Notes: Another new one! (yey!) So, if you missed the last two episodes of my oddly fantastic story - Harry killed Voldemort, Bellatrix is convinced she has some way to bring him back, yada yada yada... So this is about 19 years since my last story, if I did the math right. Enjoy kiddies!
A dark house sat alone on a road. Inside, one light burned. There was a knock at the door. A small man with dark hair answered. "Yes, Petty and Barton. You are a bit early."
A tall, dark,powerful looking man entered, followed by a smaller woman. "There's no point in waiting. Better get the information out while we can," the man said, entering.
"Yes, Mr. Petty. And Ms. Barton." The woman entered as well. The three of them sat at a table with the light in the middle.
"So, what news?"Petty said, anxious to get the information.
"Bellatrix is convinced that she's found a way," the small man said.
"Yes, we know that," Barton said. "But what way is it? I'm sure she's explained it to you."
"She's found a spell, something just recently invented. Similar to the one they used to bring him back before. You know, the right hand of the servant and blood of the enemy, all that. But they need other blood this time."
"Interesting," Petty said. "Where'd she find it?"
"I'm not sure. In a book."
"It's a published spell?" Barton asked.
"No - I believe the book is just a list of spells, never meant to get out."
"Oh, I see."
"Who's blood?" Petty asked.
"That's what she has yet to tell us. It will be a very important mission though. Obviously it is a very difficult person to get at."
"Blood of the enemy..." Petty thought out loud. "It would have to be something from the enemy still, just in a different form."
"Yes, most likely," Barton said.
There was another knock at the door. The small man looked at both of them. No one else was supposed to be invited to the party... He got up slowly and went to the door, peeking out. A man and a woman stood outside. "Who are you?"
"Petty and Barton, you stupid piece of..." Petty barged in the door and looked at the two sitting at the table. Everyone was obviously confused.
The woman at the table stood up quickly and whipped out her wand. "Petrificus totalus!" she bellowed. The small man fell over. The man at the table stood up as well and shouted "Stupefy!", managing to hit both of the others at once. The two of them walked to the door, signaling to the others to come closer. A group of aurors came to get the three death eaters.
"Two in one," the woman said, "Good shot." In better light her hair looked more curly and frizzy.
"You weren't too bad yourself, 'Barton'." The two of them walked away to apparate. It was very late at night, or very early in the morning. Harry yawned. "I'm getting too old for this."
"Oh, come on. You're still young in wizard years. Plus, I'm older than you, so if you're old..."
"Yeah, okay. They had to pick tonight to do this, when we have to wake up early the next morning."
"Concider yourself lucky to be able to sleep in any day. I'm up at five AM every day."
"You picked a winner with Ronnykins." Hermione shoved him lightly. "You know it's true."
"We should get home and get some sleep, while we can, or we'll both be zombies tomorrow in Diagon Alley."
"Yep, see you in a few hours." They both apparated to their own houses.