The Moonraker
A-World-Of-My-Imagination
Prologue
"These men are real, Mr. Potter. They're real, and they're after your godson."
"I understand that, Agent Coulson. What I don't understand is what you expect me to do about it."
"Move to New York, get out of London. That's the only way you'll keep him safe."
"I'm more than capable of keeping my godson safe, Agent Coulson. He's being hunted by wizards; moving won't protect him anymore than if he stayed here."
"It would be the best course of action."
"Damn the best course of action. He still has nightmares from when they took him. He's just started to come out of his shell, I'm not going to lose all his progress just because you don't think I can keep him safe."
"All right, do what you think best."
"I will. There haven't been any sightings of them in a year."
"You still need to take precautions."
"Fine, what do you suggest?"
"Adopt him. Go all out, change his name. You're a hero in the wizarding world, Mr. Potter. When he's taken again-"
"If."
"If he's taken again, you need all the public support you can get. They'll be more sympathetic if he's your son."
"Understood. Anything else?"
"Get famous in the – what does your kind call it? – muggle world. The same situation."
"And tell me again how your organization knows about the wizarding world?"
"Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. It's our job to know."
"Mouthful."
"We're working on it."
"Why do you care so much about Teddy?"
"It isn't our job to care. It's our job to protect the future."
"And my godson is part of that?"
"He will be, if we can convince him. Good night, Mr. Potter."
"You as well, Agent Coulson."
The heavy door closed. The suited man spun on his foot and disappeared with a faint crack. A moment later, the light inside the house went out and all evidence of the midnight visit had disappeared.