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John Dawlish was an expert auror. He had held his position all throughout the rise and fall of the Dark Lord so when the Minister of Magic said that he had a mission for him involving a secret inquiry into the muggle capital Dawlish accepted knowing that he would be more than capable of finding out more information on this General Esdeath. Dawlish was so confident that he wanted to refuse a partner on this mission, but the Minister had insisted.
For this mission Dawlish found himself paired up with a young rookie named Banks who looked like he was fresh out of his schooling at Hogwarts. The boy had short blonde hair, nervous looking eyes, and was quite skinny. Dawlish had to admit that even though the boy was still relatively green, he did pick up on things quite quickly. On the downside Banks was quite the talker. Dawlish reasoned it must be because the boy was nervous.
"So this is the place?" Banks asked as he took a look around the courtyard that they had apperated into.
"The outside of it," Dawlish told him in a low voice. "And keep your voice down. We don't wan't to be seen."
"Right. Right sorry," Banks apologized. "Should we put disillusion charms on ourselves? Just to play it safe."
"Fair point," admitted Dawlish as the two of them put their wands to their heads and muttered the incantation. Dawlish felt a sensation like an egg had been cracked over the top of his head, and the yolk was running down all over his body letting him know the charm had taken effect. While the charm wasn't as effective as an invisibility cloak since their bodies would blend into the environment and would ripple a little as they moved, it should still be more than enough to sneak past a few muggles.
Walking through the courtyard the duo came upon a locked door. With a nonverbal alohomora Dawlish unlocked the door and the two went inside to find themselves in a dark hallway. Using their wands to create light would be too risky so they opted to hug the wall and hope it would lead them to a lit corridor. Nearing the end of the dark hall was another door, this one unlocked. Dawlish peaked his head out just enough to check if anyone was nearby.
To the left there was what appeared to be a child wearing very expensive garments as well as a crown being escorted by a tall blonde man with a cape. "We head right," Dawlish whispered to Banks. Once the two figures were out of sight the two aurors headed in the opposite direction. This corridor at least had light, but so many doors. Which one should they even go in? Which would have the information that they needed?
"Should we see if there is some kind of library?" Banks whispered a little too loudly for Dawlish's taste.
"Shhh! Voice down."
"Sorry," Banks apologized once more as the two continued down the hall. Nearing the end they came across a set of double doors. "What do you reckons in there?"
"One way to find out," Dawlish told him as he cracked the door open just a pinch to look inside. The room was empty. Dawlish ushered Banks inside so the two could begin searching. The room they were currently in resembled some kind of library, so Dawlish hoped they would be able to turn up something.
Dawlish began reading off titles of books looking for anything military related that might contain information on the General. So far all he was able to find were books that dealt with the history of the Empire. "Sir I think I found something," Banks said standing next to a desk. Dawlish walked over to see what book was laying on the desk. Description of Imperial Arms, was the title. Dawlish had no idea what an Imperial Arm was but he opened it to find drawings of various weapons.
"Muggle weapons?" Dawlish asked. "Why waste our time with this? There are surely nothing compared to our magic."
"Read more," Banks insisted. Dawlish let out a small sigh as he continued to read. Created by the first Emperor, Imperial Arms or Teigu, as they are sometimes referred to, are weapons of great power. Made with the parts taken from various danger beasts, as well as other rare materials, Imperial Arms are capable of laying waste to entire platoons of ordinary soldiers. Apart from being insanely powerful some Imperial Arms posses what is known as a trump card which can grant the user a unique ability or power.
Could this really be true? Could the muggles really posses such power? If this was true then the Minister had to know. Muggles were too ignorant to be in possession of weapons such as these.
"While you were reading I found this as well," Banks said as he placed another book on the desk. This one contained a list of names. Scrolling down the list Dawlish saw names like Akame, Kurome, Tatsumi, and various other names of people who possessed Imperial Arms. Then he spotted it: the name of General Esdeath. This was it. This was exactly what they needed. Dawlish grabbed a pen and paper and began to copy down the necessary information. If he were to take the books with him someone would surely notice that they were missing and that would be cause for concern. Deciding to play it safe Dawlish made the paper into a one way portkey that would go to the Ministry in thirty minutes in the chance they were not out by then. It would leave even if no one was touching it.
"This is good," Dawlish told Banks. "Now let's get the hell out of here." Banks nodded as he checked to make sure the coast was clear.
Walking back through the darkened hallway the two aurors opened the first door they encountered and were bathed in the sun's rays once again. Banks and Dawlish disillusioned themselves and were about to disapperate when a deep voice spoke from behind, "I thought I sensed a presence before but I wasn't sure until you just revealed yourselves just now." This was bad. A muggle had seen them use magic, now there was only one thing left they could do.
Dawlish looked at Banks who gave a small nod with his nervous looking eyes. Banks drew his wand, turned around and said, "Obliv-," that was all Banks managed to say before an armored clad elbow made contact with his nose instantly breaking it.
The force at which Banks was hit sent him flying back a good ten feet where his body hit a tree and slumped down, knocked out.
Dawlish turned to look at Banks assailant to find it was the same man he had saw walking down the hall upon their arrival, and Dawlish realized that the man was much bigger than he had originally seemed now that he was up close. "It appears that a few rats have made their way inside," the giant of a man said as he towered over Dawlish. "It doesn't matter, you will be dealt with soon enough." Dawlish barely had time to dodge the massive fist that was sent his way, but his auror training seemed to kick in at the last second as he rolled out of the way.
"You're faster than your friend," the blonde man said. "But that will not be enough to save you."
Dawlish fired off a volley of spells that the man dodged with speed that was impossible considering his size and the fact that he was clad in armor.
After a few more minutes the man threw off his cape as it seemed to be becoming a hindrance, to reveal his muscular form clad in heavy armor. Firing off an incarcerous spell in the hopes of trapping the man so he could erase his memories, Dawlish was surprised to see the man catch the ropes that shot from his wand and rip them in half like they were nothing.
What was more surprising was that lightning seemed to be coming off from the man's gauntlets. Wait, Dawlish thought, is that one of those Imperial Arms? Dawlish's question was answered when a torrent of lightning came shooting at him. Dawlish barely got his shield charm up in time as the lighting hit.
It was taking all of Dawlish's energy to keep the shield up, but the lightning just kept on coming. The muscular man didn't seem tired or winded at all. Eventually Dawlish's strength began to fade and so too did his shield. The lightning overcame the shield and Dawlish was blasted back by a large shockwave. Much like Banks Dawlish went flying through the air and hit his head on a tree.
The last thing Dawlish saw before his vision faded to black, was that of his paper falling from his robes and folding in on itself as it sent itself back to the Ministry.