"Please, spare me! I beg you!" The man said, cowering in the corner of an alley.

"Sorry, business is business," I said. I fired three times, once to the head, and twice to the chest. It's the most efficient and quickest way to kill.

"You do know we wanted him alive, correct?" A voice said behind me. I turned, only to come face to face with Draconis, Talosmos Rex's right hand man and police chief.

"Posters said dead or alive. No way in hell am I dragging a live wizard anywhere. Dead can't hurt me," I said. I was also saving my victims from a worse fate. Especially the women.

"Fine, but it's a lower bounty," Draconis said. He flipped his white hair out of those yellow eyes of his, making me think of old shampoo commercials.

"Posted bounty, or I keep the body, and raise it. All that information..." I said, looking at it like I had a plan. Thing is, I'm a squib. That's right, no magic. But no one knows that. They think my little bombs are my spells, cast with a hidden wand.

"Fine. Bring the body to the station. I may still have uses for it." Draconis leered at it, like a man sizing up a piece of meat.

"Gay and a Necropheliac? Now I understand why the king likes you so much," I muttered. I have a hunch that the knig is some undead creature, but I had no proof.

I carried the body to the station, were I received my pay. I figure, money earned is better than being dead.

"Was he part of our resistance?" The shadowy figure asked. I had reported to the resistance several days after, to give them part of the bounty, and to fill them in on the happenings of the world around them. I was always questioned by the same four people, who were constantly in the shadows.

"Nah, some government official that saw too much," I said.

"Anything interesting?" one asked.

"Nope. Just witnessed some torturing, murder, that kind of thing,"

"And the bounty?"

"Right here. Minus my cut, of course," I said, throwing the bag to them. One of the figures leaned out and caught it with one hand, easy as pie. If it was still legal, I would have said he was a Seeker for the best Quidditch team out there. "It's all there. Stayed in my possession for two days, just in case."

"Thank you Angel. This will go towards the new wizarding school," a feminine shadow told me. I laughed.

"Like that'll work. Draconis's men are combing the streets for any unloyal wizards. Which reminds me…Luna Lovegood has a bounty out. Someone saw her buying a copy of some magazine. Five hundred galleons."

"Harry! Five-" One shadow blurted out.

"Shut up!" another hissed

"Heh, thought so. Harry and Ginny Potter, and Ron and Hermione Weasley. The leaders of the resistance movement. Huge bounty. Four million each." I said.

"If we could turn Luna in without killing her…or one of us…"one, I guess Hermione, thought.

"Losing Luna wouldn't be to bad…" Ron piped up.

"Why not turn all of you in? Use a simulacrum, and we can live like Talosmos himself," I said.

"What's a Simulacrum?" Harry asked suspiciously. I understood. Simulacrums are one of those American spells, and it's not well known even there. Simulacrums are like living dolls, in the shape of the caster. If they turned in simulacrums, they'd have enough money for American mercenaries. Maybe even a Wizard Slayer or two.

I explained what a simulacrum was, and we agreed that we'd turn the simulacrums in the next day. I had failed to tell them that simulacrums only last for two hours tops. I figured that by the time they had expired, I'd be well on my way to Guam, or Rio.

I picked up my guns, put on my custom Kavlar and Dragon skin vest, and walked off to prepare everything.