A/N First of all, I want to thank everyone that has taken the time to read my story. I was surprised at how quickly this chapter came out, but it just seemed to write itself. Here's hoping my muse keeps em coming.

THE GAME COMENCES

Fleur's thought about not being comfortable echoed in her mind, because that perfectly described her current situation. She was standing in front of a group of Wizards and Witches, telling them about what she'd found out. Two things bothered her. One was that she was being treated like some sort of criminal and having everything she said dissected. Two was that of all the people that were instrumental in the destruction of, and continuing hunt for, Death Eaters; only she and Kingsley were present. The rest were bureaucrats and politicians, men and women who hadn't risked much, but then swept in and took control after all the hard work was finished. In a way that was their own fault. The people that had done the fighting really had no interest in running things; they just wanted to be left to live their lives. But the result was that these self important twits were the ones left in charge. None of them were on Fudge's level, but several were close.

"So Miss Delacour, after you gained entrance to this man's office he disabled you?"

"Yes sir, he used a device he called a 'tazer' that shot electricity . . . . .," here she paused because some of the people on the committee looked confused. "Like stored lightning," she explained. As everyone nodded in understanding she continued. "This caused my muscles to not function for a while and I was unconscious for a moment or two."

"Did the man harm or threaten you?"

"No sir, he apologized for his actions, helped me recover and then explained who he and his organization were and what they were there for; but he had taken my wand."

"Ah yes," Walter Abbot interrupted, "these Watchers and Slayers that were in your report."

"Yes sir."

"All muggles were they?"

"All that I met were."

"Thank you Miss Delacour, please continue your story."

"Then they asked me to go with them on what they called a 'patrol'. I would have called it a hunting party myself because that is what they did. They hunted out their enemies."

"These Vampires and Demons that were in your report?" asked Eloise Greengrass.

"Yes ma'am."

"Was anything you found familiar to you?"

"No ma'am, but earlier Mr. Harris did let slip that what we call Veela, his group refers to as an Amoura demon. So there are obviously some creatures that are familiar to both groups."

"Indeed, please continue."

Fleur thought back to what had happened. After all it wasn't every day that your view of the world got stood on its head.

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She followed Alexander through a maze of hallways until they came out into an open room that rivaled the Great Hall at Hogwarts. But this room was filled with training equipment, weapons and girls; lots and lots of girls. Silence fell over the room as they walked in, all eyes on them. The girls looked at Xander with unbridled affection, and glanced at Fleur with warnings and intimidation in their eyes. Fleur followed as he moved to the center of the room. "OK," he spoke, "in addition to our regular patrols, I need three of you that are off tonight for a special job." They were nearly trampled by the horde of girls that converged on them. Xander surveyed his volunteers with a smile; they were all such good kids. "Alright; Nicole, Katryn, and Sarah. You are with us," he spoke to the rest of the girls, "get some rest tonight, you'll need it tomorrow." Then his eye got severe, "Millicent, what the heck are you doing here? You're supposed to be on bed rest for two more days."

A young girl with a mop of curly brown hair who was no more than fourteen looked chagrined. "Sorry Xander, but I got so bored."

"I'm sure you did," he replied, "but the Doc told ya to rest, and she doesn't say that for the heck of it. So head back to the infirmary and have her check you out. If you're bored, I'll let Dawn know so you can give her a hand with research."

Fleur watched as the young woman blanched and left, accompanied by a few grins, and a few looks of sympathy as well. She turned back to Alexander and the three young women. "We're just gonna take a little stroll through Cleveland tonight," he announced. "They know we're coming so don't worry on that score. We're taking Fleur here to show her what we do every night and so she can show us what she can do as well." At the three questioning looks he told them, "She uses magic, but not the kind that we're used to. I've asked her to show us what she can do because she might be taking a job with us." Fleur was the recipient of three much harder glares, but no one said anything. Fleur followed Alexander and the girls to a part of the hall that was clearly an armory. There the girls were given swords, knives and stakes; except for Katryn, she preferred an axe. The older man who was handing out the weapons handed Alexander a small pack and an axe without being asked, then his eyes flicked to Fleur and back to the one-eyed man.

"Can you use a sword," Alexander asked.

"I can," Fleur replied. Her Uncle had taken the time to train her with weapons and she'd taken quite well to the sword. The older man looked her over for a moment then reached back and pulled out a basket hilted epee. It was a light weapon, but the edge was sharpened to a dazzle. He handed it to her with a quirk of his eyebrow; it was not quite a challenge. Fleur took the weapon and backed off a bit; then she ran through an exercise that she remembered. The epee seemed to dance in her hands; it was a wonderful weapon and one of the finest she'd ever held. She fixed the older man with her gaze, "Thank you." The corners of his mouth turned up in a brief grin, then he turned and left the five of them alone.

"Alright, we need to head out," he said. Then he turned to Fleur, "that's your back up," he said, indicating the epee, "I'll give you your wand when we get there."

"Where are we going again," she asked as she followed the three young women.

"Cleveland."

"Why there," she asked, some confusion showing in her tone.

"Because that's where the Hellmouth is," Alexander replied.

This was a term that Fleur was familiar with. She'd done her final paper in Defense Against the Dark Arts about Hellmouths and how to deal with them. Unfortunately the best she could come up with was 'get away as fast as possible'. It was not the most heroic of options, but it was the one that seemed to assure longevity. And now she was willingly going to one. She was blindly following the others while her mind wandered, so it was with a little surprise that she noticed that everyone else had stopped. She felt power building up around them but it was a power that she wasn't familiar with. Fleur looked around and noticed that the diagram on the floor was glowing. It flared and when her eyes were working again, she could see that she was standing in a suburban street, and it was clearly not in England.

"What was that," Fleur asked, obviously shaken.

"Teleportation circle," Xander answered as he scanned around them for trouble.

"That felt like nothing I've ever done before," Fleur continued.

"What can I say," Xander replied, "different magic, different methods, they're gonna feel different."

Fleur wanted to continue, but at that moment one of the girls stiffened and pointed. "That way," she said, and they all took off at a run.

It was by turns one of the scariest, craziest and most exhilarating nights of Fleur's life. It was like someone had taken all of the Triwizard tasks and condensed them into one event. She soon found that 'Lumos Solem' did quite a number on vampires and that 'Scetusempra' cut just about anything and what it didn't cut, her epee would. After five hours of near death experiences punctuated by some of the most interesting conversation Fleur had ever engaged in, Alexander waved them to a rather dark alley. He pulled them all close, pulled out his cell phone and hit the speed dial. The light flashed again and they were back where they'd started.

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"We were transported to Cleveland Ohio, my wand was returned to me and we fought various demons for the next five hours. After we were finished we were again transported, this time back to the castle. I was then handed my broom and invisibility cloak and escorted off of the grounds. I waited until no one was around and apparated myself to my flat, cleaned myself up and then reported to my superior."

"Miss Delacour, you said you were transported to the United States. Was this by floo, or a portkey or by apparation?"

"None of them sir."

"What do you mean," Mr. Crowley asked.

"I was told that it used a different type of magic than what we use."

This caused a incredulous silence to fall on the room.

"I beg your pardon," Amelia Bones spoke for the first time. "You were told that it used a different type of magic?"

"Yes ma'am and I believe it as well. I could feel the magic working, but it felt very different than when one of the methods you mentioned. I would have been able to tell if it was simply a variation on what we use, and it was nothing like that. The magic was completely unique to me."

This bit of news created a lot of reactions. They ranged from fear to incredulity to excitement. Finally Amelia Bones seized control of the room.

"That is something that must be looked into," she stated. "For those of you that are skeptical, I would remind you of Ms. Delacour's record and credentials. She is not prone to fantasy and she was the Auror on site." She turned back to Fleur. "Do you think that these muggles are a threat to us?"

Fleur thought about her answer. Finally she replied, "No, they are not, but they could be under the proper circumstances."

"What would you say were the proper circumstances?" Kingsley rumbled out.

"If we threaten them, then they will retaliate. And they know a lot more about us then we do about them."

"What do you mean," Madam Bones shot back.

"Alexander recognized me and called me by name when I was captured. He knew things about me that few do. I think it would be safe to assume that his organization has knowledge of much more than one Auror."

"How is this possible," roared Angus MacMillen, "how has the Statute of Secrecy been breached?"

"Alexander didn't say," Fleur replied, "and I don't think he would have if I had asked."

The members of the committee were in a froth over this news. The speculations and accusations rang back and forth at both high speed and high volume. Amelia Bones sat there thinking as the other members raged around her. She did not like the position she was in. They needed more information in order to know how to proceed. Finally she came to a decision, nodded to herself and then re-asserted order in the room.

"Miss Delacour, do you have a way to contact this Alexander again?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Then do so. Find out what he knows about these 'other types' of magic. We will have someone go through our archives as well to see if there are things that have been forgotten. Also see if you can get him to divulge the source of his information." Her gaze softened, "I know that this will be dangerous, but it is vital."

"It won't be dangerous if it's just me," Fleur replied. "I cannot emphasize enough the enormous value that their organization presents as allies but if we break faith with them then they could be the most deadly enemies our world could ever face. Let me speak to him without interference or subterfuge and I believe that we will discover what we need."

Amelia looked at the young Auror, her eyes seeming to bore into the other woman's head; finally she sat back with a sigh. "Very well Auror Delacour, contact this Mr. Harris and set up a meeting as soon as possible. Keep the committee informed about the time and places for your own security and then report to us what you discover."

"Yes ma'am," Fleur replied. Then she turned and left, only then letting a secretive smile light up her face. She would hopefully be seeing Alexander soon.

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"So, what do you suggest," Eloise Greengrass asked her friend.

"I suggest that we let the little French tart get this muggle somewhere that he will feel safe. Have a Legilimens there to read him, and if that doesn't work we also have some people waiting in the wings to grab him and then we'll see exactly what he knows."

"And if he is harmed or killed?"

"One muggle more or less, what's the difference," Sarah Goldstein replied.

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Xander hung up the phone, a bemused smile on his face.

"You look happy."

He looked at the other person in the room, "that was Fleur."

"She wants a meeting?"

"Yeah."

"You think it's about the job?"

"Maybe, but my guess is that the folks in charge have a lot more questions. So this'll be a fishing expedition."

"Trap?"

"From her, no. But it might be a good idea to have a few of the girls there, just in case some higher up decides to get pro-active."

"Are you sure you should do this?"

"Come on Dawn, it's a date with a hot part demon girl. A night of romance, intrigue and the possibility of beating the snot out of some jerks."

"Of course," Dawn said, rolling her eyes, "how could you say no?"

"Exactly."

"Think they'll expect trouble?"

"From me, no chance. I'm just a . . . what's the word; muggle after all. To their way of thinking, there's no way I could be a threat."

"Muggle, Squib," Dawn sighed. "Why can't they just say people?"