A/n: Sorry Pen2Paper but as you will see it is Not Draco (cries of owwwhhhh from random females in the crowd, wait what the fk are they doing outside my house?) Also did you steal those quote thingies from my bio (does ebil stare of doom . any ways I have to go now, my order from (www . villain supply . com )has just arrived BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA now I must retire to my ebil secret volcano base inside mount Etna that no one will ever know about NO ONE I TELL YOU!!!!!

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PUT YOU FAITH IN THE MOOSELORD

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THE MOOSELORD PROTECTS

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By order of the grand high moose: The mooselord does not exist and anybody/bodies mentioning the aforementioned moose will be ex… (Gun shots)

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Suddenly the man stiffened as a long, sharp looking knife was drawn across his throat.

"One move and you're a dead man"

Behind her attacker stood a pale skinned man, his greasy black hair hung down to his shoulders.

Her attacker dropped his knife but the pale skinned man didn't relax his grip on the knife.

"You will turn around and go home you will not remember this encounter and you will not ever attempt anything like this again."

The man shrugged and walked off as if in a daze. The pale skinned man turned his face to her.

"Return to your home. Forget this ever happened. Your time will come."

Hermione nodded, still in shock over what just happened. The man used her astonishment to her advantage, taking the initiative and disappearing into the night.

It was only then that Hermione realised the rain had stopped. She got up and slowly began to walk home. After the events of the day she needed some rest.

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The night air was cold as Jimmy Sullivan surveyed the streets around him. He and his partner Marco had been sent here by the boss to confirm a deal. Titan had offered the boss a large amount of crack cocaine in exchange for a strangely small sum of money and this would be when the deal would be confirmed.

By tomorrow, this stuff would have hit the streets and the boss would make sure they were very rich men. However Jimmy was a veteran of bad deals and never came out unprepared, under his coat he carried a pair of desert eagle pistols. Marco was slimily armed, this time with a powerful 12-gauge pump action shotgun. Neither was taking a chance.

The sound of an engine startled Jimmy from his thoughts as a black Mercedes drew close, before coming to a halt a few feet away. The doors opened and 2 men stepped out, the fourth staying in the car. One of the men leaned against the car and lit a cigarette while the other 2 walked over to him and his partner, the shorter of the two carrying a similar weapon to Marco's.

"You got the money?"

"Yeah."

"Good"

"You got the goods?"

"Im afraid that we unfortunately did not have the means to transport such a large amount of the substance and wish you to tell your boss to arrange a proper method of transport."

"Then Sir Titan will have to wait before he can get his grubby little hand son the bosses money"

"Oh really?" the man reached into his jacket and Jimmy tensed, prepared to draw his pistols at a moments notice.

"Sir Titan wishes you to give your boss this" the man slowly drew out a sealed envelope and handed it over to Jimmy who put in inside his top jacket pocket

A gunshot rent the air and Jimmy fell back against his car, blood trickling from the wound. Marco gapped at the smoking pistol in the tall mans hand, his letter drawing ploy had worked and the men had not noticed him drawing the pistol with his over.

Marco swung his shotgun towards the men and let loose a series of point blank shots into the men in front of him, the taller man fell dead while the shorter one with the shotgun dropped to his knees as he clutched his side. The smoking man by the car had now dropped his cigarette and in its place he now held a large silver pistol. Marco leapt out of the way as two loud barks emitted from the muzzle, blowing the front passenger door of the car to shreds. Marco came up and fired but his aim was bad and only succeeded in clipping the mans thigh. The man swore and levelled his gun towards Marco, Marco cocked the slide and took aim at his opponent, all was still as the two men faced off.

Movement caught his eye ad Marco turned to see the driver had slipped out of his car and was also pointing a pistol at Marco. His blood ran cold as he saw the two mens grins before they let rip. Bullet after bullet smashed into Marco as he keeled over. The sound of footsteps reached his ears as he saw above him the looming shape of his counterpart, shot gun raised at his head. Marco offered a quick prayer as the slide was drawn back.

However before the trigger could be pulled the man was startled by the sound of sirens as a pair of police cars came into view lights ablaze. The men ran too their car and began to drive away. As life crept away from him, Marco weakly pushed himself off the ground. His face twisted into a feral, animalistic grin as h let loose a series of shots blowing the drivers head clean off and sending the car careening into the side of a nearby house, demolishing the wall before coming to rest. His shotgun now empty, Marco crawled over top Jimmy's unmoving form. His hands reached down and drew out one of his friends deadly pistols and aimed it at the wreck of the car, the door was opening and the face of his killer stared shocked at him from the inside of the car.

Marco with a professional ease cocked the gun and aimed at the cars rear, the mans expression changed from one of rag to one of frightful realisation as he realised what the man was going to do. Marco depressed the trigger and a 9mm bullet flew from the muzzle, the bullet twirled gracefully through the air before coming to an abrupt end in the petrol tank of the wrecked Mercedes.

An explosion lit up the small town that could be seen for miles.

And at the epicentre of it all, a young girl screamed.

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Hermione had been awoken by the sound of gunshots, at first she had thought it was her fathers TV but then she realised that the sound was far too close. She cautiously sat up and peeked outside her window and caught site of a man laying keeled over next to the pavement behind him was a bullet wracked old red ford Anglia that reminded her of the time Ron and Harry had nearly been expelled for flying onto the Hogwarts grounds in one. However Mr Weasleys bad decorating talent had not included a dead body and a smear of blood. Upon seeing this Hermione through her hands to her face in shock. She was about to run to her parents when a police car zoomed into view. The men ran to the car and started the engine but the wounded man on the floor had already fire of a shot and seemingly killed the driver. Hermione screamed as the car careened of and crashed into the wall below her. She fell to the ground, disorientated, just as she was about to stand a huge explosion sent her flying straight through the window. Her unconscious body smashed hard into the cheap metal roof of the ford and she laid still.

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