Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter and its characters in any way shape or form
(A/n)
My thanks to:
Z. Riley - thanks I truly thank you, but no I honestly haven seen that movie. I will look out for it though.
Wolf atreides - I corrected my errors. It should have Ron as tallest and it should mention why guns were used instead of wands in this chapter.
Chapter 2 - Just another Job
The rain had settled a long while ago. It left Britain with a rinsed new clean look. People were still crowding the dank streets as usual. The clouds had slowly stripped away leaving slow tired looking streaks of what they were dotting the misty blue British sky. It was a romantic setting for a strange few that would find it that way.
Everything had returned to normal since the incident the night before at the unknown mans home. Police had long since been called in to investigate and of course found nothing but a slight mark from some intruder's shoe. Not nearly enough to claim any evidence against a suspect of any kind.
The black BMW pulled up into a long driveway. The view around the yellow tan concrete home was beautiful. It over looked a wonderful British beach. It was high above the beach but one could still clearly make out the children from adults and if looked at closely fish could be seen darting around in the crystal waters. The garage opened and the BMW rolled in with the door closing behind it.
The two men exited the BMW in a fashionable manner and took the glasses off. The tallest fire haired one smiled a little at the shorter black haired one.
"What's the matter Harry?" he asked in a pretend caring way it was more then obvious that he was being sarcastic.
"Nothing, nothing is the matter. Why would you ask Ron?" Harry responded putting his briefcase into a compartment on a sidewall where it disappeared upwards a second later.
"Please Harry; I've known you're for nearly 10 years. That solemn look you have right now is the look you get when something is troubling you. Now spit it out what is it?"
Harry smiled a unique smile Ron had not seen for years. It was true though Ron did know Harry just that well. It was strange really they had graduated from Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry nearly three years ago and already they were turning a way Headmaster Albus Dumbledore might be ashamed of. Sure they were using magic on some assassination cases.
On wizard and or witch assassinations they used their magic but on human cases it was simply hand held weapons it was easier that way.
"Its just I never saw myself being such a ruthless person three years ago. I always expect a nice little desk job at the Ministry of Magic." Harry explained Ron's face lit up with amusement.
"Harry please," he began. "Fudge would never let you work in the Ministry he was already under threat of being overthrown after you beat Voldemort. The wizarding world wanted a Minister that could get the job done like you not the laid back lazy way he was working."
Harry grinned. "What would Hermione say if she could see us now?" he asked nobody in particular.
The thought made Ron laugh. "Good thing she's not in Britain anymore. She'd have a fit if she knew I murder some little freckled faced girl last night."
"Or that old lady." Harry laughed as well thinking of so called pleasant memories of murder and death.
War and killing had taken its toll on Harry Potter and Ronald Weasly. Years of seeing people, relatives, and loved ones killed in cold blood stuck to their hearts. They were heartless now uncaring without a soul one could say. That's why they were so good. Most British hit men had principles such as no women and children but they had none all was fare in love and war with them.
They were the grim reapers of their time. As magic and muggle more and more began to collide in hopes of a future war they were there to take out whoever was taken as a threat by anyone who had the money to pay them. They didn't come cheap but they did their job well and that was enough for most if not all.
Ron slide slowly down into the softness of the cashmere sofa that sat in their huge living room. He picked up the remote and turned on their large plasma screen television. In public most would take them as a gay couple which was quite expectable now in British culture. But none realized how much they were alike they were practically brothers now. Since Voldemort had murdered everyone of Ron's family except Charlie who was away in Romania they had become inseparable.
They had lost contact with their better half long ago. Hermione had gone to America for a better education so as to help muggles. Foolish if any though of it. Owls used to come everyday but as time moved on so did they. So now they have no idea of how she fares and how she is doing. But that did not stop them from dreaming of her now and then. Dreaming of her and their past adventures, dreaming that is only when they weren't tormented by thoughts of those they had slain.
Harry dragged himself from the steaming warmth of the shower he was enjoying. Towel wrapped around his waist and steaming sweat leaking off his muscular chiseled body. He brought his had up roughly up to the mirror and wiped the steam from it then stares at himself. After a minute his pushed his silky wet hair back and stared at his scar. The lightning mark that had made him so popular back in the days had to be hidden now. If anyone knew that the great Harry Potter was one of the best hit men in the world well he would rather not think of that.
He breathed deeply fogging the mirror up again. Something was bothering him but not what he wished to speak of at that time. He finished pampering himself with lotions and leave in conditioners he walked to his room. It was an exquisite sight really. A huge king sized bed lined with all silk red sheets, pillows, covers and a nice roof like object over it spilling out another red set of silk lining over the entire bed.
The carpet in the room was a creamy whitish pink so soft your footprints were left after every step. The dressers and drawers were of beautiful wood décor and had a sort of tie die look to them. The room was like a palace but still he was not happy in some ways. He pulled some jeans and a sleeveless tank top from a drawer then after putting them on left the room.
Harry entered the kitchen and opened a cabinet showing several rows of costly drinks and liquors. He pulled out a bottle of British fire whisky and poured a small shot into a glass. Taking a seat at a bar like stool close by the liquor cabinet he began to watch the news with that Ron was taking great pleasure in.
"We're headlining again Harry." Ron said happily.
"Police still have no leads in the recent string of murders all they can say is it appears to be the same work in all five murders. The latest was a family whose father was said to have a gang related background but no evidence has shown this yet. Police are baffled by this and are asking for any information one might have on the culprits."
"Five in the last month," Harry sounded surprised. "We've done that many jobs this month?"
"I would hope so. Our check books show it." Ron said with a giggle.
Harry opened his mouth to say something but the phone began to ring and he walked shamelessly over to it and answered. "Hello?"
"With whom am I speaking?" a voice questioned.
"David Marcus." Harry lied.
"Ah of course Mr. Marcus I have seen the news and heard of your recent 'jobs' if you will. I am in need of your services."
"What is it that needs to be done?" Harry asked.
"A simple kidnapping is all. But I need the woman alive if my plans are to work." The voice instructed.
"Continue." Harry said.
"Tomorrow a woman will be arriving by plane at the Great Britain National Airport. She is very important you see her work is world renown I need some of her, um expertise on a certain matter. Can you do that for me?"
"Of course, of course."
"Excellent, excellent we shall meet at the restaurant on the corner of Parker and Rosedanvault at 3:00 to discus more details."
"Very well but I would very much like to know the name of the woman I am to kidnap." Harry said hurriedly.
"Ah yes of course, of course. Her name is Hermione Granger."