Wizard Mafia Incorporated

Chapter 2

-Switching Duties-

Kohl Shpitz was walking down the hallway wondering what he did to get the job of getting a teenage wizard. He hated teenagers. They thought they were important when they really weren't. Now this Draco Malfoy, he knew would be a little prick because the Malfoy name had been mentioned in the castle before, but not in good words.

The only reason the Malfoy kid was coming here is because Dumbledore asked a favor of Mr. Dixon to get him off the road of becoming a Death Eater. At that thought Kohl shook his head. Death Eaters. They were worse than teenagers. They thought they were the strongest force in both the muggle and wizarding world. If only they really knew. He laughed out loud.

"Kohl, why are you laughing?" Jasmine Hewlett asked as she passed him.

"Just a thought I had. I have to go pick up that kid today. I have to meet Mr. Dixon in Diagon Alley. Then we get to go shopping!" he said the last in a mock excited tone. "Malfoy will be livid, he was raised to hate everything muggle, and we're going shopping in the muggle world!"

"I'd love to go shopping. I haven't done that in like a month." She said as she gave him a little grin.

"Go talk to Mr. Dixon. Maybe he'll let you go get the kid. You have better fashion sense anyway."

"Ok! I'll go do that right now. Where can I find you when I find out?"

"I'll be in the game room. I have to beat Marmond's high score." Kohl replied over his shoulder.

Jasmine gave him a look like 'what?' laughed and shook her head. "Oh and by the way, you'll have to beat my high score. I beat Marmond's last week". And she walked away.

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Mr. Dixon was at his desk when a knock sounded on his pure oak door. The men stiffened. "Who is it?" he asked gruffly.

"Well Mr. Dixon, it is I, the best man you have. Though a man is what I am not."

"Ah, welcome Jasmine. Come in, come in. What can I help you with?" the men relaxed. Jasmine was no threat.

"I was wondering if I could take Kohl's job today. I would be a better choice for Mr. Malfoy's shopping and..."

"Alright, all you had to do was ask. Of course you may receive Mr. Malfoy. I agree that you have much better taste in clothing and I know that Kohl hates teenagers."

"What time do I need to receive Mr. Malfoy? And when do you get your daughter? How old is she? What does she look like?"

Mr. Dixon raised a hand that silenced her immediately. "She is 17. You'll love her, I hope. The Granger's have sent me letters and pictures of her growing up so I'm not completely lost. You'll need to 'receive' Mr. Malfoy in approximately half an hour."

"I wonder how Mr. Malfoy will react when he finds out that I'm a witch with muggle teachings. The only magic I was taught was what I learned from the other guys that are wizards." She chuckled. "Will your daughter become part of the team? Oo, if she does, can she be my partner? I've always wanted another female to work with."

"No, absolutely not. I will not have her doing those jobs. You can be her partner though. Maybe she'll teach you more magic. But, if you become her partner, you have to promise me that you will not tell her what we really do. And you won't teach her any of our techniques. Understood?"

"Yes sir, I promise. When is she coming?"

"As soon as I get her. So how are you going to receive Mr. Malfoy? Are you flooing or riding the broom?"

"The broom. I haven't ridden in forever! I'll take and extra for Mr. Malfoy."

"Mr. Malfoy has a Nimbus 2001 so I don't think he'll need it. We will meet at the Leaky Cauldron. I'll see you there." And with that he aparated out of his office.

"I wonder if his daughter could teach me how to do that." Jasmine said out loud and shrugged.

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Hermione was walking back and forth across the living room. She met her father in less than five minutes. She was excited, nervous, happy and yet sad. How should she welcome a man that she knew nothing about? What should she call him, Mr. Dixon, dad? She had no clue. Then she heard the familiar 'pop' of aparation. She took a deep breath, and headed for the door.

Mr. Dixon was standing at the Granger's door wondering if he should have left some of his men at home. At least a dozen had followed him here. All of them might scare her. They weren't the friendliest looking.

As Hermione opened the door she saw a man that wouldn't be bad looking, considering his age. He was at least 6'4 with black hair and steel grey eyes, that bore into you soul. He wore a standard black Armani suit and a green tie, reminding her of Slytherin's house colors. It was then that she saw all of the other men standing in the 'protect' position. It was one she saw when the aurors came to transport her and her friend in their 6th year and whenever Malfoy got too close to her when the boys would stand just like that. Making her realize that, this man, her father, is important.

"Hello Hermione, I'm Mr. Dixon, your father." He took her hand and kissed it. "I'm sorry I haven't been around for you when you were growing up. But as I have said, my lifestyle wasn't for a little girl."

"Hello Mr. Dixon. That is quite alright, I understand. When are we leaving?"

"Don't you want to say good-bye?"

"It's not really good-bye. I'll see them again."

"Fair enough. We can leave now if you'd like. I need to have a talk with my men, so if you would excuse me for a moment." He walked back to his little army of men. He talked and waved his arms a bit and finally walked back to her. "The men will take your things. We are to meet a friend of mine at the Leaky Cauldron. So, shall we?" he asked holding out his arm. Hermione nodded and took it. 'Pop.'