Chapter 22: Terminal

While Harry flew to Hong Kong, Draco Malfoy was also in the air, thousands of miles north. Whilst in air, Draco took out his black cell phone that his master had given him. Once out, he dialed four.

The ringer rang…and rang…and rang… On the fourth ring, His master picked up.

"Who is this?" Draco summoned up his courage.

"This is Draco." His boss sounded excited. Draco looked around the empty plane to make sure this conversation didn't look suspicious.

"Ah, Draco. I assume you called to give me good news. You have the source."

"Yes, I have the source. It's peculiar though." His master didn't seem anxious.

"The ring is…different. I'm not sure if it even is a ring sir." Draco looked down upon the golden ring band upon his lap. "There's a triangle encrypted at the bottom with two circles on the top, both equal distances from the pyramid."

"Yes, that's it. Meet me at Heathrow immediately! I will explain everything to you. Then, you shall travel to dark grounds. Prepare yourself to work for theguardians Draco. You shall be honored."

Draco smirked. "Heading there right now sir." He closed his cell. A new wave of anxiety surrounded Draco. His instincts told him to back out of this immediately. His pride, told him to hold out for the long run. He would be rewarded greatly.

Nevertheless, Draco felt waves upon waves of confusion and blank flash across his mind.He was scared.

This ring that he was holding, it contained a powerful aura around it. Draco looked down at his hand.

It was shaking.

Harry's stomach was definitely not made for this type of travel. Folding his hands in his lap, Harry looked down.

"Hong Kong in five minutes!" The pilot yelled from the cockpit. Harry prepared himself for a rough landing.

The plane began to tilt downwards and Harry felt himself being sucked into the Earth. The damn roller coaster descends again. He was definitely going to puke.

The landing went remarkably smooth compared with the descent. The plane turned onto a new pave of airstrip and drove towards one of the hangers. Pretty soon, Harry felt the powerful jets begin to diminish their power. The X-33 jet had stopped completely.

The pilot walked out from the cockpit, beaming at Harry. "Hong Kong, the pride of the China."

The pilot opened the cabin doors, ejecting a foldable steel ladder from the door. Harry slowly unbuckled himself and stood up, stretching. Flying in the X-33 had screwed up his circulation. His blood didn't know where to go, gravity and speed had confused it. Feeling his speeding heart rate slow down, Harry slowly walked towards the door and stepped onto the ladder.

The pilot had an impressed expression on his face. "Looks like you have a welcome party."

Harry walked down the steps and looked in the direction of the Pilot. Harry blinked.

At the opening of the hangar was a whole convoy waiting for him. Two midnight black SUV's waited in a perfectly straight line. The doors were opened. Stepping out from the SUV's, eight fully armed bodyguards appeared, each with dark tuxedos and a buzz cut. Harry realized that they each were wearing shades and wereevidently Caucasian.

The apparent leader of the group, a large, burly man with a bald head stepped forward and greeted Harry with a warm hand. Harry shook it, sensing confidence and power flowing around the man.

"Greetings Mr. Palmer. Welcome to the pearl of China. Me and my men were sent here to guard you against any…unwanted business."

Harry quirked an eyebrow, apparently having already had experience with Lucifer. The large bald man guarded Harry throughout his expeditions around the world meeting with other super-power heads of successful companies around the world.

Lucifer showed no signs of being puny, his mammoth 7-foot frame towered over people, giving them the blunt impression not to mess with him. No one compared to Lucifer in the area of speed and accuracy. This guy was a trained professional, having served with the Marines a decade ago.

Lucifer and Harry shared a bond, giving them the stable trust they needed in each other. They could interpret danger and specify help with the smallest of gestures. When Lucifer sensed something was wrong, 99 his hunch was correct.

Lucifer! So nice to see my personal guard here." Harry shook the mammoth's hand. He had to look up at his guard's face, apparently being several inches shorter than Lucifer. Harry didn't usually look up upon people, his 6'2 frame towered over business powerhouse CEO's. The men Harry met were either short, lazy, or extremely arrogant. Also, as a side fact, they were mostly midgets.

Lucifer glanced amusingly at the X-33 jet. "Nice ride Mr. Palmer." His voice was low and sharp. Harry cringed. He felt his stomach churn again. Lucifer immediately noticed this, looking straight into Harry's emerald eyes for signs of any jetlag or sickness.

The pilot answered. "Mr. Palmer's just a bit airsick. This baby can fly at groundbreaking speeds."

Lucifer barked out commands at his men before patting Harry's back. "The hotel host is especially pleased for your choice in the Peninsula Hotel. He is currently preparing your Suite, top class luxuries." A limousine pulled up right beside Harry. Lucifer beamed.

"Rolls-Royce Limousine, courtesy of the The Peninsula." The driver walked out, a short Asian wearing a crisp black suit. He walked to the side of the long stretched Rolls Royce and opened the passenger doorway. Harry looked at the Pilot who was currently talking on his cell. Noticing Harry's stare, he closed his cell and smiled at Harry.

"Mr. Lee is waiting for me Mr. Palmer, good luck." The pilot jumped back into the X-33. Lucifer tapped Harry on the shoulder.

"Sir, we must leave immediately. Mr. Lee expressed his most blunt concern to get you to The Peninsula A.S.A.P." Harry nodded and proceeded climb into the Rolls Royce Limo. The black leather seat gave Harry comfort as he felt his muscles ease. The Limo driver closed the door.

Lucifer tapped on the tinted windows. Harry slid them down with the press of a button.

"We'll cover you Harry. I'll be in front, while your second entourage will be behind you. I'll meet you at The Peninsula Mr. Palmer."

"Thank you Lucifer." Harry slid up the tinted window. He saw Lucifer bark orders to his men and they all scrambled into their dark SUV's. The Rolls Royce limousine moved forward slowly, picking up speed by the second.

Harry looked around. The whole interior of the limo was completely dark. The driver at the front of the Rolls Royce was not seen. Instead, in its' place was a large flat screened monitor. A few bottles of Champagne were sitting idly in a nearby golden ice bucket. Harry flicked on a switch, causing the limo lights to flare up. Instantly, Harry settled himself for the ride. Harry was just sipping a glass of Champagne when the monitor flicked on. Mr. Lee's face was apparent in the screen as the monitor cleared.

"I hope you're enjoying yourself Harry." Harry flashed Mr. Lee a brief smile.

"Being CEO of a muggle real estate powerhouse is the good life Mr. Lee. My closet of senior advisors carries out all of the work. Everything is in perfect condition sir." Mr. Lee smiled.

"Excellent. Now, for your mission packet. If you look to your left, there's a small cabin on the floor of the limo. See it?" Harry looked to his left and noticed a large safe box. "I want you to type in the following numbers into the keypad." Harry scooted over to the safe box, finding the keypad. "6-1-1-2-5." Harry punched in those numbers. Instantly, the safe box opened.

"You'll find a large brown envelope inside, sealed." Harry grabbed the large envelope and laid it in his lap.

"Do not open it Harry." Harry gave his boss a look of confusion. "I have more important information to brief you on." Harry gave Mr. Lee his full attention.

"Mr. Chang is expecting you tomorrow afternoon upon his yacht, The Golden Pearl. You will meet him in Victoria Harbor, where you'll discuss your negotiations." Harry nodded, negotiations being one of his strong points.

"Also, your wife will be arriving at the airport in two hours. To be right, I'm guessing the time is 7:30 p.m. Hong Kong time. Meet her at the arrivals terminal. Make a good impression. We, as the Elite V, show class and elegance. I don't want some prick walking into the airport wearing baggy jeans and a rough T-shirt picking up an English investigator. That would be a joke upon us." Harry nodded, looking down at his watch. He had roughly an hour till the plane arrived.

"Who is this girl?" Mr. Lee had a blank look upon his face.

"I have no clue Harry." Harry reeled back. There was almost no time in Mr. Lee's life that he had no clue over things. "Someone from the British Ministry of Magic sent an investigator. On the ride back to the hotel, I want you to get to know her Harry. Get close. Remember, if Mr. Chang finds out that his all was an act, you'll have the Chinese Secret Service on your back before you can mutter out 'magic."

Harry nodded again. He was used to pressured situations. Two years of catching and manipulating top ranked criminals did this to him.

"And also." Harry looked back at the screen where Mr. Lee's face was currently residing.

"Don't open that packet until you meet your partner, is that understood?"

"Yes sir." Mr. Lee smiled, his silver eyes sparkling.

"My close friend in New York has finished your custom made suit. The tux will be hanging in your suite cabinet. Oh, and also, enjoy the Peninsula Suite. I heard it was one of the most glamorous and luxurious rooms in the world. Fantastic view I must say." Harry smiled boyishly.

Through all of his travels, Harry became accustomed with traveling luxuriously. "Sir, found out the convict yet?" Mr. Lee's carefree expression graved.

"No Harry, they'll arrive within' the next hour. I'll make sure a full questioning and investigation will occur immediately upon their arrival." Harry nodded.

"Good Luck sir." The monitor blinked for a few seconds before flashing completely off. Harry opened his robes and placed the large envelope inside. The limo was slowing down. Harry looked out the window. Large fountains illuminated the darkening sky as The Peninsula's large tower rose out of the ground, raised proudly in the Hong Kong skyline.

The limo had now stopped completely. The driver climbed out of the limo and proceeded to open the door.

"The Peninsula welcomes you Mr. Palmer." Harry stepped out, his dark, polished shoes tapping on the smooth cement. Only one thought clicked in Harry's mind…wow.

The Peninsula hotel was definitely luxurious. It was a timeless wonder, built in the 1920's. The extravagant style was decked with uncountable high-tech devices to boost visitor satisfaction. Two bell hoppers walked straight to the limo and began to unpack Harry's belongings.

Harry smirked again. Mr. Lee had gone as far as to actually pack Harry's belongings for him and place them within the limo trunk. The guy definitely had the picture. Harry walked inside, flanked by two bodyguards and Lucifer, and approached the front desk.

The check-in registration was quick and clean. Harry signed a form before the hotel host, Mr. Wang, gladlyescorted Harry personally to his suite. Mr. Wang was a tall and professional host to Harry, giving him a private tour of the hotel as they walked among the many extravagant hallways.

Finally, Harry and his crew entered the elevator. After a short ride, the elevator bells rang a short, clear note. Mr. Wang smiled.

"Floor 26, The Peninsula Tower." Harry sighed. Pulling out his room card, he slid it through the slot before the door unlocked. Harry gaped at the sight of the room. He, Harry Potter, has just been made speechless.

Before him, was a perfectly furnished room with a full panoramic view of the harbor. The skyscraper lights dazzled in the darkening sky as yachts in the harbor flowed effortlessly around. Mr. Wang smiled graciously.

"One of the best rooms Mr. Palmer, we hope it fits to your standards." Harry's professionally side came back on. He turned slowly and smiled at the host.

"Excellent taste in room Mr. Wang, I am pleased." Mr. Wang beamed. Then quickly motioning to the two bell hoppers, he gave them a nod. They walked into the room and dropped off Harry's belongings in the master bedroom. Harry had no time to look around the suite. He would do that when he met his wife.

Harry pulled out his wallet and pulled out two, hundred dollar bills before giving them to the two bell hoppers. They bowed graciously and left the room. The host looked confused.

"Mr. Palmer, I'm afraid that I haven't seen your wife." Harry's smile grew.

"That's good, she's supposed to be on her way to Hong Kong this minute. Business meetings in Switzerland, she was at a party back on our ranch." Mr. Wang nodded, fully accepting the comment. He turned to leave the room before turning again.

"If you have any problems, do not hesitate to call the front desk, they will connect me to you personally." Harry thanked Mr. Wang before he left. Lucifer walked into the suite with his two guards. He whistled.

"Powerful view of the harbor." Harry managed a weak smile. Lucifer motioned for his men to leave the room before standing at the door, awaiting Harry's orders. Harry noticed this and stared at the Harbor view.

"Lucifer, prepare the limo and four of your best men. We're going to pick up my wife. Lucifer saluted Harry before walking out, closing the suite door after him."

Harry had roughly less than an hour to get ready and meet his wife at the airport terminal. Wasting no time, he crossed a small briefing room, a gym, and a large bathroom to finally arrive at the master bedroom.

Harry admired the room. It was mammoth. A large, well-furnished King Sized bed lay in the middle with silk sheets and comforters, not to mention white, very fluffy pillows. Harry checked his watch, time was not on his side. Remembering Mr. Lee's conversation on the limo, Harry opened the large cabinet.

There it was, the suit Mr. Lee had made custom for him a few months ago. Harry remembered perfectly Mr. Lee dragging him from a just finishing meeting in New York City to guide him towards the well known tailor. Inside, Harry saw the most expensive sets of suits any man could wear. They were custom made to the finest precision.

Harry had been measured and fitted three times to ensure perfect comfort. The wool was specially imported from Italy. Harry laid out the suit on the king sized bed. He whistled.

William Fioravanti was a master at designing these kinds of suits. It gave Harry the 'power look' that not many men in the world had. It was all black, and was handmade, sewn by the world famous tailor himself.

Harry sported the suit perfectly, covering every inch of his body perfectly. Those measurings proved perfect accuracy on every part. Harry was pleased. Wearing a silk emerald tie and black, polished shoes, Harry was ready to pick up his wife. Checking his Rolex, Harry had roughly half an hour to get to the airport again.

Walking out of the suite door, he motioned for Lucifer to follow. Lucifer looked both pleased and proud that he had a powerful, handsome boss. Throughout the lobby, Harry attracted the attention of almost every female in the room. The suit gave him 'effortless command' as he strode proudly towards the exit. Following him, four fully dressed, mammoth bodyguards following behind.

All the women in the room just stared. Not many men had this much power in the world, unless they were successful, with very deep pockets. The best part, this man sporting the expensive suit was young and good-looking. A very unlikely combination for successful men worldwide.

Laura Grove stood, her eyes transfixed to Harry as he passed. A faint scent of his cologne wafted in her senses. She immediately had the urge to jump him and carry the man to her room, having her way, pleasurably. Being a gorgeous blonde her whole life, Laura rarely stared transfixed at men, it was usually the other way around.

Laura stared at her surroundings, no women in the handsome man's arms, perfect. He was single. She admired the guy's tall, toned frame as that he walked towards the door. Her body screamed at her to make her move but her legs were paralyzed, unable to move a single step.

Four bodyguards trooped after the guy. As he reached the door, the man turned around, smiling at his head bodyguard, an impressive hunk. Laura's mind was too busy thinking about the rich guy to notice anyone else in the room. Laura's glance caught Harry's as the two made eye contact. Those eyes, the most enchanting, beautiful that she ever saw in her life. It was emerald, such an uncommon color. Such a uncommon man. Young, handsome, rich, powerful, every women's dream...

Laura's body tingled with pleasure as Harry noticed her stare and gave her a careless boyish smile that sent Laura's senses on overload. She had to sit down, her legs felt wobbly and weak. Before she could look up again, the man was gone.

Harry climbed into the limo proudly. This suit was well paid for. The best ten grand that he's ever spent. Once he was in the suit and looked at himself in the mirror Harry felt confidence and power flow at high speeds through his body, spreading like wildfire. Harry felt he looked like a million and a half bucks. From the admiring glances of the women in the room, Harry was sure he looked good. He sighed, Mr. Lee was an aristocrat who liked to look good himself. Mr. Lee definitely wanted me to make a good impression.

Lucifer beamed at Harry through the window before climbing into the large black SUV. The driver started the Rolls Royce engines and they were off. Harry was going to pick up his wife.

Ginny Weasley sat upon her chair on jet Boeing 767 headed for Hong Kong. From her window view, she could see the illuminant lights of the skyscrapers coloring the harbor waters with their enchanting light displays. The captain spokeover the speakers.

We will be arriving at Hong Kong international airport in about five minutes. Please buckle your seatbelts and sit tight. We, the British Airways, have hoped that you have enjoyed our flight.

Ginny buckled in her seat belt before shaking awake a drowsy Dudley from beside her. He woke up, rubbing his eyes. The signal for seat belts blinked twice above them.

A whirlwind of thoughts crossed Ginny's mind. Okay, I'm going to pose as someone's wife for the next few days. Better give my best impression. Ginny looked down at what she was wearing. It fit somewhat.

Her long skirt made Ginny look professional and conservative while maintaining an attractive appearance as her long, attractive legs were seen below the skirt. Her white, elegantblouse hugged her curves, letting Ginny have an attractive appearance while not looking like a single women. She was reserved for her husband. Her long, black robes completed her attire, giving her a beautiful, young businesswoman look. Ginny smiled. Dudley had been staring at her for a long time. Her posing husband would have his eyes wide open.

The plane touched down smoothly. Ginny prepared to leave the plane, rolling her suitcase behind her and having robe in hand. She walked out into the busy airport environment, speakers blaring new arrivals and departures while civilians walked fast-paced around the airport.

Ginny was just about to set off towards the baggage claims when a voice was heard calling her name.

She turned around and inwardly groaned. Dudley Dursley was apparently walking very fast to get to Ginny's side. Once he got there, he sighed, panting before trying to regain his breath. Ginny placed her hands on her hips, apparently annoyed at the gesture. Yes, she did enjoy the stares that she got from countless men on the plane but this one was like a rat, never letting you go.

Dudley, having regained his breathing, stood up again before puffing out his chest. His beer belly visibly popping out of his Hawaiian shirt. Ginny tried hard not to stick her tongue out. Dudley had that smile again.

"Look woman. Girls would kill to be with me. I'm giving you a chance that not many have." Ginny was not in the mood to let her anger flow. Quickly processing in her brain a way to get rid of this man, she smirked.

"Mr. Dursley," Ginny shot Dudley a teasing smile. "You're cute (Lie!), but definitely not my type." Dudley, apparently ogling at Ginny's body now that she was standing up, stared back into Ginny's eyes. He seemed desperate for a date. Ginny shot Dudley another teasing grin before flicking her long, beautiful fiery red hair off of her shoulders, walking away towards the terminal exit.

Smooth Ginny, he's now like a puppy dog. Ginny looked behind her shoulder, her trick had done it. Dudley was rejected, but her signals forced the oversized man to follow her. Once she met her husband, Dudley would surely get off of her tail. A wave of anxiety swerved into Ginny's head.

Who was she going to meet? This person in her briefing was rich and powerful, name: Henry Palmer. Ginny cringed, she hoped that this man wouldn't mistreat her. Men this powerful and rich in the world would often abandon their wives totally and usually go out and play endless games of golf with their work executives. They would only come back when…Ginny cringed. Bed.

She walked onto the escalator going down towards the monorail on the next floor. Large advertisements hung overhead as flocks of tourists passed her, heading towards the nearest McDonald's. Ginny's stomach gave an unexpected growl. She hadn't eaten since this morning and she was starving. The airplane didn't serve any good food, giving in to budget cuts. She tried to hold her stomach on drinks.

The monorail cars opened, allowing Ginny to walk into the small train and find a seat. Ginny sat down, crossed her legs, and looked around. Dudley had just gotten into the same compartment as her and was glancing at Ginny every few seconds. Ginny checked her watch, 9:10 p.m. It was getting late. Ginny's body was slowly getting tired from the day's travel. Flying from London to Hong Kong wasn't exactly done in two hours.

The monorail swerved forward at a calm pace. Ginny admired the view from the monorail windows. They were crossing overhead on a passage that connected the two large terminals. To the left and right of the clear passag, stainless glass was built to give the riders an overhead look at the airport. Airplanes of every size and shapes were coasting around. Some getting ready for flight,others getting ready to park beside the terminal.

The monorail reached the other large terminal. Ginny stood up grabbed her suitcase with wheels at the bottom. She silently thanked the style.Ginny remembered her Hogwarts days. Carrying large trunk to and from the school was no easy business.

Ginny reached the immigration terminal. In front of her, there were 20 separate straight lines, all heading towards their own desk. Beside the desks, highly professional officers stood behind high tech computers waiting for visitors to bring out their passports. Ginny dug into her robe pocket, gently scooping up her passport.

Walking to the nearest line, she waited patiently for several minutes before it was her turn.

"Next person." A savvy Chinese officer wearing a white official secret service shirt called from behind his desk. Ginny walked forward, crossing the yellow line and stood to give her passport to the officer behind the desk.

The officer showed not emotion to Ginny. He opened Ginny's passport, looking inside for any sign of it being fake. Finally, he flipped to Ginny's picture where he inserted her ID number onto the computer archives. A picture of Ginny appeared on the computer screen and the officer compared it to the woman's face standing in front of the desk.

With everything in check, the officer asked a few necessary question. "Your reason for coming to China?" His voice wasblankand he was staring at the screen, looking for any criminal records that Ginny might have had.

"Joining my husband to sight-see." Ginny tried to smile. The officer did not look.

"How long?" His voice was low and proportional.

"A week at most." The officer nodded, still studying the computer screen. He stamped the passport and closed it, handing it back to Ginny.

"Enjoy your stay in China." Ginny took the passport and thanked the officer before walking towards the baggage claim. From there, she walked onto another escalator moving underground towards baggage claim.

Dudley was right beside her now. Ginny groaned again. She was eagerly awaiting to see her posed husband so he would get rid of him. Ginny walked faster towards her flight's baggage claim.

Harry walked into the baggage claim, his four bodyguards and his personal guard, Lucifer following closely behind him. The baggage claim area was bustling with people rolling carts around carrying their baggage. Overhead, large advertisements for toothpaste shone brightly in their bright white and yellow banners. Large florescent lights shone down, leaving the white tiles gleaming.

Harry groaned. He had no idea who his wife would be. No picture, no descrition. He had surely expected Mr. Lee to prepare him a briefing pamphlet of the girl. Mr. Lee surprised Harry even more, he also had no idea. Harry walked to the center of the large atrium, shoved his hands into his pockets, and began to look earnestly around. Harry glanced at his watch. 9:15 p.m. Surely his assigned partner didn't leave without him. That would leave him amok in mess.

He ordered his bodyguards to pick spread out and look for her. Lucifer stalled around Harry, making sure nobody suspicious was looking at Harry the wrong way.

Harry had to add a bit of his last touch. Using his wandless magic, Harry summoned a rose to appear in his hand. A single red rose.

Ginny scanned the surrounding area for her husband. She started to worry. Her boss didn't give her any type of picture to go by. She worried that this man might forget her at the airport and leave her here. Rich, powerful men have busy schedules, there was a high chance that the scenario might happen.

Ginny looked around again, with Dudley tagging behind annoyingly. Her eyes landed on an extremely attractive man in the middle of the room. He was wearing an expensive suit that just screamed 'power' and 'money'. Looking around, she noticed that the man was the center of attention for just about every woman in the large baggage claim area.

Her eyes refocused on the attractive man. He was apparently searching for someone. Something inside Ginny told her that she recognized this person. The man's head was turning towards her direction as he scanned the room. What Ginny saw would paralyze her. The first thing that registered in her brain. Emerald Eyes. Then dark, messy hair that gave him an extremely attractive look.

Ginny was piecing together the clues until she came upon one final conclusion. No Way! She thought. Her first instinct came.

"Harry!" Harry turned in the direction of the voice. When he saw Ginny, he nearly flipped. She looked attractive in one of the ways that turned Harry on the most. She looked almost shy, which was something Ginny didn't do much.

Ginny tried to control herself from drooling upon the sight of Harry. Secretly, she always had that extremely soft spot in her heart for extremely attractive men in expensive suits and nice, polished offices. An inner beast woke inside her, an animalistic instinct. Ginny had that extreme urge to crawl across that desk and straddle Harry in that chair. Really she told herself, I'd like to straddle him anywhere.

Suppressing those urges down, Ginny walked quickly towards Harry. Harry's expression showed surprise along with happiness. His emerald eyes twinkling under his messy dark hair. Ginny's legs felt weak as she ran towards Harry, arms outstretched, her suitcase left behind.

Harry motioned for Lucifer to grab Ginny's suitcase as he gently held out his red rose. Ginny didn't seem to notice as she ran full speed towards Harry and crushed him into a fierce hug. Harry was momentarily shocked before returning the hug. She was warm and slender. Harry got a small whiff of Ginny's perfume. Her hair smelled of fresh tropics.

Ginny had to let go of Harry before her body tempted her to do anything else. That cologne Harry had on had Ginny feel warmer all of a sudden. She turned around and saw Dudley walking quickly towards her, anger and jealousy evident in his brown eyes. Ginny momentarily felt scared. Realizing Harry beside her, she grinned widely.

She snuggled up into Harry's tall and strong side, evidently seeking his protection as she looked at Dudley from behind Harry's arm.

Harry stepped forward, realizing who this person was walking towards them. "Dudley!" Harry extended his hand. His eyes showed surprise, shock, and a tinge of anger evident from his adolescent days. Harry suppressed those feelings down, he was a gentleman and the airport was no place to brawl.

Dudley shook the hand roughly before stepping back, taking a good look at Harry. His 5'8 frame was nothing compared to Harry's 6'2 as his fists balled up. Harry stiffened, placing his body to protect Ginny.

Dudley was just about to strike when a large, strong hand clasped upon his shoulder. He looked back, before jumping.

Harry inwardly smirked. "Lucifer, take care of him would you?" Lucifer glared at Dudley from atop his 7-foot frame. Lucifer cracked his knuckles.

"With pleasure sir." Dudley gulped, looked at Lucifer, and quickly fled the scene, cursing under his breath.

With all the commotion ending, Harry turned towards Ginny. My god Harry thought, she looks beautiful. She stood with an accessible poise and showed self-confidence that Harry seldom saw in the women he met. That being, most of the women Harry saw were either fugitives or flocks of fans, star struck.

"Ginny! Wow!" Ginny smiled shyly up at Harry. Truthfully, Harry was the last person she expected to see here, but the one person who she couldn't be happier to be her husband. Even if it was pretend. Ginny looked around at the jealous stares of the many women in the terminal. She ignored them, Harry was hers for the weekend.

Then something clicked in her mind. Her hope went down the drain. She was supposed to meet Henry Palmer, not Harry Potter. Her spark of excitement disappeared.

Harry noticed this unusual sadness in Ginny. "What's wrong Ginny?"

Ginny almost cried. "I'm supposed to meet someone whose name is Henry Palmer Harry. Oh I really wish he were you." Tears were welling in Ginny's eyes. She had been in heaven when she saw Harry. Now, those hopes had been stripped away from her. Spending a whole week with someone she didn't know at all.

Harry chuckled. Inwardly, Ginny was confused. What is he laughing at, is he glad?

"Ginny, Henry Palmer is me." Ginny looked up into Harry's eyes, trying to search his face features for the truth. A small sign of hope erupted inside her.

"Harry, this is no time to joke around." Harry stopped and gave Ginny a serious look.

"I'm serious. Henry Palmer is my muggle name." Harry took out his wallet and showed Ginny his credit card. Ginny's face turned from sad, to surprised, and then pure joy. She was in pure bliss.

Harry shoved his wallet back down into his tux pants and handed the red rose to Ginny. "For my beautiful wife." Ginny's emotions were in a whirlwind. She launched at Harry and hugged him tightly, having the extreme urge to never let go.She was just about to kiss Harry but composed herself. If she started to kiss Harry, she had the faint instinct that she wouldn't stop with a small peck. Pretty soon, Harry would be shoved against a wall with Ginny pressing herself against him tightly, snogging passionately.

Harry let go of Ginny, who was feeling a strong tingling feeling swell up, to motion for his bodyguards to walk towards him.

"Guys, I want you to meet my wife, Mrs. Henry Palmer." Harry gently lifted Ginny's right hand and kissed the back of it tenderly. Ginny felt her face flush as the back of her hand tingled.

Once Ginny's belongings were taken, Harry escorted Ginny towards the Rolls Royce limousine, where they both climbed in.

Funny Ginny thought as she sat down on the comfortable black leather, I would always dream that I was married to Harry Potter. Ginny inwardly smiled as she snuck a few glances at Harry. This weekend will be interesting.

Harry smiled at Ginny once the driver closed the door. "We have much to discuss."

Thousand of miles away in another country, three men discovered what would curse the world in the next few days.

"Captain! Look at this place! This tomb is just loaded with gold and invaluable riches!" The captain looked around, surprise evident in his face.

"Park, Lowe, we need to tell Gringotts about this. They would pay us well for all of this." Excitement loomed around the huge chamber.

The company of three walked out of the newly discovered tomb. Right before they walked out, a large stunning spell zoomed towards them, knocking all three of them unconscious.

A lean figure clad in dark and purple robes walked towards the three.

"I must thank you three," Draco drawled. "We have been searching for this hidden tomb for centuries." Draco opened his cell.

"I'm in." White Fang cackled in the phone.

"Excellent, keep the victims. We will be using them as bait later." Draco felt confused at these commands but followed the actions nonetheless. He was proud to be part of the ancient organization. His strict orders were to obtain key items from this tomb.

Then, Draco's silver eyes darkened, the world will experience the true power…

Author's Notes: I have to say, I'm terribly sorry for the wait. It's the Easter Holidays and school is starting soon. Next few chapters will be entertaining. Ginny and Harry. That would be amusing.The easter bunny, I have to ask.How in the world they they think of that? Kids frolicking around on open grass trying to search for colored eggs. I strictly remember one of my experiences. Picking up an egg, I opened it to find a neatly folded twenty dollar bill. That day, I learned a lesson. I was around 7. You can find the most surprising rewards in the smallest of objects.Okay, enough talking gibberish. Review and tell me what you think! Happy Easter! I'm off to watch my sister pick eggs. Exciting, I know.

Thank you all who have reviewed on this story. You're the fuel to my fire.

-Apac