This chapter is dedicated to the loving memory of Michael Gambon, the actor who brought Albus Dumbledore to life in the movies from "The Prisoner of Azkaban" and beyond. May his soul rest in peace.
LAST TIME:
"Alright," Draco took a pinch of Floo powder in his hand. "You owe me one. Nott's Nook!"
Draco stuck his head into the green flames.
"So," Astoria said awkwardly. "I heard you left the Aurors."
"I did," Harry nodded. "Aren't you supposed to be at Hogwarts, though?"
"I graduated almost six months ago," She said dryly. "I am only two years younger than you, you know?"
"Now I know," Harry grinned. "So you and Malfoy, huh?"
"Well, we just hit off," Astoria smiled. "He's a wonderful man."
Harry hummed in response.
A few moments later Draco pulled his face out and dusted his face lightly.
"He's opening the Floo," Draco walked to stand next to Astoria. "Good luck with your deal, Potter."
"Then I guess there's only one thing left to do," Harry flicked his wand into his hand, making Draco's eyes go wide. "Obliviate."
Ch.7 Coincidences or Connections?
As the green flames faded away, Harry smoothly stepped onto a soft, green carpet. The chandelier above cast a golden glow on the dark stone walls that rose around the richly furnished room.
"You're not Malfoy," a rough voice spoke to Harry's left, making him turn. "Lacero."
A sickly yellow spell sliced toward Harry.
Harry turned his shoulder, allowing the spell to soar past him. With a jab, a stunner flew toward Nott, who batted it away.
"Who are you?" Nott growled, shooting a blasting curse.
The spell splashed across a silver wall of light, making Nott narrow his eyes.
"You're not an Auror," Nott murmured. "You must be W.A.N.D. Augustus told me you folks might come sniffing around."
Harry's eyes widened beneath his hood.
Nott took the opportunity to throw a dark purple curse at Harry.
'No.' A single raven exploded from the elder wand, swallowing the curse.
The raven exploded in a liquidy mess, splattering across the dark green carpet below, steaming with dark vapors.
'Expelliarmus,' the crimson beam punched into Nott.
Harry deftly caught Nott's wand as the man crashed through a table behind. With a flick of his wand, black ropes twisted around Nott, tying him up.
Nott looked up, his face contorting into a vicious sneer.
"You will never get away—" Harry hit the man with a stunner on his forehead.
Nott slumped unconscious into the fragments of the broken table.
"Did you get that?" Harry breathed into his earpiece. "Rookwood knows about us."
"Positive, Felix," De Luca responded. "Make sure the place is clear. If it is, open the floo. We will come through. Team, we do an alpha sweep of the building."
Harry tuned out De Luca's orders, waving his wand in a circular motion. A shimmer of blue magic spread through the place, fading away.
"Clear. There's no one other than Nott." Harry said into his earpiece and tapped the bricks over the fireplace. "Floo's open. Nott's Nook is the place."
"Fern will be coming through first," De Luca replied.
A minute later, the flames in the fireplace turned green and Natalie stepped out of the floo, her eyes sweeping through the damaged parlor.
"Looks like he gave you some trouble," She hummed. "Any injuries?"
Harry shook his head.
"Good," The fireplace flared behind her and Faizal appeared.
"Move along," Faizal grumbled, stepping around Natalie. "Take him away to the HQ, Felix. In the meantime, we will take a sweep of the place for any clues."
Harry plucked the pocket comb out of Faizal's hand.
"Done," Harry nodded, leaning to grasp Nott's leg. "Activate cell sequence. Prisoner secure."
The comb glowed but nothing happened.
"There are anti-portkey wards," Harry frowned as the glow died around the comb. "Ignoring the stupidity of them— our portkey won't break through these. Hippogriff, I need you to take the portkey wards down. Get in here."
The floo flared green and Crystal stepped through, a huge bag in her hands.
"I don't think we can do that, Felix," Faizal held up a strange device. "These are old wards. They are layered, not interwoven. The only way to take out these kinds of wards will be with a bang— piercing through every layer instead of pulling out a single thread."
"You cannot floo back," Natalie muttered. "Not with an unconscious grown man. Hippogriff might take the wards down but it will alert the British ministry."
"Drag him out," Mr. Singh suggested over the comms. "Once you cross the ward boundary, you can portkey out easily."
The floo flared green and De Luca stepped through, his eyes sweeping over the scene.
"Felix," He greeted. "Good work here. Take him away to the interrogation room. Sher's waiting for you in the control unit."
"Aren't you at all worried about Rookwood knowing of us?" Harry waved his wand at Nott's prone form.
"We will deal with it later," De Luca said as Nott's prone form floated up. "Don't bump him into anything and make sure no one sees you."
"Obviously," Harry walked toward the door on the other side of the parlor.
Nott's body floated alongside him as he pushed the door open.
He stepped out into a small garden, much like the one at Privet Drive. Turning back, Harry looked at the manor.
'It is much smaller than I expected.' Harry thought. 'Still, almost as big as Grimmauld.'
Harry shook his head, walking to the gates of the manor.
With a tap of his wand, the iron gates swung open and Harry stepped through, feeling the magic tingle over his skin.
Walking a few more steps away, Harry stepped into a deserted neighborhood with crumbling houses around.
'That seems convenient,' Harry grabbed Nott again.
"Active cell sequence. Prisoner secure," he muttered and the portkey glowed. Harry felt a tug behind his naval as he was whisked away, back to W.A.N.D.
"What's up with her?" Harry's voice broke through the silence of the control room.
Mr. Singh jumped, giving a quick glance at an unconscious Daphne before looking at Harry.
"She was— well, mad," he huffed.
"Who are you talking to, Sher?" Crystal's voice echoed through the room.
"Just Felix," Mr. Singh leaned into the mic. "Continue with the sweep. Make sure you don't miss anything. Old manors usually have secret doors."
"I love secret doors," Natalie sang over the comms. "Makes me feel like I am a real spy."
"You are a real spy," Faizal replied dryly. "Get working."
Harry poked Daphne's cheek but she remained unmoving.
'She has been stunned,' Harry frowned. 'But why?'
"Sorry," Mr. Singh pressed a button on the device. "I was saying, she was mad at her sister— and well, the boy. She wanted to storm down there and kill him— probably both of them. We couldn't have that interfering with our mission. So, we stunned her."
"Right," Harry muttered. "I didn't even know she had a sister. Or that Malfoy was dating the said sister."
"Siblings can often be like that," Mr. Singh offered him a smile.
"Oh, I know," Harry grinned. "I lived with the Weasleys for quite some time. Six brothers, one sister."
"You even dated the sister," Mr. Singh released the button on the device. "If I remember your file correctly."
Harry's grin slipped off his face. "It didn't end well."
"I am sorry," Mr. Singh winced. "Relationships are complicated. Younger ones all the more so."
Harry looked away, his gaze landing on Daphne.
"We should wake her up," Harry cleared his throat. "Maybe convince her to hold off killing Malfoy and her sister."
"You do that. She cannot apparate out anyway. Not from here." Mr. Singh shrugged. "Maybe add a silencing ward so we don't get disturbed."
"Of course," Harry slipped the elder wand into his hands.
A bubble of magic expanded from the wand, covering Daphne and him.
"Ennervate," Harry muttered.
Daphne stirred awake, blinking groggily.
"Morning," Harry smirked.
"What's—" Daphne's eyes shot open. "MALFOY! I AM GOING TO KILL THE FERRET!"
Harry winced.
"Hold up," Harry grabbed her arm as she shot to her feet. "Hold up, woman."
"Let me go, Potter," she growled.
"Listen to me," Harry barked. "You are not going to jeopardize this whole thing by going after your sister and Malfoy. They're adults and can make their own decisions."
"Malfoy might've potioned her," she whirled around, her eyes blazing. "You don't know Malfoy."
"On the contrary, I do," Harry replied. "I know both— Malfoy and the effects of a love potion. She wasn't under the thrall of a potion, Daphne."
"You cannot be sure," she took a step closer. "Malfoy is a slimy piece of shit."
"He is," Harry sighed. "But not so much to potion someone into loving him. Look, Astoria is your sister and I have no right to interfere in a family matter—"
"Then don't," Daphne scowled.
"But, I cannot let you storm there to confront them," Harry stressed. "Not when we have an ongoing mission. Plus, Rookwood knows about us. About W.A.N.D."
Daphne's eyes widened, her mouth moving soundlessly.
'Seems that got her attention.'
"That's— that is not possible," She exclaimed.
"Well, it has happened," Harry shrugged. "Rookwood even told Nott that we would be coming for him."
Daphne pursed her lips. "What else did we find?"
"No idea," Harry popped the bubble of magic around them.
Mr. Singh glanced over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow.
"Sher, what's going on?" Daphne strode forward. "What did I miss?"
"So far, they've found nothing," Mr. Singh stroked his beard. "Hippogriff is trying to break open a safe they found in the study. Nott, meanwhile, is taking a nap in our dungeons."
"Good," Daphne conjured a chair beside Mr. Singh. "How much more time would you need, Hippogriff?"
"Couple of minutes," De Luca's voice echoed through the speakers. "I don't want to blast the thing open just in case it has something important."
"Upper bedrooms have nothing," Faizal announced over the comms. "Uh, wait. Secret door. One very heavily warded. My spells are bouncing off it. Hippogriff?"
"Coming. Let me open this safe," De Luca huffed.
"Do you need us to come?" Daphne asked.
"Nope, we are good," Crystal replied. "We do this a lot. So—"
"Get your ass here, Felix and Khione," De Luca said suddenly. "We need someone to go through these books and documents. Dear Merlin, look at this."
Harry and Daphne exchanged a glance, before moving to the floo.
Only Merlin knew what had happened.
"Valkyrie. Mage." De Luca's voice cut through the office with the sharpness of a dagger.
"De Luca," Valkyrie said, her eyes trained on the two boxes at their feet. Their lids were propped open, silvery guns shining within.
Rather familiar silvery guns.
Harry stood at the side with the rest of the team, his hands clasped behind his back.
"Sir, respectfully, my team is more capable of dealing with this," Valkyrie said. "Let us have this mission."
"Wait a second," De Luca huffed. "We have contributed more to this thing. We caught Myers, who was the first recorded user of these guns. We got these guns from Nott. All your team has done is try to investigate a theft from MACUSA. Something we don't even know is related."
"All evidence points to it being the same guns," Valkyrie scoffed. "Also, we gave you the Rookwood case."
"And once you handed it, it became ours," De Luca's nostrils flared. "Mage, we have everything we need to continue this case. We have gathered a lot of evidence from the Nott residence. Let us act on it."
"Both your fighters are new," Valkyrie glanced at Harry and Daphne. "They might be good but they are not good enough. This is a very high-profile case, sir. I do not think we should let rookies handle it."
Daphne bristled in indignation next to Harry.
"Why, you—"
"Agents," Mage cut in, his eyes hardening at De Luca's outburst. "Let us not fight like toddlers and arrive at a consensus. We work on the same side at the end of the day."
"Yes, sir," Valkyrie stood straighter while De Luca reluctantly nodded.
"So, Hippogriff," Mage turned to De Luca. "Tell me, how much of importance can this case pan out to be?"
"A level five case, sir," De Luca replied. "Or a potential level six. We will need to investigate further into this. These guns are dangerous, capable of mass slaughter and destruction. In the wrong hands, this would spell disaster."
Mage nodded thoughtfully, before looking at Valkyrie.
"I agree with Hippogriff's assessment here," She said evenly. "A level five. A potential six."
"Alright," Mage cleared his throat. "While Valkyrie is correct that both your fighters are new—" Mage's eyes narrowed at Valkyrie as she beamed, "—It cannot be ignored that your team has done the majority of the investigation connecting to this case."
Valkyrie's smile slipped off.
"Thus, Agent Valkyrie, please hand over the MACUSA theft files to Hippogriff," Mage ordered. "And Agent Hippogriff, you are to give any other active case over to them. You are to concentrate on this."
Valkyrie's eyebrows rose while De Luca sputtered.
"Sir, we have four active investigations!" De Luca's hands waved around. "Rookwood, Draven, the Veela kidnappings from Bulgaria, and the mandrake-tentacula potion smuggling."
"All are level three, Agent," Mage said. "In fact, Draven is level two. You must concentrate all your time and effort on this if you think it is a level five. This is an order."
Harry saw De Luca's hands curl into fists behind his back.
"Understood, sir," De Luca nodded. "Valkyrie will get those files."
"Remember, Hippogriff. You said your team can handle it," Mage said. "If you cannot produce results within two weeks, this case too will be handed over to Valkyrie. And your team will go under review. Am I understood?"
Harry saw several people's eyes widen.
"Sir, why take that risk?" Valkyrie chimed in. "You should give us this directly. Let them deal with the smaller cases— hopefully they will solve those before the year is out."
Mage frowned at Valkyrie. "Agent Valkyrie, I believe that you are now overstepping. Get those files and start working on them. I want at least one of theirs solved by your team by this time next week. You have your orders, Agent."
"Yes sir," Valkyrie sighed. "We will get to it."
"Good," Mage turned to Hippogriff. "And I want all of this documented by the end of day. Interrogate and prosecute Nott as required. You have all the departmental resources behind you for this case. This is your chance to prove that your team is still as good as it had been under Cadros, Hippogriff. Get to work."
Mage turned on his heel, disapparating away.
Silence reigned in the team's headquarters as De Luca stared at the spot Mage had been.
"Good luck, De Luca." Valkyrie's lips curled into a smirk. "You will need it. Get those files for me, won't you?"
"Get out," De Luca growled.
"Gladly," Valkyrie grinned, before gesturing to her team to follow.
Once the door closed behind them, De Luca turned to address his team.
"I need you all working on this," he growled. "All your holidays, including Sundays, are canceled for the next two weeks. I don't want to just satisfy Mage. I want this case closed and the bastards behind bars in two weeks. GET TO WORK!"
The team shuffled away, moving toward the boxes of evidence while De Luca stormed up to his office.
"What's gotten into him?" Harry whispered to Natalie as the bang of De Luca's door rang through the room.
"De Luca— Well, it hasn't been our greatest year, Harry," Natalie picked a box. "We lost two team members in the short span of six months— one dead and one crippled. Not to mention, we have the least solves when compared to the other teams. We… are not doing great. If we solve something like this, it will cover it all up."
"It certainly is big enough to cover the past," Faizal dumped a bunch of photographs on the table. "But if we fail—"
"We won't," Mr. Singh cut in harshly. "We have dealt with worse things before. We will do this too."
"If we fail, we go under review," Natalie bit in. "And Valkyrie will take the team apart. Well, the other teams will and Valkyrie will lead them."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Harry frowned.
"They have their pick of their litter," Crystal banged her head against the wall behind the couch. "They take away team members they want, minus the one whom Mage will choose to rebuild the team— a new team. If you're not chosen— well, it depends on Mage then. You will either be fired or kept in the same team if you're good enough."
"Mostly half the team ends up getting fired," Faizal rubbed his eyes. "De Luca will, of course, lose the leadership mantle. But someone like him will be picked up. He is the best with wards. Even Mr. Singh won't have trouble. I mean, he is practically overqualified and everyone loves him. You, Potter, will be picked by Valkyrie for sure because Mage won't make you the leader as you're new. And Valkyrie, being the leader of team one, will have the first pick."
"She might choose one of you," Harry pointed out and everyone shook their heads.
"Puttar, she has had her eye on you since the day you joined," Mr. Singh said. "I believe she had already vetted you as a replacement for Ares. But we beat her to the punch. If we go under review, she is getting you."
"Then we won't give her the opportunity," Harry glanced at each team member. "Let us start by getting what we have on this. Faizal and Crystal, go over the evidence we got from Nott's, especially the guns. Check if it is different from Myers' gun in any way or form. Mr. Singh, De Luca might've said otherwise but go through the MACUSA files. There is no way it is not related. Natalie, we need you to interrogate Nott."
"I need De Luca to sign off the interrogation order," Natalie grouched. "On it."
"Tell De Luca to document the wards he encountered," Mr. Singh said. "Run it through the database to see if we can find similar designs. De Luca took over an hour to break through those. Those can't be normal wards."
"Right." Natalie nodded.
"Then Daphne and I will piece together all that we have over Myers, Rookwood, and Nott," Harry added. "We will meet here again to discuss what we have in two hours. After that, we sleep over it and start fresh tomorrow. Sounds good?"
"Brilliant," Daphne nodded. "Let's get going then."
A multicolored web sprawled in front of Harry. Moving pictures and notes were struck at intersections, trapped like a bug in a spider's web.
Daphne hovered in front of it, her brow furrowed in thought.
"How're Rookwood and Myers connected?" She chewed her lower lip. "Myers had the exact same gun like the ones we found in Nott's hidden room. And, why would two purebloods— one of You-Know-Who's inner circle members, be connected with something this muggle?"
"Myers was a low life at best," Harry's wand trailed over a bright red thread. "And German. He hasn't been in or near Britain all his life."
"He was given money to do what he did. A little over ten thousand galleons." Daphne struck another piece of paper on the web. "There is no way Rookwood was the one who paid for it. His accounts are frozen by the British ministry. And they weren't the richest family to begin with."
"True," Harry nodded. "But Nott could have that kind of money."
"We need to get his account statements then," Daphne said. "Faizal might've got some Gringotts' statement letters in evidence. Or we could wait for him to sing."
Harry flicked his wand, a silvery stag springing forth from it. The stag galloped through the walls, disappearing in a silvery trail.
"You got to teach me that spell," Daphne muttered. "I cannot get more than mist."
"You don't really need that spell," Harry shrugged. "Not unless you are facing dementors or Lethifolds. Not a lot of them around, roaming free, are there?"
"It is still a very tough spell," Daphne said. "One most people can't do. Well, those who weren't in your little army, at least."
"Still sour about that, I see," Harry smirked. "You really wanted to learn from me. Or wanted something else."
A stinging hex flew from Daphne's wand toward Harry who danced out of the way.
"Violent," Harry tittered.
"Careful, Potter," she pushed her wand up her sleeve. "I am still pissed at my sister and the ferret. They will get what's coming for them but you could suffice for now."
Harry raised his hands, a grin curling on his face. "I give. You are scarier than Voldemort."
Daphne narrowed her eyes but said nothing, turning back to the board.
"Hey, Daphne," Harry called.
"What now?" she growled.
"How many people can make something like this gun?" Harry picked a photo of the gun. "Combining muggle technology and magic. That too in bulk."
Daphne frowned.
"There are many," Daphne tilted her head. "Enchanting might be a tricky business but a lot of people are in it. And, I do not think these firearms are really technology. They don't use electricity, do they?"
"Not as far as I know," Harry said. "Not even muggle firearms use electricity."
"According to this, the outer shell is just that. A shell." Daphne pushed a file toward Harry. "With runes and enchantments— half of which I did not recognize."
"So, it is just an enchanted object shaped like a gun?" Harry frowned. "That seems, well— suspicious."
Daphne shrugged. "Even if it is technology, there is a whole guild of Technomages around the world. It is relatively new, but not really rare. This case will turn into a wild hippogriff chase if we pursue this."
Harry hummed, his eyes trailing over the connecting threads of the web.
"We recovered twelve guns from Nott, right?" Harry walked around the table to pick a piece of paper. "Guess what? MACUSA confiscated eighteen guns from an illegal cargo, all of which were later stolen."
"You're saying Nott stole the guns?" Daphne frowned. "Nott has been in Britain for the past three months. He last visited Spain three months ago."
"No, I am not saying Nott stole the guns," Harry shook his head. "Maybe he—"
Harry paused, a hazy memory surfacing in front of his eyes.
"Wait," Harry raised his hand. "You said he visited Spain."
Daphne blinked. "Yes, he did. It was a business trip for some potion ingredients. The items were checked both at the Spanish ministry and the British ministry."
"Okay, but what if he didn't go there for the potion ingredients?" Harry moved around the table and scribbled furiously on a piece of parchment.
"Potter, you have to make more sense than that," Daphne sighed. "You think he came for the guns?"
"No idea," Harry waved her off. "Spain— where Nott visited three months ago. Morocco— where Rookwood is believed to be. Morocco and Spain—"
"Are only separated by the Strait of Gibraltar," Daphne exclaimed, her eyes gleaming. "How hard could it be for a wizard to slip through? This means Nott was visiting Rookwood!"
"Yeah, yeah," Harry nodded. "That's one point. But, Daphne, where are we?"
"W.A.N.D Headquarters?" Daphne frowned.
"Which is in the northern Atlantic closest to?" Harry prompted
"Morocco, Portugal, and Spain," Daphne's eyes widened. "Bloody buggering hell!"
"Rookwood isn't hiding," Harry theorized. "He is keeping an eye on us."
"But the location of the Headquarters is top secret, protected by oaths and enchantments," Daphne pointed out.
"If our identity as an organization could get leaked, why not the location?" Harry pointed out. "Our identity as an organization has gotten out. W.A.N.D. was supposed to be top secret, wasn't it?"
"Not really," a voice said from behind, making Harry and Daphne turn.
Valkyrie leaned against the door, twirling a lock of hair between her fingers.
"Who let you in here?" Daphne growled.
Valkyrie's gaze shifted from her hair to Daphne.
"Kid, don't get me wrong. But you're a rookie." Valkyrie told Daphne. "You've never seen a level five mission, let alone handled one. Potter might have experience in the field but he never has taken a criminal organization apart, level by level. And those Death Eaters don't count. You had a whole government and the public behind you. Here, you will have nothing but your team."
"If we don't handle a level five, we will never get the experience, Agent Valkyrie," Harry said. "And believe me, when it comes down to it, we will not fail."
"And people ask why I want you on my team," A smirk curled on Valkyrie's face. "Anyhow, one of my sources gave me a lead on the MACUSA theft we were investigating. I figured you might want it."
She produced a roll of parchment from her pocket and placed it on the table.
"Also, free advice," Valkyrie's eyes trailed over the web of evidence. "W.A.N.D.'s identity as an organization is not as under wraps as you think. We are just not in the public eye or somewhere people can officially prove our existence. But that doesn't mean people don't know about it. Do you think we just waltzed into MACUSA to investigate their case?"
"Don't we just say we are from the ICW?" Daphne tilted her head.
"We are from the ICW," Valkyrie tutted. "Learn your facts, girl. We are ICW's most elite and even above their little peacekeeping force. We take on scores of cases every year. We have a license to kill and more diplomatic immunity than any Minister of Magic. Someone is always bound to notice. Not to mention, we have faced people— and organizations who knew about W.A.N.D. in the past. It makes little difference, believe me."
"That's why no one made a big fuss about it," Harry frowned. "De Luca brushed me off. Even Mage didn't say a word about Rookwood knowing about us."
"It is not common but every now and then someone will know about us. Know that we are W.A.N.D.— a spy agency." Valkyrie shrugged. "Rookwood worked for the British Department of Mysteries. It is plausible that he heard about us. But they never know the details. The details are where the game is."
"What about our location?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "Does that count as a detail?"
"There is no way he knows where we are," Valkyrie snorted. "Only Mage knows our exact location and can apparate in and out at will. We are not on any map, not even our own."
"But Rookwood is in Morocco," Harry pointed out. "Coincidence? Or a connection?"
Valkyrie frowned.
"Well, it is your case," she said after a moment. "Try not to fail. As much as I would like you on my team, I don't want to do it by dismantling this one. I will win you fair and square."
Valkyrie turned on her heel, and walked out of the door.
"I cannot figure her out," Harry sighed. "How can she be all hostile one moment and friendly the next, I will never know."
Daphne said nothing, quietly unfurling the scroll.
"Harry, the cargo that MACUSA caught," Daphne said. "We now know where it was from."
Harry's eyes widened.
They now had a lead.
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