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Chapter Two – A Demon in London

"Mr. Wayne, if we had known you were coming we would have been more prepared," a nervous executive stammered, as Bruce entered Grunnings.

"Now, Mr. Simpson, it wouldn't be a surprise visit if you knew about it," Bruce said in a way to ease the executive. "Wayne Enterprises purchased this company last year and it was time for me to visit."

"If you say so sir," he said with resignation. "I still wish we had known you were coming," he added softly.

A large man shoved his way past Bruce, without even saying excuse me or sorry.

"Mr. Simpson, I need to see you immediately and I will not be ignored. You may have to listen to that pompous playboy yank, but I have been here twenty years," Vernon blustered.

Behind Vernon, he heard that man he had pushed past cough. He turned around and said, "Listen boy, when you have been here long enough, you'll know how to treat your betters."

Turning back to Simpson, "I expect you to meet me in my office as soon as possible." He then pushed past Bruce again as he waddled back to his office and slammed the door.

"Mr. Wayne, I am so sorry about him, I will make sure he is out of his office by the end of lunch today," Simpson stammered, praying he wasn't going to follow Dursley.

Chuckling softly Bruce looked at the door where Dursley went into his office and then looked at Simpson. "Don't worry about him, Mr. Simpson, that wasn't the first time nor will it be the last that I hear someone speak badly about the boss."

"I know sir, but I have been looking for a reason to get rid of Vernon Dursley since you bought this company. He was the reason I wish you had let us know you were coming," Simpson said.

Smiling Bruce said to Mr. Simpson, "It is your company Mr. Simpson, I merely sign the checks, do what you think is best."

"Harry," Hermione said, "I have been doing some research on items the Founder's were known to have and not accounted for."

Smirking at Hermione, Harry said, "Why am I not surprised Hermione? I am glad you are here though, someone who enjoys research, should be doing it. So what have you come up with?"

Blushing slightly at Harry's praise, she answered, "First I realized there are only 6 horocruxes not seven." Pausing at Harry's look of confusion, "I wish you had dropped that waste of time divination like I did and studied Arithmacy. Seven is a perfect number, but what we failed to remember is the seventh piece is Voldemort himself."

Nodding Harry motioned for her to continue, knowing he was in for a lecture.

"We know you destroyed his first horocrux in our second year with the Diary, and then according to Professor Dumbledore, Voldemort wanted the remaining items to be connected to the founders. So he started with his family, Slytherin with the ring, which the Headmaster destroyed and the locket. We also know about Hufflepuff's cup, the only question was what he would use from Ravenclaw and Gryffindor," Hermione explained.

"Judging by the smug look on your face Hermione, I would say you know what he might have used," Harry said amused.

"Well yes, Ravenclaw House is known for its desire for knowledge, what few realize is Rowena Ravenclaw used a scrying gem to locate many items of lore," she said with a smile.

"Then we come to Gryffindor. Harry, I think Voldemort was going to use you for the final horocrux. There is rumor of Gryffindor also carrying a knife with him as well as the sword. I think that is what he created the final one out of, but I think he used it that same night when the curse hit him after attempting to kill you," she finished.

Harry was looking down, his eyes were closed and Hermione knew he was doing one of two things, feeling guilty or thinking about what she had just said. She hoped it was the second, but feared it was the first.

Looking up at his best friend and seeing the concern, he gave her a lopsided smile before speaking, "That makes sense Hermione, so we only need to really destroy three and find the knife just to make sure."

Letting go of the breath she didn't realize she was holding, Hermione added, "I think Godric's Hollow is still the best place to start as well as determining who R.A.B. is."

Harry's eyes flashed with anger at the mention of the initials, he was still angry Dumbledore and he had gone to that cave for nothing.

In the seedier portions of London, near Charing Cross road a caped figure stood on roof of a nearby building.

I should find someone who can give me information, Batman thought to himself.

Hearing a scream down an alleyway, the Dark Knight swung into action, firing a rope and swinging across Charing Cross road, toward the alleyway.

Below him as he went to the alleyway, passers by saw a winged creature flying through the sky and then disappearing.

Dropping some smoke pellets down to give the proper effect, the Dark Knight dropped down behind the mugger as he was counting his acquired cash.

"I don't think that belongs to you," Batman growled to the thief.

"What it matter to you, now bugger off before I do somethin you'll regret," the thief said as he turned to look at the man he was about to beat.

Screaming in terror at the menacing creature he now saw, he tried to crawl backward to get away.

Quickly grabbing the man by the collar and growling at him, Batman said, "You are going to tell me everything I want to know aren't you."

The phones of Scotland Yard and Floo of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement were both going crazy with people claiming to of seen a demon flying in London.

The next morning, Hermione took the Daily Prophet from the owl and opened it to read the top story of the day.

"Are they taking lessons from the Quibbler," she asked aloud.

"Is who taking lessons from what, Mione," Ron asked.

Growling at Ron as he used that name, she continued, "The Daily Prophet, they are saying there was a demon spotted near the Leaky Cauldron last night. I swear such rubbish."

"I don't know Hermione," Harry said. "Dark menacing figure flew across the street, and then suddenly there was a blood curdling scream?"

"Did you already read the paper Harry," Hermione asked.

"No, not the Daily Prophet, but it was on the front page of The Sun," he responded, before turning to page three for the best part of the paper.