Still not mine...
Chapter 5...
"Alex!" a voice screamed. Before whoever's voice I heard had fully registered, I had grabbed Imogen from where she was still asleep against my chest and rolled off the bed onto the floor, grabbing my Glock as I rolled. I also heard an alarm start to wail throughout the manor.
"Reducto" another voice yelled a blasting curse.
I hit the floor covering Imogen with my body as the spot where we were seconds ago sleeping was ripped apart from the blasting curse. Brining the gun up and looking through the snowstorm of feathers from our pillows and bits of mattress that were still raining down, I tracked the three masked figures in the room all pointing wands at where I had just been.
The fact that these people were pointing a weapon at myself and my Principal immediately designated them as Tangos – targets- in my head. Tango one was the closest with the other two standing a few feet behind the first and several meters apart, he took the first double tap as I bought my weapon to bear.
The first round went straight through the centre of mass and the follow up round, straight through the bridge of his nose. The 9mm hollow point rounds that were loaded into my Glock ensured that the exit hole was a fuck load bigger than the entry one. It also guaranteed that whoever was shot by one stayed down.
As Tango one dropped in a spray of red mater from the hole the size of a saucer in the back of his head, I was already lining up at Tango two when there was a double pop behind both targets and they were immediately frozen in place. Cody and Gordy looked ready to kill.
I roll to my feet and race over to kick the wand away from the downed tango and turn my attention to the other two. I need not have worried. The two elves had them trussed up so tight with their magic that their faces were beginning to turn blue.
"Loosen the binding's guys. I need them alive to question them." The two elves did not look happy with their orders but complied regardless. "Not too loose though. Just enough so they can breathe." A pair of bloodthirsty grins answered the clarified order and the elves were happy again.
"Alex. Something is happening to Imogen." Dorea called to me from her painting. I raced back over to my Principal to see that she was thrashing around on the floor and foaming at the mouth. I picked her up and dumped her on what was left of her bed, calling for help as I did. A little elf popped in right beside me. Not giving her the chance to say anything I ordered her to take over from Cody and for Cody to get whoever they use as a healer right now.
There was a series of pops as several elves appeared and disappeared all at the same time. I recognise one of the elves from the other night when we bought Imogen to the manor for the first time. He waved what looked like a gnarled tree root over Imogen and she was surrounded by a sickly grey light that seemed to pulse with evil intent.
"Master Alex, someone is trying to poses and track Mistress Imogen. I believe that it is the soul fragment from grey beard calling out to its master to come and retrieve it because it feels threatened. Soul fragments do have some sentience."
"I can put her into stasis which should stop thems tracking her, but I thinks that they have already founded the Mistress's location. But it will only be temporary. Whoever is tracking her is very strong."
"Do it" I order the elf. "Whoever these three are that have just breached the wards most likely have tracking charms on them. Whoever sent them will be able to track them. They do not have to worry about Imogen any more.
The elf nods his agreement and snaps his fingers. Suddenly Imogen stops moving and there is a coating of ice over her body.
The alarms suddenly cut off and in the silence I can hear Charlus calling to me. "Alex the manor wards are not yet up to power. If what Paul just said is true, that fucker is going to be coming here as soon as he realises that his kidnapers are not returning. This should have been an in an out snatch and grab but they have taken too long."
I realise that Charlus is correct. We didn't have alot of time. "How do we power up the wards?" I yell as I race back into my room and straight to my bed. I reach under it and grab my rifle, body armour and the thigh holsters containing my other pistol. I start putting my gear on as I return to the master bedroom and another elf pops in with a pair of socks and my combat boots.
I smile my thanks at the little elf and she pops away again. Charlus had a thoughtful look on his face as I threw on my boots and started strapping on my weapons. "Blood is the only way. He said to me."
"Ok I'm guessing Imogen's blood as she is a Potter?" I ask as different alarm starts to sound. Charlus nods at me. "That is the black magic alarm." He states. His face pales noticeably. I raise a questioning eyebrow at him as I clip my Styer onto my body armour and cock the rifle. "It only goes off when truly evil magic is detected within a mile of the boundary fence.
"Well we are out of fucking time." I turn to Cody.
"Is there somewhere in the Manor that Imogen will be totally protected and no one knows where it is?" I ask her.
"Yes Master Alex. There be a place, Cody and Gordy are the only ones who is knowing where it is and how to get to it. It is."
"Stop." I order, the alarms start to get louder and more insistent. Fuck. Whatever or whoever it is, is incoming and fast. "Cody take her now." I yell. "Go, go,go" the second go is not out of my mouth before both of the elves put a hand each on Imogen's frozen body and the elf that put her into stasis and the four of them vanished, just as the windows of the bedroom disappeared with a thunderous detonation that had glass tearing across the room.
Luckily the little elf who had taken over looking after the frozen prisoners was protected by one of the bodies. The two tangos on the other hand were not so lucky. As I dived for cover beside the bed, I saw out of the corner of my eye as they were both ripped apart from the flying glass.
In the aftermath of the explosion, I took a peek over the top of the bed and see a figure dressed in a grey robe enter through the hole where the windows used to be. His face was obscured by a deep hood so I could not make out any details. I noticed there was a pitch black shadow that seemed to be perched on his right shoulder.
"Interesting my friend." He said in a strong voice turning to the shadow on his shoulder. "She was here only moments ago and now I cannot trace her at all." He looked around the room, and his gaze did not even stop as it passed over the three shredded corpses of his kidnappers before they came to rest on my hiding spot.
"I can however." he paused "Sense the person who is cowering behind the bed." He raised his wand and suddenly my arms and legs went completely boneless. I lost my grip on my rifle and it hung uselessly from the clip on my body armour. Another flick of his wand and I float limply over the bed and towards the figure standing in the centre of the room.
When I stop moving I find that I am looking into a pair twinkling dull watery blue eyes. I cannot make out any other details of his face.
For some reason, he doesn't pay any attention to my weapons at all. It is almost as if he doesn't recognise them for what they are.
I feel a force slam into my mind and my whole body flinches waiting for the pain of his Legilimency probe to batter the shit out of my mind. But his probe seems to bounce of a solid wall, causing a brief flicker of pain and shock to flash across his eyes.
I feel the probe retreat, and his eyes widen slightly. The blue seems to dull even further and a red tinge appears around the edges, the probe returns in even greater force and as well as what feels like a spear trying to break through. I also notice another probe start to slither around inside my head trying to gain entrance to my thoughts while using the main probe as a distraction.
While this is going on, my protected mind – thank you Clotho – is planning and strategising. I know that I'm probably going to get all kinds of fucked up once he figures that my mind is impenetrable.
Fuck it. I decide.
Let's see where this ends up. It's going to hurt regardless, so I might as well have some fun. I start to return the stare and I feel the slithering probe falter slightly as he realises that I am not cowering under his glare, and his red tinged blue eyes actually focus on me and not on seeing through me.
Once I am sure that I have his attention I yawn as widely as I could. "Are you done?" I ask him using the voice that a parent uses on an unruly two year old. His face turns incredulous.
"Are you mocking me boy?" He snarls and I feel both his probes leave my head. Unless you are just doing a quick passive scan, legilimency requires intense concentration to be maintained with any great force, and my mocking of him was enough to cause his concentration to falter.
That and I think his poor little ego may have been bruised.
"Actually." I drawl back at him. "No I'm not mocking you. You are boring the fuck out of me." his eyes loose more of the blue and the red becomes more pronounced. This could be a problem.
With a snarl he backhands me across the face and I start to spin around on the spot. I am still held in position by his magic. The spinning causes me to laugh.
Whoops.
"No one mocks me." He points his wand at my face and yells out "Crucio!"
Fuck.
Holy fucking hell. This shit hurts. I don't even try not to scream. I have been tortured before, but nothing compared to this. The only thing I can compare it to would be to hook yourself up to a truck battery by your balls. I can feel the agony of the curse in every part of my body. Nothing is spared as I scream my lungs out.
He holds the curse on me for a minute or two before releasing both it, whatever he is using to hold me up, and the thing that made my limbs go rubbery. Not that being able to use my arms is any use to me at the moment. I am shaking so fucking much that I couldn't even pull the fucking trigger let alone point the fucking gun at him.
Then and there, I decide that one day I will be bringing this mother fucker whoever he is down.
He crouched down in front of me. "Hurts doesn't it?" He smiled at me. I could see the madness in his eyes. "Where is the girl?" he asks. When I don't answer him, he stands up and points his wand at me again. "Crucio!"
He once again holds the curse on me for a few minutes. He obviously knows the potential consequences of holding someone under this curse for a prolonged period. I gasp and try to get enough air into my lungs to stop from passing out. I realised that when you are under that much pain. It actually stops you from breathing.
"Why don't you have a turn?" He gives a maniacal laugh and the black shadow on his shoulder starts to let out the most fucking horrible noise. It has no effect on me but I realise exactly what it is trying to do. It wants to penetrate right into my bones and drive all the hope and happy thoughts from my mind.
Just like listening to Justin Beiber...
This is one type of torture that I am almost immune to. Mental. Mind games have no effect on my mind what so ever, they just annoy me. I think back to the books and with shock I realise what it is. The shounds that this thing is making is the feeling of a Dementor, turned into noise.
That is fucking impressive. But it also has no effect on me so I decide to again have a bit of fun.
Well as much fun as I can have while I'm shaking like a fucking leaf from the after effects of the crucio.
I look who ever the fuck this guy is straight in the eye and try as hard as I could to make the same sound as whatever the fuck that thing is. The flying shadow stops and they both look at me incredulously as I smirk at them.
"Crucio!" the madman screams pointing his wand at me.
Holy fuck this time it is way worse. He really put some power into this one. As suddenly as it started, it stopped.
He sneers down at me. "Maybe you need a different type of motivation." Outwardly I'm not showing any emotion on my face – well I hope I'm not. Inwardly I'm shitting myself.
He flicks his wand at me and I feel myself getting elevated and turned onto my stomach. A muttered word later and my shirt and body armour are ripped from my body and flung against the wall. Thank god the safety was on the rifle or that could have been fucking messy when it hit the wall.
"Hmmm, such a well muscled physique." He taunts me as I feel him running a finger along my shoulder blades. Despite myself, a shudder went through my body at his touch. "Would you like to have another go my pet? Maybe this time you could demonstrate your other special talents?"
Whatever the fuck this demonic beast is lands on my back and I instantly feel a searing pain and smell burning flesh. The pain is not as bad as the cruciatus and I am determined not to scream. The pain moves all over my back and I realise that the mother fucker is walking over as much of the exposed flesh as he can.
"Tell me where she is and this will all be over." The fucking psycho actually croons in my ear.
Ok I have just added this fucking bird thing to my list of things and people I am going to seriously fuck up. God this hurts. I feel the tears running down off the tip of my nose. I look at my arms dangling down and touching the floor and see that they are still shaking from the curses. I wonder if I will have any permanent damage.
"This does not seem to be working my friend. How about we combine our talents then hmmm?"
Knowing what was about to hit me I take a deep breath and brace myself for the pain. I shouldn't have bothered. This time instead of a shout the spell is hissed with such venom that it seems to freeze the room.
This time the pain is like nothing I have ever experienced in my life. As the seconds stretch into minutes, and my screams echo louder than ever around the manor. I begin to wish that I actually had died in that cave and that I had never heard of the Fates.
The Fates! The name echoes through my battered mind. Even though my muscles are locked up tighter than a bank vault from the curse being held on me, I somehow manage to grab my wrists and mentally beg the Fates to help me.
Before, when the Fates had appeared before me, it was with a gentle shimmer and they seemed to fade into view with only the slightest feeling of their presence.
This time however, they appeared with a sound and a force like the end of the fucking world.
I started to receive mental flashes of what was happening around me.
The Wizard was blasted off his feet and straight into the wall behind him. As he slid down the wall leaving behind an impression of his impact, the freaky shadow bird, who had been blown off my back, stabilised himself and with a flap of his wings dived at the now unconscious wizard.
As one the Fates moved. They raised their hands towards the fallen wizard and his now diving companion and there was a massive concussion and a flash of golden light and both the bird like shadow and the wizard disappeared.
The Fates then turned their attention to me. I could not clearly see what was happening, I was just glad that the pain had stopped. I couldn't help the shakes and the sobs that still shook my body.
"Shhhh AJ." I vaguely recognise Clotho's voice in my head, even though I can only see the bottom of her robes. "You did well to call us. Rest and we will take care of everything."
"I I I cccan't." I stutter. "Hhhavvee to ggeet Immm Immoggen."
I feel a gentle hand stroke my shaven scalp. "It's ok Alex. She is safe. We will look after her until you are able. Rest now my Hairetzio. You have done well."
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I wake up lying in a comfortable bed and the sound of hushed voices coming from somewhere past the foot of the bed. I open my eyes and I am greeted with the sight of a darkened bedroom lit by the flames of the fire. I start to roll over and a groan is forced past my lips as my muscles, stiff from being locked ridged for so long while under the cruciatus protest the movement.
"Master Alex." You is waking. Came the voice of the excited Cody. "Thanks you Master Alex for protecting and saving Mistress Imogen again. You is the bestest Master ever." The little elf started sobbing and I slowly reach out a still slightly trembling hand to pat her on the shoulder.
"It's ok Cody. It's my job to look after your family. You and Gordy did an excellent job of protecting Imogen. You did exactly what I ordered you to. You are both a credit to the Potter family." The Head elf blushed so badly I'm surprised she didn't pass out.
I roll out of bed and stumble to my feet. Putting a hand against the wall to steady myself. I look towards the now quiet voices and see Clotho is sitting by the fire conversing with Lord Potter. Lady Potter is absent from the frame I notice. I nod to both of them and slowly make my way to the bath room to take care of my bladder.
Once finished I returned to my room and sunk into the empty seat next to the Fate. "Thank you for coming to my aid My Lady." I formally thank Clotho. "Without your intervention, I would not have been able to carry out my duty to the Potter Family."
"Nonsense AJ. You did exactly what a Protector is supposed to do. You gave the family a chance to escape while you delayed the threat." She paused and I noticed the look she gave the Lord Potter.
"Where is Imogen? How is she?" I asked.
"She is fine lad." Charlus told me. After the intruder left, they summoned a Gringotts curse breaker to the manor and they took care of the soul fragment and several other things that were wrong with my granddaughter." He smiled at Clotho.
"Your friends are very handy to have around. I have never seen the Goblins scared before. As for your first question, Imogen is asleep in her room. It is almost midnight and you have been unconscious for over forty eight hours.
Two days? No friggin wonder I feel so stiff. I haven't exercised in days. I need a shower. I am fucking hungry as hell. And on top of that, I can still feel a slight tremor in my muscles every so often.
I turn to Cody. "Could I please have something to eat? I am famished." Cody smiles, bows and pops out. She returns only a few seconds later with another bowl of that awesome tomato soup I had on my first night here, complete with two fresh bread rolls and an icy can of coke. I love this elf. "You are the best Cody." I praise her and she tries again to burn out her blush bulb.
After I had demolished at least a quarter of the soup, and one of the rolls. I wiped my chin with the serviette and turn to Clotho. "Who the hell was that the other night? And more importantly how the fuck did he find her?"
Clotho studied me silently for a minute. "As for who he was Alex, I unfortunately cannot tell you. This is one of those things that you have to discover for yourself." I nod in acceptance. I had expected as much. Hey I'm just glad they got him off me.
"I can tell you that he is a supporter of Dumbledore. However, he operates from the shadows. He will be difficult for you to find. So I would not waist your energy trying to hunt him down. When the time is right, you shall meet him again."
She pauses while I take another mouthful of fizzy goodness. "Your physical wounds are fully healed. Your muscle tremors will completely fade by dawn. Time is the only thing that you can do for exposure to that curse."
"Your body armour has been repaired by one of the elves and I think that answered all of your questions that you were planning to ask me tonight." She said the last with a smirk in her voice that almost dared me to contradict her.
Challenge accepted.
"I need help with getting Lord James and Lady Lily out of Azkaban. I am sorry Clotho, I have planned and executed dozens of tactical actions in the past, and I am totally lost with this one." I pause when I see the calculating look in her eyes.
"What exactly do you need AJ. And be specific." She ordered.
"I need Team 4."
Clotho looked at me, her expression unreadable. "Justify." Her one word command that could take days to carry out.
I take another mouthful of coke and realise that I had finished the can. Cody pops in with another fresh one and pops out before I can even smile my thanks at her. I shake my head and gather my thoughts. This was something that I had thought long and hard about.
How do you get in and out of the island prison of Azkaban in one piece? The place is a friggin fortress. No one has ever escaped. Ever. I take a deep breath, ignore the slight spasms in my muscles and start to pace the room laying out my plans and reasoning.
The first thing that I have to do is get there. Blind apparating is a bad idea. If you have not been somewhere before or you can't line of sight it you stand the very real chance of parking your ass into a wall. According to the Fates, this has been done dozens of times.
And before you ask why didn't Imogen's magic just allow her to apparate out of the basement where she had been help prisoner? Simple. Dumbledore and also her magic was struggling to keep her alive.
Why do you think that the Fates just didn't drop me down in front of the house when I went to get her? I couldn't, there were friggin wards all over the place that prevented Magical travel. Now how Cody got us out of there? I've got no idea. You will have to ask her.
Can I continue with my story now? Good.
Obviously I can't blind apparate to the Potters. Going in by boat is good, but there is nowhere to land except the dock as the entire island is surrounded by twenty foot high cliffs with nowhere to land a climbing party.
I would bet just about everything, that it had an alarm ward on it – or several - so that as soon as you set foot on it, unless you are authorised, you become disabled and contained in some way until someone comes to verify your identify.
I am also going to have a guess that they would have some sort of motion sensor ward placed at different spots all over the island – it's what I would do.
Another option is to break into the ministry DMLE and kidnap and Auror who can make a portkey to the island, but I'm guessing that that is limited to only a handful of people. A less militant approach would be to take my evidence to the DMLE and have them investigate it.
The problem there is that Dumbles most likely has more than one person in his pocket in that office and they would report to him as soon as an inquiry was made. The Potters would be either dead or moved so friggin fast I wouldn't even get a chance.
I continue to suggest and discard several plans to her. The first thing I realise is that this can't be a solo mission. I need my team with me! A fast rope or HALO drop. Both have the positives and negatives. The two most problematic ones are that I need an aircraft and someone to operate it.
A HALO insertion is great in that unless the enemy have NVG's and if the assault troops keep the noise down, the insertion is silent and almost undetectable. The difficulty is that you need a different egress plan. HALO jumps are normally from a height of 25-35 thousand feet. I don't have the gear for that with me. It's flattened under that cave in Afghanistan from memory.
A fast rope onto the roof of the prison would be perfect. It allows a force to be inserted extremely quickly. The helicopter can then circle the targe to provide over watch and target suppression. And they are also your egress route. The only problem is small arms fire and SAMS shooting down the fucking chopper.
I really need UNICRATT to do this raid. My team consisted of a six man assault force, a UH-60 Pave Hawk helicopter –which had a ten man maintenance team - which was specifically designed for combat search and rescue. Shit it even had low audibility blades or stealth blades fitted – the same ones as the Stealth Hawks that were used by the team that took out Bin Laden back in 2011.
The chopper had a crew of four, which consisted of two pilots a Crew Chief and a gunner, 2 door mounted mini guns, it could fly for about 800 kays with the out rigger tanks fitted and its systems were even hardened against an EMP strike so it would work around magic.
There was silence in the room except for the crackling of the fire. I look at my watch and realise that it is once again after 0100 in the am.
"Keep working on a plan Alex. Get some rest I will see you soon." Without another word she just shimmers and disappears.
I couldn't fucking believe it. I had just talked myself hoarse for over an hour and she just leaves me hanging.
Not having any choice, I decide I'm going to take her advice and go back to bed. I say good night to the Lord Potter – Dorea still hasn't returned and stumble to my bed. I am asleep before my head hits the pillow.
I woke up with a weight on my bladder, bright red hair up my nose and a drool patch on my shoulder. I look over to what caused me to wake up and I see Cody with a cup of tea – I can't friggin stand coffee – in her hand.
"Master Alex it is 6am as yous requested to be woke up." She whispered to me in deference to the still sleeping ten year old that was sprawled across my chest with her arms wrapped around my torso.
I nod my thanks to the little elf and she places the brew on the bed side table then pops out of the room to return to her duties.
I extract myself from Imogen who semi wakes up while I am sliding out from under her. "Go back to sleep little one. I am going for a run."
She mumbles something and then snuggles back down under her dooner. Grabbing my tea I take a sip of the perfectly made brew – I love that little elf. I try to remember where all my clothes are. On a hunch I took a look into the wardrobe and discover that not only had my combat gear been laundered and hung up. There was a ton of new clothes as well. I shake my head in amusement.
"Cody." I called. And almost before the words were out of my mouth the Head Elf appeared beside me.
"Yes Master Alex?"
"Cody not that I am complaining, but where did all of the new clothes come from?" I asked her taking another mouthful of tea.
She gives me a shy smile. "Master Alex, Zoe has volunteered to be your elf. She took note of the sizes of your clothes and went shopping yesterday while you were talking to Master and Mistress in the painting." She paused and looked at the carpet and twisted the hem of her shirt nervously.
I crouched down in front of her. "What's the matter Cody? Remember I can't help you if I don't know what the problem is."
"Master Alex, Zoe is Cody and Gordy's offspring. She is only young and you would be her first Master. Would you allow her to serve you and be your personal elf?"
I suppress a smirk. Good to see nepotism is still strong in the old world.
Not that I am complaining. If Zoe is anything like her parents she will be brilliant. From what I can gather, Cody's family have served the Potters for generations. Hmm, must clarify that.
"Cody, are you sure that Zoe wants to serve me? Don't your family belong to the Potters?"
She looked up at me with a huge smile on her face. "Yes we is do, Master Alex. Cody heard Mistress Imogen tell Master Alex the other night that she would be keeping you around forever, so you is now considered parts of the Potter family." By this time she had started bouncing in excitement.
"This way, Zoe cans stay here with the Potters, but also serve Master Alex as well."
Well I couldn't argue with that. "Ok Cody. I am going to go for my run, I will call for Zoe when I get back." I stand up and grab my running skins, tank top socks and running shoes from the wardrobe.
"Yes Master Alex, Zoe wills be so happy." With a slightly louder than normal pop she vanished. I guess that emotions can effect even an elfs magic. Interesting, something to remember as well.
I get changed, finish my tea and leave the cup on the bed side table to take to the kitchen later. I grab my Glock and place it in its holster that clips into the back of your pants along with two spare mags and walk towards the front doors of the manor.
As soon as I stepped out of the doors, the cold hit my like a punch in the face. My breath immediately started to fog. I decided then and there that I needed a leather jacket. I spent ten minutes stretching and then setting my watch I started to run towards down the driveway.
Once I got to the front gate I turned left and ran along the inside of the wall. From my discussions with the Potters yesterday, I had learnt that from the front door, down the driveway, around the perimeter fence and back up the driveway was exactly 10km – apparently one of the Potters was a landscaping nut and had a thing for mathematics as well.
This was perfect as 10 kays was my normal morning running distance. The house also had a gym as well, which I planned on finding in the next day or so. Lord Potter had assured me that the Elves would replace and or update all of the equipment today. He also informed me that both he and his wife were quite the fitness nuts when they were alive.
One thing I love about running is it gives me time to plan. I started doing this when I first joined the Regiment and it has stuck with me for years. This morning following my orders from Clotho the night before I start to re-plan how to do a solo extraction of the Potters from Azkaban.
This mission is exactly what Team 4 did and I don't have them.
Fuck.
I've got nothing.
Fuck .
I continue to swear to myself as I spend twenty minutes punching out a hundred of each push ups and sit-ups and then do my cool down stretching. I'm still swearing to myself as I walk back into my room – quietly of course. The rug rat is still sleeping in my bed, walk over to the closet and grab my clothes for the day, walk into the bathroom and strip off. I turn on the shower as hot as I can stand it and as fast as the water would flow.
As the pressure from the nozzle threatens to give the shower head death wobbles, I put my hands against the wall and let the water scream down over my head. The just shy of burning hot water relaxes my tense muscles and allows me to try and refocus my brain on the problem at hand, rather than on what I wish I had to work with.
After twenty minutes I decide to give it up as a bad idea. I cannot get passed the requirement for at least a four man team at the minimum. I make a mental note to ask Charlus if he has any usable contacts in the Auror or Hit Wizard office that may be able to help.
Remembering what happened the other day, I had decided to dress appropriately until I can confirm that the wards are back up to strength. I pull on my black combat gear including the repaired body armour. I decide to leave the F88 alone but I still carry both Glocks.
I put on both of my thigh holsters and jam both pistols into them, securing the thumb breaks as I did so. I also remind myself that I need to ask Zoe to get me a coat as it is friggin cold in the UK. And I do not have anything to keep me warm. I leave the bathroom and head down to the dining room for breakfast.
On the way down the hall way I call for Zoe and an elf that came up to just below my waist popped into the room, wearing the Potter House Elf uniform. The offspring of Cody and Gordy is practically vibrating with excitement.
With a shock I realise that Zoe is the elf that was in the room with me the other day when everything went to shit.
"Good morning Master Alex, thanks yous for allowing Zoe to serve yous." She said with a deep bow. Her voice while high pitched wasn't as grating as I had feared it would be.
"You are very welcome Zoe." I tell her placing my hand on her head. I could feel the excitement bubbling through her tiny body. "Now before I go down to breakfast I need to thank you for your help with those bad wizards the other day. Are you ok after what happened?" She beamed a massive smile at me and blushed at the same time. It was quite funny site actually.
"Oh yes Master Alex. Zoe be good. Zoe was very scared though when bad man came through the window. But Master Alex made it so he didn't see Zoe and lets her gets away. Master Alex is the best Master ever." The little Elf was bouncing in excitement as she finished her talk and I realised with disbelief that she managed to say it in one friggin breath. That is impressive.
"Zoe, could I ask you to find me a non-magical black leather jacket. It's to bloody cold outside here. Actually where is here?" I quickly decide to ask my question in case she continues to go on about how great Master Alex is. Honestly guys I'm not that narcissistic.
"Of course Master Alex, Zoe be is getting yous a coat straight away. Potter manor is located in Wales's sir. We is near South Stack, the water you cans see out yours windows is Gogarth Bay."
I smile my thanks to the little elf. "Also I would like to say thank you for sorting out my wardrobe yesterday. I do appreciate it. Thank you Zoe, you can go." I tell her. She smiles at me, bows and pops out. I chuckle at my little assistant, and I realise that the apple did not fall very far from the tree. She is exactly like her parents.
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