Neb: I do not own Harry Potter or any book series or movie associated with it. This is an OC fanfic taking place after the fall of Voldemort. It also has nothing to do with Harry and his friends. Instead it is about defeating four murderous cultists who escaped Azkaban. I hope you enjoy.
Twelve O'Clock at Midnight, Wendi Cook had prepared a Port Key to the Sewers of London in the Muggle World. "So it stands to reason that Envy Cross's body hasn't been found yet," Wendi explained to the other first year wizards.
On her team was Of course Norman, Toby Green, Leslie Wright, and a fellow Slytherin girl Rue Owlet, a young girl with black hair, a mole on her neck,and green eyes.
"You can come on out Snout," Wendi spoke up surprising the group.
Tristan Snout emerged from around the corner hiding by the stairs. "I thought something was up when Norman left bed. How did you guys set this meeting up without tipping off the paintings and the ghosts?"
"Rue is a walking Index for paralysis charms," Wendi responded as she pointed to Rue. "But, she tends to ignore her other classes. So I traded her my notes for the year in exchange for helping us with our little mission."
"So you paralyzed the ghosts and paintings?", Tristan scoffed. He saw Norman and the two Hufflepuff students had looked down in shame and then turned to Wendi and Rue.
"A blood traitor like you has no right to criticize," Wendi scoffed.
"Now now Wendi," Rue spoke up. "You said he was the key to your plan working after all."
"Right," Wendi coughed to clear her throat. "Even one as timid as you has their uses Snout. Envy Cross was killed by Trixie Salt who was wielding a Unicorn Hair wand. Benson has your brother's wand which is a Mermaid Tear wand like Schneider's and my own. Your father's wand is in the hands of Leslie Squire, because she had defeated him in battle. It stands to reason that us running into at least one of them down there is inevitable."
"You mean we are teleporting straight to the cultists," Leslie Wright criticized. "That's pretty stupid. We are eleven, they had killed fully trained wizards."
"They ganged up on one and performed a sneak attack on the other," Wendi corrected. "I believe that they are not actually as powerful as people have been letting on. In fact, the reason they need the map, the ring, and the Sunglasses might be for a purpose of gaining power."
"What makes you say that?", Norman wondered.
"I'm glad you asked Schneider," Wendi grinned. "What was the very reason these dark cultists were arrested?"
"They performed dark rituals murdering wizards and dragons," Toby answered.
"To gain power," Wendi concluded. "These people were weak, which is why they don't have a whole army dedicated to them like the former dark lord."
"Incorrect," Tristan responded. "My father warned me about these people after they escaped. He told me to watch out for the man with the Dragon Tattoo on his neck."
"Nathan Fries," Norman spoke up.
"That's the one," Tristan growled. "My father told me that Nathan Fries had single handily taken out a Dragon by himself earning himself that tattoo. That his power even without a wand was able to break them out of Azkaban."
"Why didn't any of these guys get recruited by You Know Who?", Toby wondered.
"Either they simply never met," Rue begun. "Or, they're goals were too different. If they're goals were to get stronger like Wendi suggested, then you know who would want to keep them locked up so he can maintain rule with no challengers."
"This is great and all, but what does this have to do with getting to London's Sewers?", Norman wondered.
"Want to get the show on the road," Wendi chuckled. "So do I." She waved Tristan over to herself. "Take this pendant."
Tristan was handed a green glass pendant that looked like it contained liquid inside it. "I remember this from class. A potion that glows blue when a loved one is nearby and red if an enemy is near."
"No one is more of an enemy to the cultists then you after what happened to your family," Wendi explained. "If that pendant glows, you tell us."
"I brewed that concoction myself so don't lose it," Rue spoke up.
"I-I won't," Tristan nodded.
"So then our team is set," Toby shrugged. "Though, Tristan Snout hasn't been practicing defensive spells like we have. We could be putting him in grave danger."
"I, I can hold my own," Tristan argued.
"Now that he's here we can't send him away," Wendi argued. "Otherwise he'll become a way for the school to find out what we've been up to. Besides, his presence is convenient since he can use Rue's potion."
"We could teach him a few charms," Rue pointed out. "I mean what's the rush?"
"The clock is ticking," Wendi sighed. "We are all supposed to be in bed. The longer we stay out of bed, the more likely it is we will get caught. This is a quick in and out mission."
"I like the sound of that," Norman smiled. The sooner this was done, the sooner he could put this nightmare behind him.
"Fine," Tobi sighed. "So the teams are two Slytherin, two Hufflepuffs, and two Gryffindors."
"If your done waisting precious seconds of our time, I will explain the port key," Wendi called for attentions. Wendi laid out a blanket out on the floor and raised her wand.
What happened next looked like Wendi took a charm off of it, rather then putting one on. "What did you do?", Norman asked.
"I spent weeks turning this blanket into a Port Key," Wendi explained. "The only issue with having one, is when you touch it you disappear. So I put a charm on it, placing the blanket in stasis until we need it's use."
"How do you know so much?" Leslie wondered.
"I study," Wendi shrugged. "Intellects like mine come once in a blue moon, but when we do, greatness follows."
"How humble," Norman rolled his eyes.
"Oh please Schneider," Wendi scoffed. "It's not like you haven't been showing off your brand new, unique wand every chance you got."
"Tick tock," Rue spoke up.
Wendi glared daggers at Rue, but then nodded. "I can tell this mission is going to go great," she sarcastically added. "Everyone must touch the Key at the same time. If you fall behind or get lost at the Sewers of London, you get left behind."
"Are you serious," Toby, Leslie, Norman, and Tristan all simultaneously yelled.
"Shush," Rue responded. "Paintings and Ghosts are paralyzed, not deaf. If they hear you, they will report you."
"It's too late to back out now," Norman sighed. "At least for me, but I ask you guys to please help."
"You are going to owe a big favor for this," Toby growled. "If I get left behind, I'm going to be so mad!"
The First Year Students all readied themselves before jumping on the blanket that was laid out on the floor. The blanket then vanished them out of the room and to their destination.