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Chapter 4:
A man, his hair greying and with a neatly trimmed beard, awoke with a start. His eyes darted around the room, before an almighty boom resonated. He quickly threw off his bedsheets and as he sprung out of bed his eyes found the sight in the window. A glowing translucent pyramid covered the chateau and illuminated the night. Cracks broke their way across the panes that made up its sides, as pieces fell from them like glass, burning into nothingness on the way down.
"Vous devez partir!" he whispered to the now awake partner in his bed. Fear marred her elegant face.
"Non," she whispered. "Je ne partirai pas."
A wand appeared in the man's hand. He swept it cross the woman as he whispered. She flew out of the bed and landed gently in a fireplace that enlarged to accomodate her. The sound of wood splintering echoed through the chateau.
He flicked his wand upward as green flames engulfed the woman. As she disappeared into the green flames, a dome of blue sprang into place outside, covering the chateau. The green flames died instantly.
"Merde!" he swore. The door to his bedroom flew of its hinges and hurtled towards him. He pointed his wand at it, "Frangit Repulsatque"
The door stopped suddenly before bursting into splinters, and before the splinters had a chance to fall they flew back through the now open doorway. Cries of pain rewarded his efforts.
"Flammata" he cried. A wall of flames sprung up obscuring the doorway. He pointed his wand at the flames, "Pyros Mobiliata"
The flames sped out of the doorway into the hall beyond. Their glow illuminating the figures int the hallway. As the chateau caught fire from his spells, the figure advanced, clothes burning. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, and as the man surveyed his assassin's his eyes widened.
Covered in blood from the splinters and red from the fire they smiled evilly. Their skin slowly started to knit itself back together taking on a pale color. He shouted another incantation and a wall of blue magic pushed the creatures back into the hall.
He pointed his wand at a silver candelabra on the wall. It tore itself off and glowed red, incinerating the bits of plaster that still clung to it. The superheated silver split itself into three amorphous spheres which lenthened into glowing red spikes before cooling and resuming their sliver color. He made a sharp motion towards the doorway and the spikes shot off into the hall. Two of the creatures burst into flames, matching their surroundings, as the spikes pierced them, but the third dodged with unnatural speed.
The man tried to incant another spell, but the creature, moving again with inhuman speed, slammed him into a wall holding his wand-arm above his head. It opened its mouth, fangs springing into existence before it tore into the neck of the man. As the man fell unconscious, the creature pulled back furrowing its brow, blood dripping down its grisly maw, the red contrasting the paleness of its face.
Outside the blue dome disappeared. As the dome fell, the creature disappeared with a pop, taking the man with him.
The chateau continued to burn, orange flames illuminating in the night sky, growing brighter as more and more of the house caught fire.
A green fire burst into existence in an office, a country away, startling the old man behind his desk. A woman was spat out by the fire place into the center of the room.
She looked up at the man who arose from his seat to meet her.
"Zey came for him, Albus," she cried, tears flowing down her cheeks as she fell to the floor. "Zey came, for him and he made me leave."
Dumbledore's face grew hard. He flicked his wand a silver bird flew out and sped out of the office flying through thew walls.
"Perenelle, I need you to calm down, and explain to me what happened."
She tried to control her crying. "Zey tore our wards down, Albus. W-we had no notice."
Dumbledore walked over to her and lifted her off the ground. "Did you see who?"
The woman shook her head, " 'e made me leave," she choked out. "Z-zey were quick. I 'eard them at ze door, as Floo'd. H-he..."
Dumbledore engulfed the woman in a hug, as she broke into tears. The door to the office opened. A man and a woman stepped into the room.
"You called for me, sir?" the man said.
"Tom," Dumbledore seperated himself from the crying woman. "Nicholas Flamel has been taken. Go to the Flamel estate, find out what you can."
Riddle nodded, schooling his shock, as he pulled out a bronze coin. He tapped it, causing it to glow blue briefly. When the glow died down, Tom disappeared.
Dumbledore turned to the new woman. "Poppy, see that Perenelle is made comfortable, and check to see that she hasn't been injured," he said to the Healer as he motioned for her to come forward. Pernelle fell into the embrace of the Madam Pomfrey, sobbing into her shoulder.
"Perenelle, I must go to Whitehall and inform the Prime Minister of this...development. I will return in the morning."
He whistled loudly, and not a moment had passed before a ball of fire appeared in the air as a hawk-like bird flew out of hit. The bird landed on Dumbledore's shoulders, "We will rescue him, Perenelle, I swear to you that I will do everything in my power to return Nicholas to you unharmed."
With that, the greatest wizard of Britain disappeared in a ball of flame.
A/N: Well that's the 4th chapter. I promised action and action I delivered. I'm sorry if my French is terrible, I'm using the translation widget on my Mac.
