Chapter 2. Secret Service

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Avan tied to open his heavy eye-lids, where I am? Then all the memory came flooding back to him.

He sat up, "Eugenia, Mavis, Edward, Sally! Where are you?"

"Pardon? Dear, you are awake," said a female voice.

Avan glimpsed up and saw Auror Shacklebolt, Auror Milford and Healer Faith smiling back at him. Avan blinked, "Sir! My friends. Attacks. Tried to help. Magic."

Milford gave Avan a peculiar glance, "Wow, calm down, kid. Your friends are fine. The Death Eaters were defeated; we caught five of them, two by your hands. How did you know the stunning spell?"

"Spell?"

"The Stupefy."

"Oh, I overheard the aurors using it. I just repeated what I heard. Luckily it worked."

Milford shared an amazed look with Shacklebolt, "You mean, you never practiced before? A child, who hadn't even set foot in Hogwarts, took out two fully grown Death Eaters. Impressive, kid, you'll make an amazing auror some day."

Avan blushed at the compliment.

Shacklebolt whispered to Healer Faith, "I thought you said he's a muggle."

Healer Faith shrugged, "I thought he is. Don't know what happened."

Shacklebolt nodded as recalled their last encounter, "also, I thought you obliviated him."

"I thought we did too." The Healer continued, "Anyways, his injuries consist of a mixture of a stunner and cutting curse, he'll be fine through. Meanwhile, you should inform him…"

Her words were interrupted by someone at the door. Avan looked on curiously as Healer Faith greeted the two men, "Hello, Remus, Albus."

Remus still looked weary; Avan noticed his brown hair is already turning grey. However the other man Albus appeared, there's no other word for it, like magic. Avan secretly wondered if that's what Merlin looked like.

Remus introduced themselves, "Hello, Avan, I'm Remus Lupin and this is Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts."

"Mr.Lupin, thank you for saving my friend's life."

"And thank you for saving mine."

Dumbledore spoke up, "Ah, we thank you sincerely for your brave act. Tell me, my boy, what's your option of the wizarding world?"

"Me?"

"Yes, give your honest thoughts, albeit your experience with magic had not been the most pleasant."

Avan thought about his answer carefully, "I don't know enough about the wizarding world to pass judgment. Certainly I have met the worst of human being, but also the best, like Healer Faith, Auror Shacklebolt, Auror Milford and Mr. Lupin. Therefore I think magic doesn't define your character, your choices do. If I have to choose, I would say I love magic. I could feel it within my heart; it's just a part of who I am."

Dumbledore beamed, his eyes twinkling like mad. Remus looked at the young boy in amazement, he joked, "Looks like we have a Ravenclaw here."

"Ravenclaw?"

Dumbledore replied, "Ravenclaw is one of the four houses at Hogwarts, a school for young wizards and witches like yourself. However before you proceed to ask us any question, you need to know the truth. "

Afterward Dumbledore went on to explain the current situation with Voldemort. Avan listened with a sinking heart.

"So, my parents were killed merely because they're non-magical. Vold, um, you-know-who and his followers want to stop people like me to ever receiving a magical education. Life is not fair."

"Call him Voldemort, the fear of a name only increases the fear of the thing itself."

"Good, I wouldn't want anyone to think I'm afraid."

'Or maybe a Gryffindor' thought Remus smiling.

Professor Dumbledore switched to a serious tone, "Avan, would you still want to be involved in the wizarding world, even through you are aware of the dangers it might pose?"

Avan meet Dumbledore's glance with determined green eyes, "Like I said, magic is part of me; I will not try to hide who I am."

Dumbledore smiled again. He handed a thick envelope to Avan, "If you have any questions, ask Remus. He'll be accompanying you to Diagon Ally, for a shopping trip, of course. Meanwhile the healers need to examine my hands." He waved his hand, which Avan noticed seemed blacken and wrinkled.

I wonder what happened, thought Avan as he rips open hiss first Hogwarts letter.

Still dazed, Avan arrived back at the orphanage with odd packages of school materials. He still can't believe that he will be attending Hogwarts this year. He just can't wait. However his happiness soon burst, when he saw Principal Morel standing with a man and woman in suits, waiting for him.

The woman held out a badge, "Hello Mr. Da Kedavia. I'm Special Agent Johnson and this is Special Agent Gil, from Scotland Yard. Do you mind coming with us? We have a few questions to ask you."

Before Avan could reply, they sort of grabbed him, forced him into their black SUV and took him to an official looking building.

The agents seated Avan in an integration room. Then they proceeded to show him a surveillance tape of yesterday's attack. Avan watched in amazement as the tape showed him being carried off by the healers. Although, Avan noticed that the camera is not able to record magic. Every time magic was performed, the film blurs.

"For over a month now, we been tracking the mysterious gang group, men-in-black," Said Agent Gil. "But they proven to be extremely secretive, all our informants are useless."

"That's why we are employing your help," continued Agent Johnson, "if you could tell us any information, it'll be of great help to this country. Off course, we are able and willing to offer you full-time protection."

Avan just shook his head; continue on insisting that he doesn't know anything. At the same time, he's trying hard to suppress his giggles upon learning the Death Eaters' code name.

After an hour of long, painstakingly boring interrogation, the agents were about give up. (Avan overhead them murmuring, "Something's fishy, I can feel it." "Hum, it seems the esteemed Prime Minister knows something, but he's not talking." "Yes, at same time, ordering the national army to be on guard." "I smell a conspiracy, and it's not by any means cooked up by the government.")

After the agents left, Avan cleverly slipped out of the supposedly locked interrogation room. The very bored 11-years–old is now roaming free in England's top-secret national defense building.

Avan came to a stop in front of a holding cell. He saw a older boy with silver-blond hair sitting inside.

Interesting, thought Avan, he's wearing wizarding robes.

"I'm Avan Da Kedavia, what's your name?"

The boy gave him a lazy stare and replied in an arrogant voice, "Draco Malfoy."