The Wizard Files: 1943

Gestapo headquarters

1900 hours

May 7, 1943

The S. S. Major angrily slammed his fist against the map. Marked on the map were several fuel and ammo depots of the third Reich that had been destroyed.

“Haven't you managed yet to catch the man responsible for this sabotage?” he yelled at the young S.S. Captain that was standing there.

“We know nothing new Heir Major,” replied the Captain, “he comes and goes like a shadow and he is known only by his code name, The Wizard!

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Resistance headquarters

Somewhere in France

May 7, 1943

1900 hours

A young woman in her early twenties stood at a table in a secret room that was used as a headquarters for the underground. Her real name was Hermione Granger. She was the leader of local underground network. Her code name was Black Rose.

“Six count them six,” she said to herself, “six of our agents have been arrested in the last three weeks. There is a traitor or a Gestapo informant in our ranks the question is who. I don't know who to trust.” She folded the maps and put them back into their secret hiding place. In any other circumstance people would have said that she was to young to have such a big responsibility. But in war-torn Europe of 1942 you had to grow up fast to survive.

She had grown up fast and now because of her successes she was on the top of the Gestapo's as well as the S.S. most wanted list second only to this mysterious agent called The Wizard that not even the allies knew much about. In the last year he had proven himself to be a major pain in the Nazi's collective rear. And he infuriated them with his seemingly supernatural ability to get what ever he was after. She sighed and wished that she could contact him, because at the moment she was more scared than she had ever been. It was torture to her mind not knowing who the informant was.

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“And further more Captain I want you to tell our agents to double their efforts to make the prisoners talk! Some one must know something about the Wizard.”

“Jawohl, Heir Major,” replied the Captain, “Heil Hitler!”

“Heil Hitler!” replied the Major, before walking out of the office. The Gestapo Captain stood there for a moment after the Major left and a sly smile made it's way across his face. Suddenly his hair changed from blonde to black and his eyes changed from blue to green. The S.S. uniform melted away leaved a raven- haired green- eyed young man of about twenty standing there. He walked over to the desk and picked up the little black leather book where the names of the double agents in the underground were list. Looking toward the door he smiled again.

“Thanks for you help Major Dummkopf.” Then with a throaty chuckle he vanished.

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Chapter 2

May 8, 1943

Bordeaux Railroad depot

20:00 hours

Three shadows hid in the bushes watching as prisoners were herded on to a freight train. The prisoners were crammed in like cattle most of them destined for concentration camps. One shadow leaned over to another.

“Black Rose,” he said, “Are you sure this is the right Depot?”

“Yes,” she said, “the recognition code is `Can you spare a cigarette?' and the answer must be, `No, I smoke Cuban cigars' got that?” the two men nodded.

“Good,” she said, “go make contact and be careful!” Two men worked their way around to the side of the depot then they stepped into the crowd adjusted their hats and made their way to the waiting area of the depot.

The Black Rose remained in her hiding spot waiting for her men to return. Suddenly she heard gunfire she looked out from her hiding spot and saw one of her men go down. The other man made frantic dash for the woods and managed to yell out,

“It's a trap run!!” before a bullet cut him down. Black Rose took off through the woods. She could already hear the tracking dogs on her trail. She ran for all she was worth even thought she new she could never out run a pack of dogs. It was getting dark and she could barely see where she was going. Suddenly gunfire erupted and a hail of bullets whistled by her but so far she had not been hit. She broke into a small clearing where she tripped and fell. The dogs burst into the clearing and suddenly stopped dead in their tracks. Black rose looked up and saw that the dogs seemed to be transfixed by something behind her. Turning around she saw a dark form back in the bushes but what really got her attention were the two piercingly brilliant green eyes that the man had. He seemed to be talking to the dogs. Suddenly the dogs turned on the S.S. men that were chasing her and began to tear them to pieces. Black Rose looked back and saw the two eyes they moved to the left. When she looked to the left Black Rose saw the outline of a car near the tree line. The mysterious stranger spoke one word in a voice that had an eerie calm to it.

“Go.” Black Rose didn't have to be told twice she jumped in the car and took off. The stranger stood there for a moment smiled and then he vanished.

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May 9, 1943

Allied Headquarters, England

General Braddock's office

0900 hours

General James Braddock of the American branch of the Allies based in London and General Richard Burke of the RAF sat facing each other in a dimly lit office.

“What have your commanders decided about this-this Wizard fellow?” asked Braddock.

“We're still not sure if we should trust him?” replied Burke. Braddock shook his head.

“I don't understand you,” said Braddock, “What more proof do you need? He's already practically laid half a dozen strategic targets right in our laps. Yet you still don't think that he's on our side.”

“Calm yourself, General Braddock said a quite voice from the far corner of the room, “In times like these you can hardly blame a man for being cautious.” The two men looked in the direction of the voice but saw only a dark form and brilliant green eyes.

“Who are you?” snapped General Burke.

“I'm the man you were just talking about,” replied the voice. Burke was momentarily stunned.

“How did you get in here?” demanded General Burke.

“I have my ways,” replied the voice with a hint of amusement, “but I didn't come here this evening to discuss myself.”

“Well,” said General Braddock, “What do you want?”

“I came to tell you that you must get Black Rose out of France,” replied the Wizard.

“Why,” asked General Burke

“She is in grave danger,” replied the Wizard, “there is a traitor in her underground cell and it has already caused her to lose most of her most trusted Agents. I believe that if we don't act quickly it's only a matter of time before the traitor discovers her identity.”

“That is true,” said General Braddock, “and Black Rose has enough information in that head of hers to permanently cripple the network in her area.”

“Alright,” said General Burke as he walked over to the decanter and poured a shot of whiskey for himself, “If you can get Black Rose out of France and bring her here then that while prove that you are on our side.”

“Very well,” replied the Wizard. When the two Generals turned toward the corner of the room where the Wizard had been standing they found that he had vanished.

“I hate it when he does that,” said Braddock, “it gives me the creeps.”

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May 9, 1943

Resistance Headquarters, France

2100 hours

The Black Rose paced back and forth in her makeshift office. Someone had betrayed them and two of her best operatives were dead. However she couldn't see to dwell on the problem for very long at a time because her mind kept wondering back to those amazing eyes. She was almost positive that she had met the Wizard, well sort of met him.

“Boy,” she thought, “how am suppose to concentrate on anything after meeting him he's the ultimate agent of everyone fantasies all allied guys want to be him and all the girls want to be with him.” She had heard that he seemed inhuman but danged if that bit with eyes in the woods wasn't the sexiest thing she had ever seen. Suddenly she became aware of the fact that she was no longer alone in the room. She jumped up and whirled around and was stunned to find herself staring straight into the same emerald green eyes as they watched her from the shadows. They to her surprise he spoke.

“We need to talk.”

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CHAPTER 3

Black rose stood there stunned for a moment but then she quickly regained her composure.

“How did you get in here?” she demanded.

“I have my ways,” he said calmly, “but that's not important the allied high command has decided that it is too dangerous for you to stay in France your contact General Braddock sent me to get you out.”

“You're The Wizard aren't you?!” she Blurted out. There was a twinkle of amusement in the man's eyes.

“You know that I am,” he replied with a smile in his voice. Black rose mentally kicked her-self for acting like an infatuated airhead.

“How do we get out?” She asked.

“In the morning I want you to go to the train station I'll make sure the Gestapo and the S.S. tails that you've had for the past two days are kept busy. Once you're there sit down at the little café, order the specialty of the day and wait. A friend of mine will find you. You will say, `do you eat here often?' The reply must be, “Yes, I'm partial to the rich chocolate mousse myself.”

“I understand,” said the black rose, “but why not escort me yourself?”

“I'm wanted by the S.S., and the Gestapo even more than you are it would be to dangerous.” He replied.

The black rose shrugged and nodded Knowing that he was right.

May 10, 1943

A Street in France

0900 hours:

The Black rose stepped out of a store that served as a front for one of their undercover operations. She began to walk toward the train-station. She forced her-self to walk casually even though she felt anything but casual. She suddenly became aware of someone shadowing her as she walked she slowly reached into her pocket and gripped the cold hard handle of her pistol. When she rounded the corner she ducked into an alley and flattened herself against the wall. She heard the footsteps coming closer and closer when she heard them slowing down she realized that her tail knew that she had ducked into one of the alleys on this street instead of going on. As he came closer and closer she began to feel frantic. Suddenly a man with an S.S. insignia on his lapel appeared in the Alley.

“Black Rose, I presume.” He said with an evil leer. The black rose put her pistol to her head,

“You'll never take me alive.” She snapped and began to pull the trigger. Suddenly the gun jumped out of her hand and the S.S. officer suddenly burst into flames was reduced to dust before he could even scream. The Black Rose turned and walked out of the alley around the block, and into the train station still trying to comprehend what she had just seen. She sat down in the Café that was part of the station. She picked up the menu and told the waiter the she wanted the specialty of the day then she sat there and waited. A few seconds later she looked and found a handsome raven haired man about her own age standing there. The most peculiar thing about him was a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead.

“May I?” he asked She nodded and he sat down.

“Do you eat here often,” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied, “I'm partial to the rich chocolate mousse myself.” She breathed a sigh of relief.

“You are the Wizard's man.” She said in a whisper. He nodded

“Best call me Harry,” he said, “never know who might be listening.” She nodded,

“And you'd best call me Hermione,” she said, “what's the plan?”

“We go out of here on the train, I'll be posing as a textile salesman and you'll be posing as my wife.” He replied, “I have the tickets and out travel papers.”

“All right,” she said, “When does the train leave?”

“The train that we want leaves in half an hour, we can't go straight for the coast or the krauts will get suspicious.” Just then the Waiter returned with two house specials of the day, the orders turned out to be steak and potatoes.

“What do we do in the mean time?” she asked Harry picked up his fork and smiled,

“Let's eat.”

Time seemed to pass at a snail's pace and that just served to make the black rose more nervous. She tried to eat but her nerves were just to on edge. She looked at her companion and was amazed to see that he was the picture of calm. He sat there greedily devouring his meal as if nothing in the world was wrong.

“How can you be so calm?” she asked as they boarded the train, “aren't you worried about the Gestapo and the S.S.?”

“No,” said Harry, “I know for a fact that the Wizard has every agent of those organizations in this town on a wild goose chase, they think they're chasing him but, they'll be half way to Berlin before they realize that they've been had.

Harry reached out and slid open the door and they walked into the compartment. In one room was sitting area and the other was the sleep area with a huge bed right in the middle of it.

May 10, 1943

Somewhere Between Paris

And Cologne, France

1420 hours:

The first half hour went by uneventfully. Hermione sat there looking at her traveling companion who was dozing peacefully in his seat. He was a good-looking-guy he probably had his choice of girls back at where ever he called home. Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of grinding brakes and a jolt as the train came to a stop. A second or to later there was the sound of loud voices as to S.S. Men along with two Gestapo agents boarded the train and began to check everyone's travel papers. Harry who was now wide awake reached into his coat and handed Hermione her papers. A few seconds later the door of their compartment was shoved open so hard that Hermione was sure he had put it through the wall into the next compartment.

She gave a barely perceptible start when she saw the face of the officer demanding there papers. He had chased her once before during one of her previous narrow escapes she just knew that he would recognize her as a resistance worker. But to her amazement he just took her paper looked at them then pronounced them in order and official then wishing them a pleasant journey he left the compartment.

“How could it be that he didn't recognize me?” she asked flabbergasted.

“The Wizard has his ways of working things out,” Said Harry as he calmly put his papers back in his pocket.

“Hmm,” replied Hermione, “after that I'm beginning to think he's a real wizard.”

“Well,” said Harry, “Like the old Shakespeare quote says: There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in your philosophy, Horatio.”

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