It was raining. The sky over London was practically black. The drops of rain fell from the sky as tiny bullets. And the wind blew away everything that was left in the streets. The occasional lightning put some light in the darker and more dangerous part of London. The streets here were dirty and even that kind of rain couldn't wash away the writings on the buildings done by some street kids who had nothing better to do. The dark alleys which were usually filled with drug dealers and drunken hobos were now empty. No one in their right minds would be out in this weather. Lightning struck again. A lone figure lying on the pavement was revealed.

Raziel slowly opened his eyes and shuck his head. Then concentrated on his senses to see where he was. Without raising his head he knew he was in the middle of London. He saw the sound the rain makes when it hit something. He also saw the energies that were flowing thru these buildings. He felt electricity in these buildings. And he saw the life energy of people. God it felt good not to fell red and black energies everywhere like he did in hell.

He slowly got up and cursed himself for being completely wet. With a wave of his had he summoned his demonic power of heat and dried himself instantly. It was still raining so he cast a charm on himself that would prevent rain from touching him. He put a hand in his pocket and pulled out the envelope his master had given him earlier. He had to think about his master but not now and not here. He opened it. After sorting thru the deeds documents and such he found the closest place he owned. It appears he ended up in this end of London not without a purpose. One of his houses is located here. He started to walk down the street.

Finally he reached house that by the documents he owned. It was painted in black but the paint and some peaces of the wall were fallen off the door was old and rotten. In other words it was just like any other house on this street. But Raziel knew better. He saw many powerful wards hexes and charms protecting this house. Some of them weren't even human nature. He smiled. Yes his master did a very good job. He went up the stairs and when he reached the door all the protection acknowledged him and the door simply melted out of the way. Harry rolled his eyes. Sometimes his master did too much for his own good. He stepped thru the door. Once he was in the wards sealed themselves and the door was back in its place.

The inside of the house was very nice. The floor was cowered with dark blue and red carpets the walls were wooden and hade some pictures to them. But one thing got his attention more than the others. The carpet in the hall had silver emblem on it. It was two reapers crossed together and a sand clock on top. It was just too much! How could this be secret hideout if he was showing off like that. Come on melting doors and emblems on the carpet. Death was defiantly a showoff.

The other thing that Harry noticed was that the place wasn't entirely magical. He felt electricity surge in the walls and the light came from simple lamps in the sealing. He decided to do some exploring.

The house had five floors. There was a kitchen fully equipped with muggle tools for cooking. There were three simple and one master bedroom. He did like the bed it was very big and soft. There was dining room with big flat screen TV and big couch. There was a big study with copies of books that he seen or read in hell. There was a big wooden table with a computer on it. It was lucky that one of the things he was thought was muggle technology. He found a training room on the top floor fully equipped training dummies and all kind of weapons. There was a couple of holding cells and a potion lab in the basement which was surprisingly big. While exploring the dungeons he found a secret door leading to what seemed to be weapon room. It had everything Harry might eventually need. Different guns boxes of ammo swords daggers explosives dangerous dark artifacts. There was a shooting range and work table. There even was an equipment to make bullets.

After looking around and deciding that it was a god place for him to stay he tuck of his coat his shoes shirt and gloves. He decided to make himself a snack and then go to bed. He had to sort everything out tomorrow. After taking his shirt off he looked at his right arm and started admiring his tattoo. It was rather spectacular but scary at the same time. It begun at his back and went thru his all right arm and ended at the wrist. It showed something like thousands of soles in great pain and suffering and on top of it there was a big and strong chain wrapped around his arm. But to Raziel it was more than just tattoo. It was his most deadly weapon. (A/N: If you think I'm going to tell what this weapon is until first battle scene then DREAM ON!)

He went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Somehow he wasn't surprised when he saw it completely stuffed with food. After quick snack he went straight to bed and passed out.

He woke up next day about six in the morning and after extending his senses thru the window and seeing the storm still out there he pushed himself up from the bed and went to the shower. While standing under the stream of hot water he thought what to do.

He knew he had to take Voldemort out first because the old man is too valuable to loose first. If he did take on the old man first he would give the Dark Idiot green light to take over. And then it would bee too hard to ice him. On the other hand even now he needed troops to back him up. He was very powerful but even he couldn't take on every death eater and member of the Order by himself. Even if he would work in the shadows taking them out the way he was thought to operate he still needed men to do some other jobs because there was just too much of the enemy to handle by himself.

He could always try to recruit some in Knockturn alley but he thought that it was mostly controlled by death eaters. And even if he found some he still needed to teach them stealth and using their brains instead of just wands. No it would simply take too long. He needed skilled assassins not a bunch of mindless morons who couldn't do anything without his command.

And suddenly it hit him. Why on earth he had to hire humans when there were creatures much more powerful and skilled. He could hire a clan of vampires. They could be his strike force. They were fast merciless and as he remembered his master once told him that they always worked for apprentice of death if he called for them. He had to contact them as fast as he could. Then he did need some elite group which would act as his bodyguards and most skilled warriors. He honestly didn't know who to turn because he could think of no one good enough. While vampires would act as strike units that could make quick hits on targeted locations eliminate everyone there and retreat back into the shadows he needed some more powerful beings that could deal with more gentle matters such as assassinations infiltration and protection.

He stood about an hour in the shower but still couldn't think of anyone who could satisfy his demands. So he decided to dry himself and go look into the library. Once he was in the library he so someone who he has completely forgot. Sebastian was standing on the table calmly looking at him and the ever-present cold mist around him. Raziel simply greeted him and went to look for books about magical creatures.

After a while he cursed himself because he couldn't find anyone good enough. He fell into the chair and closed his eyes. "Maybe vampires would be enough?" He thought.

At that moment something heavy fell on the ground. Without opening his eyes under blindfold he extended his senses and saw that a very large book was on the ground. It probably fell from one of the top shelves. He got up to put it back when he noticed that it was opened. Raziel took it and read. The page was about some ancient society called The Black Rose. It said that their power came not from their numbers or magical strength. It came from ancient and powerful creatures that they were thought to summon. The ritual required so much power that one member could only summon one of them or sometimes two. But the creatures were loyal beyond imagination and were very skilled in weapon fighting and their own brand of magic. Also they were almost impossible to kill since they weren't technically alive. The only known location of this society was in Russia. There was even a map where their sanctuary was located. "Well it's worth a shot!"

After going to the basement and grabbing some of his tools of work (which mostly considered of guns daggers and swords) and placing all around his body he walked up and grabbed his black coat and gloves he put them on and went thru the door.

The storm was still raging so he simply walked outside and with the swish of his cloak disappeared.

Inside his newfound home the book which was lying on his table opened with a couple pages torn out by Harry. Suddenly a figure stepped out of the shadows walked straight to the book and picked it up. Its two dark voids where eyes should be looking at it. With a smile it put the book back where it belonged. Turning around it stopped and looked into the book again lying harmlessly in the pot bookshelf. "I wonder how many..." man whispered to himself with the small smile before melting into the darkness.

TBC…

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