.
"Who the hell is that?" he heard Merlin whisper.
"That is just a part of my plan my boy." Devon whispered back with a wink.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The steady sounds of dripping was all that could be heard as a small figure moved deftly through the tunnel under the city. Mouse was glad to be home after a day of work. As much as she loved to ply her abilities on those unsuspecting fools above, she hated to be amoung the throngs of people. Home was where she felt the most safe, although at one point it was the place she feared the most.
Renee, her savior, the man that scared the shit out of her once upon a time. He was her home. She had fallen for the leader of their family, but Mouse was aptly named. Small, timid and quiet was she, making her skilled at spying and stealing. So it was that Renee often gave her the jobs that he felt most important. He was oblivious to her feelings towards him though, of that Mouse was sure. Why would he want to be with her anyways? She was 5'2" to his 6'1". She had short brown hair cut in a choppy pixie fashion and dark brown eyes. Plain. That was the best way that she would describe herself. Her body was rail thin and at first glance most would think her to be about 14 years old as apposed to her actual age of 21.
She had once been thinner, so thin her bones were showing. So close to death laying in an alley, but he found her there and carried her home. Underground. He introduced himself making his deep voice as soft as possible so as not to frighten the already terrified mouse. To anyone just meeting Renee, they would all have reason to be frightened. He had the body of an American football player, and it seemed the broadness of his shoulders were only accentuated by the long black duster that he always wore. Dark and imposing were two perfect definitions for the man.
His head was shaved and a large tribal tattoo swirled with pointed ends on the back of his head just above his neck, but his skin was so dark the ink almost seemed to blend in. But as much as this man looked frightful to her, she learned he was just the opposite with his family. She was his family now and so it was that she got to see his brilliant white teeth flash brightly against the dark lips of his, and each time her heart would melt a little more. Oh how she wished she could let him know how she felt about him, but Mouse was truly a mouse.
With a sigh she reached the entrance to their home and entered, heading straight for Renee's room. She heard his voice call for her to enter after she knocked softly and when she entered the room it was to see him on his phone.
"Tell me everything Kev." She watched him say into the receiver. His face was dark with anger and for the first time in a while Mouse felt fear of Renee. Whatever it was that he had just been told, it was enough to bring out the wrath of Renee.
"The family will be on high alert. Send the images to my email and I will circulate them. Its been awhile since she was with us and we have some new additions that won't know her." He listened for another minute and then gave a curt goodbye before disconnecting.
He looked distracted for a moment before looking at mouse and then flashing her a warm smile. "Mouse, you are safe. Good. I trust the job went well?"
Mouse gave him a timid nod.
"Good." He sat down at his laptop and typed for a few minutes before looking up at her again.
"We have trouble." He said suddenly, causing her to jump slightly.
"Trouble?" She replied softly.
"Its Hermione." He said.
"Is she alright?" Mouse replied. Once long ago she had been jealous of the pretty girl. Renee had a soft spot for the young woman long ago, but after speaking with Hermione about her family she couldn't help but love the young woman as one of her own. Hermione knew of her love for Renee and tried to get her to act on it, but Mouse just couldn't bring herself to do it. So it was then that Mouse realized that it didn't matter if Renee knew or not, she loved him unconditionally and if that meant loving him from afar she would do just that.
"Seems she has gotten herself into a spot of trouble, but with the Princess that is a normal thing I suppose." He chuckled softly. "Kevin sent me her picture and him and Bel are on their way, but for now the family is in charge. I need you to stay with me."
"What do you need me to do?" Mouse asked softly.
"Just stay with me." His black eyes bore into her as she looked at him.
"Of course." She replied softly and took a seat, sitting quietly while Renee waited for news.
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