The Black Star
Chapter 1: It Begins
Detective Hermione Granger sighed as she took another folder off the stack of folders that stood on her desk. Police work is one percent footwork and ninety-nine percent paperwork.
Hermione was a very pretty twenty year-old and the youngest detective on the force. She had cinnamon brown eyes and bushy brown hair. And she stood five feet five inches tall which was about as tall as the stack of paperwork she was trying to get through.
"GRANGER!!!" thundered Captain Hillsdale loud enough to shake the rafters, "My office now!" Hermione jumped up and practically ran into the Captain's office. Captain Hillsdale was a fatherly looking gentleman that could blow the roof of with a single shout. He had brown hair with traces of grey in the sideburns.
As soon as Hermione entered the office Hillsdale stopped pacing behind his desk and handed her a file that had been lying on his desk.
"Granger," he said, "as you've probably already heard, some archaeologists have uncovered a crypt in the Scottish countryside that they believe is at least two thousand years-old. They're bringing the artifacts to the Bartough Museum I want you work the security detail for these artifacts nothing must happen to them they are priceless, oh and take Ferris with you!"
Hermione groaned internally the last thing she wanted was to have to baby-sit Will Ferris the biggest bungler on the police force. Everyone at the precinct knew that he wouldn't even have a badge if his uncle wasn't a big muckety-muck at the capital that had pulled some strings.
MEANWHILE IN A HIDDEN REALM….
A handsome young man of about twenty years old stood on the edge of a mystic abyss he had raven-black hair and emerald green eyes but the most noticeable thing about his face was a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. Above his outstretched hand there hovered a sphere of shimmering black light. Quickly he dropped the sphere into the abyss and said,
"EN SEALIOUS ETERNACUS!!" Instantly the sphere was sealed in the abyss which closed behind the young man as he turned around. Instantly the boy found himself in an ancient stone hallway. The young man turned at casually walked down the hallway, around the corner, down a spiral stone staircase and into a very austere looking office
"Working hard, Harry?" said a voice behind him. Harry wheeled around and broke into a wide grin as he came face to face with a red-haired young man who stood about two inches taller the he did.
"Ron," said Harry giving him a manly hug, "what brings you down to the field office?" Harry was an Omni level Auror (top level) and Ron worked in the Assignments office.
"I just though I'd stop by and see you since I had to come down here and deliver some papers to Dumbledore." Replied Ron with a smile. Harry sat down at his desk and Ron took a chair. They were just about to start reminiscing when a parchment appeared on Harry's desk. Harry picked it up and looked over it.
"Uh oh," he said
"What is it?" said Ron straightening up is his chair.
"It seems that that the Muggles have found Gryffindor chest." Said Harry, "They removed it from the ancient Crypt and took it to the Bartough museum." At this news Ron let his fist slam down on the arm of the chair.
"I told our archaeology department when they located the crypt last year that leaving that chest in the muggle world was a bad idea," said Ron angrily, "The chest contains the Scroll of the ancient ones. It contains the key to releasing and controlling the creatures locked in mystical holding areas like the abyss!" no sooner had Ron said this than the crystal ball on Harry's desk began to glow blood red. Ron and Harry rose from there seats.
"Does that mean what I think I means?" said Ron his face turning pale. In the next instant he and Harry teleported to a desolate area of their realm called Lands-end in the middle of which was a huge dark stone tower. Racing up the stairs they found shackles dangling lose and a hole blown in the back wall.
"Oh no," said Ron, "Koval the Black star wizard has escaped!"
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Three nights later…at the Bartough museum…
Harry stood outside the Bartough Museum. He had made a beeline to it after learning that Koval had escaped.
"Yeah," he said to himself, "That chest is exactly what Koval will come after as soon as he finds out about it. That is if I don't get it first." Instantly Harry teleported himself inside the museum. Working his way through the exhibits he finally came to the Scottish crypt exhibit. He waved his hand and the inferred beams went off. Once the security system was disabled he walked up to the chest.
The chest was cedar with gold trim and a Griffin's head latch.
"This is too easy." He said. No sooner were the words out of his mouth than he heard a gun cocked behind him.
"FREEZE," snapped a feminine voice behind him.
"Me and my big mouth," muttered Harry
"Put the chest down!" she snapped.
Harry put the chest back on the pedestal raised his hands and turned around slowly. He found himself face to face with a pretty bushy-brown-haired Lady detective. Harry flashed a million dollar smile.
"Save the charm, Lover-boy," she snarled, "Ferris cuff him." Detective Ferris stepped around behind Harry and there was some clicking as Harry stood there with his hands behind his back. Suddenly Harry crinkled his brow and held up both of his hands which were still completely free. Harry turned around to see that Ferris hand handcuffed himself to the hand rail.
"Idiot," muttered Hermione as she cuffed Harry herself.
"Well," said Harry smiling down at her, "If I had known you were going to hold my hand I would have gotten myself arrested sooner."
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