Chapter 2
Dark Star Rising
Captain Hillsdale stood looking through a two way mirror watching to officers attempting to interrogate Harry. Just Then Hermione came walking through the door.
"Well," she said standing next to him, "has he talked yet?"
"Oh he's talked alright," said Captain Hillsdale with a note of sarcasm in his voice, "HE'S BEEN GIVING THEM THE RUN-AROUND FOR THE LAST TWO HOURS!!"
"Let me talk to him," said Hermione, "I think I can make him talk." Hillsdale nodded and Hermione turned and walked to the door of the interrogation room. Right before she opened the door she saw her own reflection in the window. She stopped and began to smooth her hair and check her appearance then she caught herself.
"What am I doing?" she said to herself, "this is a suspect not prince charming!!" huffing she turned back to the door. Opening the door she motioned for the two cops in the room with Harry to leave. Harry was sitting at the table with his elbows propped up on it wrists still cuffed. When Harry saw her he flashed a smile and leaned back in his chair.
"I trust you'll be better company than those two gentlemen." He said
Hermione pulled a chair out from the table and sat down.
"That depends on whether or not you intend on treating me like you treated them."
"I wouldn't think of it," Said Harry who was smiling over his hands.
"Why were you trying to steal the chest from the crypt exhibit? Most thieves would have gone to the jewel exhibit."
"I'm not most thieves," said Harry smiling. Hermione slammed her fist on the table.
"Don't you get it!!" she thundered, "What you tell me could me the difference between a short jail sentence and a long one!!" Harry remained unconcerned.
"The only reason you are able to hold me here is because I'm allowing you to." He said. Hermione was livid
"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!!" Harry and Hermione were now standing on opposite sides of the table leaning forward so close that their noses were almost touching. Suddenly Harry leaned forward and kissed her right on the tip of her nose.
"WHY YOU INSOLENT___!!" snapped Hermione. Her face turning red and too angry to finish her sentence she opted to take a swing at Harry. Hermione swung aiming a right -cross for Harry's nose. Harry ducked and Hermione had swung so hard that when her fist didn't connect with anything she swung completely around and landed in a chair.
Hermione jumped up and hammered on the door.
"Guards take him," she said, "put him in solitary maybe that will take the wind out his sail!!" The guards grabbed Harry by the arms and hauled to a cell in the Jail. Harry walked into the cell and the door clinked shut behind him. Harry sat down in the middle of the floor with his legs crossed Indian style. He looked at the door and smiled. Suddenly in a flash of light he was gone.
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Hermione paced angrily behind her desk muttering to herself as her friend Etta another female detective watched trying to hide her amusement.
"I can't believe that guy," she fumed, "kissing my nose right in the middle of the interrogation room!!"
"He really got under your skin, didn't he?" said Etta.
"No he did not get under my skin!" Snapped Hermione
"Then why did you blush when he kissed your nose," smiled Etta.
"I did no--I'm not even going to discuss this with you Etta!!" retorted Hermione. Suddenly Ferris came running in to the office.
"Her-Her-mione," he gasped.
"What is it?" asked Hermione
"It's your black haired prisoner," he replied catching his breath
"What about him?"
"He's gone!!!"
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"This is impossible," said Hermione as the police looked over the cell the locks and searched the area outside the jail, "The guy would have to be some kind of magician to get out of here."
Harry stood on top of the highest building in the area and looked down on the city suddenly his scar began to burn. In the next instant there was a horrendous crash behind him. Whirling around Harry came face to face with a giant gray ogre.
"Grock," said Harry, "who let you out from under your rock?"
"My Master will soon have the scroll of the ancient ones and you will not be there to stop him." Grock's hands morphed into blades and he attacked. Harry ducked the first blade and jumped the second one. Before Grock could attack again Harry fired a bolt of energy out of his hand blowing Grock's blades to fragments. Grock slumped to his knees looking at his bloody hands. Harry walked up to Grock and placed a glowing hand on Grock's forehead. And with a primal scream Grock was transported into the Abyss. Harry shook his head.
"Why would Koval send someone that he knew wouldn't stand a chance against me?" he said to himself
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Hermione walked up to the front door of her house. She was still in a state of disbelief over what had happened at the precinct and dismayed to find out that she was still thinking about that Raven-Haired suspect who had had the audacity to kiss her nose. She shoved her key into the lock, unlocked the door and pushed it open then stopped short when she heard the sound of dishes rattling. Drawing her gun and cocking it she moved slowly inside the house around the corner to see Harry standing at the eloquently set table lighting the candles. Harry looked up and smiled as he blew out the match. He walked around the table and pulled out one of the chairs.
"Good evening," he said, "I do hope you like grilled chicken with all the trimmings."
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