It was so boring working at a cemetery. When he had first gotten the job, he thought it would be so cool. How many people could say, "I work in a cemetery"? Not many. And the reason behind that fact is because it's so fucking boring. Jack Thomson sat behind the front desk of the main building, lazily flipping through the pages of his magazine. But all of a sudden, the front door went flying off its hinges, breaking the usual silence. The noise scared Jack so much that he had fallen off his chair. Shaking like mad, he lifted his head up to see over the desk. He saw a man with jet-black messy hair walking into the building dressed in the oddest clothes. Looking around the man spotted Jack from his position behind the desk. With a wave of a stick thing, he had Jack floating in mid air. Walking over to him, Jack saw that his man had a look in his eyes that showed that he was angry. Very angry.
"Were can I find information about people buried in this cemetery?" the man growled at Jack once he had reached him.
"In the back room. That's were all the information is." Jack said in a rush prying that this man wouldn't kill him. At his words the man let Jack fall to the floor and started toward the back room. He had reached a door that was to the left of Jacks desk when he stopped and turned.
"I'll have to take you with. Can't have you calling for help before I find out what I need to know." The man said, then he muttered some words Jack couldn't hear, and Jack was floating again, and was drifting to the man. Not looking at Jack he turned and opened the door after pointing his stick thing at the handle. Once they were both inside, the man closed and locked the door, and looked around the room. It was filled with filing cabinets. If he were to look into each one, it would take forever. A soft whimper for the boy he had floating in the air behind him, gave him an idea.
"I need information on the Potter family. Find it for me and I wont hurt you."
The man said, and Jack dropped to the floor. Although, this time, he was dropped lighter and he was able to fall on his feet.
"I, I don't have the keys," Jack said. The man said nothing but pulled from his pocket a set of ten keys. Jack gasp when he saw them, they were John's keys. Had this man killed John?
"Get moving and find me that information!" the man snapped. Taking the keys from the man, Jack began to move through the filing cabinets, looking for the one with a "P" on it. "And I didn't kill the old man if that's what your wondering." He added as Jack continued to look.
"Found it," Jack said. At his words the man hurried to his side. Jack looked at all the keys, picked the right one and brought his hand up to the lock. It was then that he saw his hand was shaking. Once the draw was opened, Jack leafed through the files. The man looked around impatiently as Jack searched. "You, you said the Potters right?" Jack asked as he found the right file and pulled it out. The man garbed it out of Jacks hands and opened the file.
Jack started in inch away from the man as the flipped through the file. Hoping that he would forget about him. He watched as the man skipped several pages and went to the back. When he had reached the last page he stopped and stared at it.
James read the page that he had been looking for. Though it didn't hold information he wanted to see. The paper had said something to the effect that the last two people add to the mausoleum were James and Lily Potter, who had been placed in on November 3rd fourteen years ago. It said nothing about Harry. Turning to look at the boy that worked here to ask a question, he saw that the boy was making his way closer to the door.
"Hey!" James yelled. Pointing his wand that the boy, he made him fly back to James. Once he had reached James, James turned him around so he was looking at the boy in the face. "There's not information on there deaths in here. Did someone take them out?" James asked gripping the boy's shoulders tightly. When the boy shook his head James said, "Where can I find information about there deaths?"
"I don't know. Please Mister, let me go please!" the boy begged.
"Give me a answer and I'll let you go." James said back. He watched as the boy's eyes looked bout wildly while trying to think of where James could get information.
"Maybe, maybe in old newspapers." The boy said hopefully, clearly praying that James would take the answer and leave. At the boys words James felt slightly stupid that he didn't think of that early.
Before James could say or do anything else however, for the second time that day James heard an unfamiliar voice say,
"Drop your wand and step away from the boy!" Sighing, James released his hold on the boy and turned to look at who had spoken this time. This time however, it was not one Auror, but three. The one from before and two others, all of which had their wands pointed at James. When James had let go over the boy he ran away from James. James watched the boy run before turning back to the Aurors. He had still had yet to drop his wand.
"Drop your wand!" One of the Aurors said again. James did not. Then with out warning he fired spells at the three. He got one right away, the second one went down after have two spells fired at him and the last one put up a little fight, much to James' annoyance. But, it didn't take him long at all to finally get him, now having all three Aurors down. Yet again, James did not see the blinking light from their wands.
James walked out of the room; he had to get that boy too. Couldn't have him running to the police or anything. 'Dumb kid.' James thought has he found the boy hiding under his desk. Kneeling down to his leave James said,
"Thanks for your help kid." Then he stunned him. He stood up right and then apperated to Godric's Hollow.
Auror Headquarters at the Ministry of Magic
She hated being in this damn building. She hated having to work for these idiots and with these idiots. The only good thing was that she had a lot of respect and seniority to get away with a lot of shit. God was she bored. There was no work; well no work that anyone would admit was there, to be done.
"Mahoney went out there to check it out, and his stunning alarm went off. So Grisham and Higgins were sent after him, and there alarms went off as well," she heard someone say out side her office. Walking out of her office to see who was talking, she saw that it Tonks and Shacklebolt. They were alright, she liked them more then the others in any case.
"What's going on?" Paige Summers asked the two Aurors. They both turned to look at her, and Tonks smiled at her.
"Wotcher Summers. We were just talking about those new stunning alarms. Bloody annoying things they are when they go off. But any ways, Mahoney was flirting with one of those big-breasted bimbos down in Magical Law Enforcement when they got information on magical use in a muggle area. Not that uncommon thing you know, well the idiot decide to show off and he went to take care of it. Only problem was he got stunned. Then when Grisham and Higgins went after him to see what happened, soon after their stunned alarms go off. And nobody can figure out what the hell's going on." Tonks said. Paige changed her mind. She really did like this girl.
"Where was all this happening?" Paige asked. Tonks and Shacklebolt looked at each briefly, though it was not unnoticed by Paige. "Where did this happen?" she asked again when they still hadn't answered her.
"It happened in a cemetery out in the country." Shacklebolt said.
"If we had guys apparated there we must have a more specific location then that." Paige said. There was something about this that she didn't like.
"It happened inside a mausoleum. The Potter mausoleum." Shacklebolt said in his clam voice. Paige's eyes flashed at the mention of the Potters.
"Someone was in the Potter mausoleum, did magic, and then went about stunning Aurors?" Paige said, her voice sounding dangerous.
"Yes." Tonks replied. Paige turned back into her office, grabbed her cloak, and then turned back to Tonks and Shacklebolt.
"Tell whoever's heading this operation that I'm heading it now." And with that, she disapparated.
A.N-Gasp Who was she and why is she so pissed? Guess you'll just have to wait and see. Wow, that was kinda evil of me. I would like to wish Fiona12690 a happy birthday and I hope you have a good one.
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