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Chapter 5: 12 Grimmauld Place

Somehow, Doujima lost track of her life and her duty to Solomon over the last two hours. She was inexplicably lost. For more than a year, she had fooled everyone into thinking she was a spoiled brat who received this job from lineage rather than talent. Frankly, some of it was true, but she was also hired to spy on Zaizen and his production of orbo.

She understood that the assignment would be of considerable length. To gain the trust of all of the hunters and the boss would take time. Initially, she planned to seduce the team leader and get him to talk, but two seconds in the same room with Amon blew that idea out of the water. Amon also didn't seem to know what the orbo was made up of or what Zaizen intended to use it for.

Unluckily for her, Amon was untrusting of everyone, and he was the only direct link to Zaizen. She rarely saw the boss when she was at work, and he was impossible to track. Getting Chief Kosaka to hook her up in a meeting with Zaizen would be a problem seeing as a) the chief hated her and b) it would have ruined her persona as the lazy brat.

Now everything was catching up with her. She had been so surprised by the turn of events with Zaizen that she failed to put on a performance of her own. Amon did not miss her slip up and approached her in the alleyway when they were dumping Zaizen off to a safer place.

At some point, Amon already had more than an inkling that she was a spy for the main headquarters. She ended up telling him that Zaizen was the only one she intended to betray and that the other hunters were her friends who should not worry about her loyalty to them. Similarly to every other suggestion or comment she's ever given Amon, he simply turned away in response. Thankfully, he said nothing to the others before they headed out to this run-down place. Everyone already had enough on their minds without worrying about a possible traitor in their midst.

Karasuma led them directly to the address, but seeing as they had no wand, they couldn't figure out how to get inside. That is, before a very drunk looking man approached the space in between 11 and 13 Grimmauld Place. Without a plan, the group had leapt into action and forced the scared drunkard to lead them into the house.

For some reason she expected a quiet, thief-like entry. She was wrong.

The screeching of a woman echoed through the doorway, and Michael closed the door so they would not draw attention from people outside. Amon, Karasuma and Sakaki already had their guns drawn, so she quickly followed suit. That's when a group of odd looking individuals ran out of an adjoining room.

One gruff, gaunt, but intriguingly handsome man had closed a batch of curtains, and the screeching abruptly stopped. Was it some sort of alarm device? Even if it was, she didn't know what "muggles" referred to.

The two groups were at a standstill with one lone man in between who looked as though he were about to vomit and wet his pants at the same time. Some of the ragtag group in front of them didn't seem to be as afraid as she thought they should be.

All of the members of their group were holding out wands. Doujima thought that she would start laughing but held it back as best as she could. Sakaki's shaking shoulders also looked as though he were struggling with the image as well.

The lead man was incredibly old, maybe in his 80s or 90s. Another woman near him was no spring chicken herself, though she wore fashionable cat-like glasses. The two redheads, the woman she assumed was the one Karasuma scryed, weren't far behind, though the man was looking at the guns with more interest than fear. Another man stood behind the black-haired guy she noticed earlier. This one looked the most ragged of the group and had strange claw marks across his face.

The man behind him looked absolutely terrifying. Was his eye really moving like that? On second thought, what happened to the rest of his face? Doujima quickly averted her eyes before she lost all of her courage, and she ended up looking at the last in the group. She almost mistook him for Amon - tall, dark hair, pale skin and flowing black clothing. However, on second glance, she noticed that he was much older with a larger nose and greasy hair. He fit the profile of someone who would be hunting them right now.

The space in between the stairway and the door was incredibly narrow. Amon was in front, while Karasuma and Sakaki were beside him. Doujima thanked whatever god gave her the position she found herself in, as she was behind the three hunters and closer to the door. Robin was behind Amon, peeking in between him and Karasuma, though Amon was too tall and had too broad of shoulders for her to see much of anything. Michael was staying as far back as possible. Doujima almost forgot that he had never been in the field before. What a way to start.

Doujima was also thankful for the lack of light in the hallway. People are always surprised to see how young they are. While ordinarily it would be best for the hunters to be underestimated,in this situation, Doujima didn't think that these witches should start feeling any more superior than they already did. She hoped Amon's height would intimidate some of them.

Amon was the first to speak. "Put your wands away now or we will shoot. If you're not aware of what our weapons are capable of, I assure you, you don't want to be."

Amon's deep and cold voice seemed to be having a better effect on the group, but it didn't scare them into lowering their wands.

"Do you really think we're that stupid?" the gruffy man asked. "We put down our wands, and you'll shoot us. Besides, I've seen how guns work. Most people, even trained professionals, can't shoot accurately all the time, even if they weren't against high class wizards."

Doujima had seen Amon at the shooting range, and if there were anything she could find fault in, accuracy was definitely not one of them. The old man seemed to not be as quick to underestimate the hunters.

"If we are to put our wands away, you must give us your word that you won't shoot," he said.

"Their word?" the man barked. "Dumbledore, you've got to be kidding me."

The scarred man nudged him and whispered something into his ear, leading both of them to glance upward then remain silent.

Amon seemed to be considering the proposition. "We are not here to arrest any of you," Amon finally said, clearing up the misunderstanding. "You have our word."

The group of witches put their wands back in their robes, the man with scraggly black hair doing so reluctantly. The hunters began to lower their weapons as well when they heard thumping coming from upstairs. "Who else is here?" Amon barked, snapping his weapon back into its original position. The man really did scare her sometimes.

"Please," the red-haired woman begged. "They're just children. Don't hurt them."

Karasuma and Sakaki lowered their guns, and the mature woman elbowed Amon to do the same. Doujima looked around them. The silence was overwhelming.

"We have no intention of hurting anyone here," Karasuma said in a much more trusting voice than Amon. "If we could talk somewhere, we would appreciate it." The witches looked at one another, then filed back into the room they came out of. The hunters followed suit. Everyone seemed okay, though Robin looked confused and Michael was shaking.

The reaction they got when they entered the room was predictable, though Doujima didn't realize Karasuma and Sakaki had made such a memorable impression.

"Wait...but, I saw you," the red-haired woman stumbled over her words. "You helped me carry my bags. You were so nice to me." She gasped. "Both of you look as young as my children."

"We're sorry to have deceived you, Molly wasn't it?" The woman seemed affronted at being called her first name by someone who was just pointing a gun at her. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley, then." Miho was always a little too insightful about people's emotions. "We can explain everything if you can let us discuss it properly while seated."

The witches were very cautious, all taking one side of the table while the hunters took the other. Doujima thought this room resembled that of a dining room, but it was too filthy to say for sure. Karasuma had apparently taken the job of talking since Amon doesn't like to do so, and his words usually come out as insults in some way or another.

"We're investigating a crime against our comrades stationed in England," Karasuma began. "They were murdered last night and we believe someone called Lord Voldemort was behind it." The name seemed to have startled the married couple, though the others seemed unperturbed. Karasuma continued, cautious of her words. "We were investigating in Diagon Alley, and our information led us here." Doujima wasn't surprised about the extreme jump from one event to another. These witches did not need to know how they got their information or what was happening now.

"How did you get into Diagon Alley?" the old man asked, obviously the most calm of the group.

"There was a source who had informed the team before us of how to get into the alley. Besides that, I'm afraid I can't tell you any more."

"Why would someone do such a thing?" the oldest woman said more to herself than the hunters.

"I think the most important part is how you found this place," the ragged but apparently smart man said. "How many other people know about this house?"

The group of witches looked anxiously at them. Karasuma looked at Amon to gauge how much information was necessary to share. Amon decided to take over.

"We found this place using a method that no other group of hunters or witches is capable of using. We were not followed, and we did not check in with headquarters to say where we've gone."

The old man raised his eyebrows at this. Before he could say something, Amon continued. "Don't bother asking for any more details. Your secret hiding place is safe, for now. You don't need to know anything else." Doujima rolled her eyes. Trust Amon to still act like a prick in a delicate situation.

"What the hell?" The gruffy man stood up, angrily glaring at Amon. "Is this some sort of joke? It's like we're talking to secret agents about UFOs."

"Sirius." The man with tattered robes stood up and tried to get the other back into his seat. Doujima could see how the scraggly looking man was an escaped convict.

"Why are you here then?" the old man asked, ignoring the previous outburst. "You said you had no intention of hunting us, but your information led you here. You already know that we are not your culprits."

"That's where Mr. Black comes in," Amon said. "We thought he'd be able to lead us in the right direction, since he had been imprisoned." Sirius was about to argue again when Amon cut him off. "However, it appears the man in black will be of more use to us instead."

Doujima looked at Amon, then at the greasy-haired duplicate. Hunters were never allowed to question the decisions of their leader, especially in front of suspects. Doujima decided to approach her curiosity carefully, but Sakaki beat her to the punch.

"Why him?"

"The mark on your arm is an indication you work for Voldemort," Amon said to the gothic dressed witch. "There's no use in denying anything. I've seen it before."

"I'm sorry, but that's not possible," the old man said, standing up abruptly, anticipating where the conversation was headed to. He was scary as well, when motivated to do so. "Severus is a valuable double agent for us. He will be leading no one anywhere that could damage Voldemort's trust in him or lead to his death. I'm sorry, but that's not possible." The old man seemed to consider his next words carefully. "However, we are after the same man. I would like you to join forces with us, at least for a little while, so we can rid this world of him." The old man offered his hand to Amon.

Without looking at any of the other hunters, Amon got up and shook the man's hand. "You have our cooperation in this matter. After Voldemort is dead, I promise nothing else."

The old man smiled at Amon's predictable action and words. "That's all I ask."