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Cordelia, Fred, Wesley, and Angel rushed towards the fountain as the crowd surrounding it slowly grew in size as people came out of the shops to see what was going on. When they reached the crowd they pushed their way to the front despite many protests.
They watched as 2 wizards dressed in similar robes slowly cut down the man from his bindings and other wizards dressed like the other 2 kept the crowd at bay.
“Who are they?” Fred asked.
“Aurors, they are sort of….the law enforcement of the wizarding world,” Wesley replied as he copied the brand on the shopkeeper’s chest into a notebook he had bought earlier. It was a diamond with a plus sign inside that was connected to each corner of the diamond.
“Alright everyone, move along. Please let us work,” one of the aurors said as he began to push back the crowd.
“I don’t understand….why would they show me this now after it’s too late,” Cordy asked.
“Perhaps we should go back to the Leaky Cauldron and have a meeting with the others; try to see if we could learn something,” Wesley said.
“Yeah I guess; what do you think Angel?” Cordy said turning towards him only to find that he wasn’t there, “Where’d he go?”
Fred just shrugged in response as Wesley craned his neck to get a better look at what was going on. The more information we have the better he thought.
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Well the others had been talking Angel had noticed 3 people land on brooms behind a building off to the right and he had went to go investigate.
Angel went to the back of the building and watched the figures dismount their brooms. He didn’t recognize any of them.
One man also dressed in the same garb as the other aurors except for a badge sewn on his robe that said Head of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic. He “looked rather like an old lion. There were streaks of grey in his mane of tawny hair and his bushy eyebrows; he had keen yellowish eyes behind a pair of wire-rimmed spectacles and a certain rangy, loping grace even though he walked with a slight limp” (Rufus Scrimgeour).
One of the other men carefully collected the brooms; he was younger then the other two and had flaming red hair. He also wore shorn-rimmed spectacles and he stood by the last man as though he was the man’s glorified secretary (Percy Weasley).
The last man was older and stood in the middle of the two others. He was obviously the leader of the group. He was a portly man with rumpled grey hair that poked out of a lime green bowler hat. He also wore a pinstriped suit with a scarlet tie and a long black coat complemented by his pointed purple boots (Cornelius Fudge).
The three men stood in front of the back wall of the building as though they were waiting for something to happen.
“This is terrible business,” the man in the lime green bowler hat commented shaking his head, “We have enough to deal with at the ministry without occurrences such as this.”
“Yes, I quite agree Minster Fudge,” the red had said trying to please his boss.
“Have your men found any leads as to who could have committed the murder?” Fudge asked the other man, ignoring the boy.
“No Cornelius, but I think it is fairly obvious who the perpetrator is,” the other man said.
“We have no proof,” Fudge said dismissing the idea.
“No, but it is highly likely that it is he-who must not be named or one of his followers,” the other man replied.
“Rufus, until you have more substantial evidence I suggest you keep your theories to yourself,” Fudge said.
“Yes, I agree; besides even if he-who must not be named is back, which I highly doubt the last lead that was found indicated he was in Albania not England,” the red head said knowingly.
“Quite right Percy,” Fudge said, beaming at the boy.
Then the wall they were standing in front of began to vanish and revealed a large steel door, which slowly opened revealing a small goblin.
“This way minister,” the goblin said. The 3 men went through the door, the youngest carrying all their brooms. When they had all entered the goblin looked around to make sure no one had seen them go in and he locked the door behind then which then disappeared as fast as it had appeared.
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Cordelia, Wesley, and Fred had looked for Angel but couldn’t find him so they went back to the Leaky Cauldron assuming he would meet them there and they had decided to have a meeting with the others to discuss what had happened.
Cordelia, Buffy, Fred, Willow, Tara, Giles, Wesley, Anya, Xander, Gunn, and Spike were all sitting in Cordelia and Fred’s room discussing what had happened.
“So the just left him there hanging?” Tara asked, distraught. Fred only nodded as Cordy popped 2 aspirin into her mouth for her headache.
“That’s horrible,” Willow said.
“Hmmmm,” Giles said as he stared at the paper Wesley had given him that had the picture of the brand that had been on the man’s chest on it, “This looks familiar.”
“Really?” Buffy said, “From where?”
“Unfortunately, I haven’t the foggiest idea. I’m afraid; I can’t remember.”
“So what do we do now?” Xander asked.
“Well, we were unable to contact Dumbledore so I suppose we just get on the train tomorrow and talk to him when we arrive at Hogwarts,” Wesley reasoned.
“Yes and in the mean time I’ll do some research and try to find out what exactly this symbol means,” Giles said.
“Oh, I can help. Just let me get my lab top and I’m all over being research girl,” Willow said.
“Me too,” Fred said
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“Yes, I’ll help as well I have some books that might prove useful,” Wesley said as the 4 of them exited the room to start researching the mysterious symbol.
“Is the meeting over?” Anya asked.
“I guess,” Buffy said.
“Good, Xander and I want to go have sex.”
“Anya,” Xander said, laughing and covering her mouth, “It’s not share time,” and with that they both left the room.
“Didn't see that coming,” Gunn said as Angel entered the room.
“Where have you been?” Cordelia asked.
“Around,” Angel said.
“Enough with the cryptic,” Buffy said, “Do you have any idea who did this?”
“I’m not sure. I heard some guys talking about someone called he –who must not be named.”
“Who the bloody hell is that?” Spike asked.
“I don’t know but if they can’t even says the dudes name he must be pretty bad,” Gunn said.
“I’ve heard of him,” Tara whispered.
“Really?” Buffy asked turning towards her.
“Umm yeah he was a really evil wizard; the worst in history. He killed a lot of people.”
“What happened to him?” Cordy asked.
“He was stopped by a boy named Harry Potter.”
“Wait; let me get this straight, you’re telling me some little kid killed the biggest bad ass wizard of all time,” Gunn said.
“He didn’t kill him, he just defeated him. For along time everyone thought he-who must not be name was dead but many people believe he has just recently come back into power,” Tara explained.
“So do you think this he-who….wait what is his name anyway?” Spike asked.
“Voldmort, Lord Voldmort” Tara whispered in a voice barley audible.
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“This is so unfair,” Dawn said. She was sitting on her bed with Connor playing cards, “They treat us like we’re babies.”
“I win,” Connor said.
“Hey, no fair,” Dawn said, “I wasn’t paying attention. I was busy ranting. I want a rematch.”
“Okay,” Connor said as he collected the cards, shuffled and began to deal them, “So who do you think did it?”
“I don’t know,” she said looking at her hand, “How could I; when I’m not even allowed to fully hear what happened?!”
At that Connor dropped his cards, realizing Dawn wasn’t going to pay attention until she knew what was going on.
“Come on,” he said.
“Huh?”
“If you want to know what’s going on so badly, why don’t we go find out?”
Slowly, they both left the room and crept toward Fred and Cordy’s being carefully not to be seen.
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“Can you here anything?” Dawn asked. They were sitting outside Cordy and Fred’s room with their ears pressed against the door trying to figure out what was going on.
“No, can you?”
“No, wait, wait I hear something…..Harry Potter?”
“What does Harry have to do with anything?”
“I don’t know maybe if you could be quiet I could find out.”
“Me? What about you?”
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“Do you hear something?” Angel asked.
“I don’t hear anything,” Buffy said.
"Me neither," Cordy said.
“I do; it’s coming from behind the door,” Spike said.
“I guess being a vampire has its advantages; super hearing and stuff,” Tara said as Buffy got up and moved towards the door opening it.
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Suddenly the door opened in the middle of their argument, only to reveal and angry Buffy.
“Uh-oh busted,” Dawn said.
“You got that right,” Buffy replied, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Hey, dad,” Connor said looking past Buffy at his head and giving him a lopsided grin.
“Hi, why don’t you come inside?” Angel said.
“No that’s okay. I’m fine right here.”
“Yeah, me too,” Dawn said.
“Maybe you should just fill the little bits in; not like their toddlers,” Spike said, “Besides I suspect they’ve seen enough things go bump in the night, no use coddling them now. Damage is done by now.”
“He’s got a point,” Gunn said, “He’s annoying as hell, no offense but he’s got a point.”
“None taken, Charlie boy; feelings mutually,” Spike replied.
“Fine whatever,” Buffy said as Dawn and Connor entered the room and they told them everything they knew so far. In turn Connor and Dawn told them what Harry, Ron, and Heromine had told them about Lord Voldermort.
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