Chapter One: Beyond the Veil
“That’s not going to work, Aragorn!”
“Well, I don’t see your bright ideas taking us far, Sirius!”
These voices were heard echoing through a barren wasteland. The figures were running through a sandstorm as they were pursued by five cloaked figures that seem to be flying. The three wizards continued shooting every spell they can think of as they approached a small forest up ahead. The trees, although dead, were surprisingly still standing. A ghastly and chilling breeze swept over them as the ran through the forest.
“We’re almost there!” Sirius yelled.
“Expecto Patronum!” Legolas yelled.
The five cloaked figures passed right through the patronus without hesitation.
“Impossible,” Legolas gasped.
Looking harder, he could see that the cloaked creatures had eyes and noses.
A cave soon appeared to their right. Although ghastly looking, with a symbol of a lion and phoenix drawn in blood, it was a welcoming sight to Sirius. Three different hand prints were also pressed alongside of the lion and the phoenix. The three wizards jumped into the cave where the five hooded figures stopped immediately. The figures screeched as they sped away from the cave.
“What the hell are those!” Legolas gasped.
“Do you know how a dementor performs their kiss on their victims?” Sirius asked.
Aragorn and Legolas turned.
“Well, you’re looking at the imprisoned souls of those victims,” Sirius said.
In a dark alley way between a five star hotel and a restaurant, a man was lying against the wall between two large dumpsters. He was bound from his neck down and blood was beginning to trickle down the side of his face. In front of him stood a figure with his wand pointing at the man.
The man woke with a start. As soon as he saw who was standing in front of him, he screamed and began struggling against his binds. The figure chuckled and approached the bound man. The night light above the two men was flickering on and off. The bound man looked up again as the light flickered on. Arthur Curry looked as if he hadn’t shaved in days. His rugged features only scared his victim even more. Slowly, Arthur reached into the inside of his leather jacket. On the right sleeve of the jacket was the symbol of a dark red phoenix. The man cringed as Arthur slowly removed the object. He sighed in relief when Arthur retrieved his cell phone. He dialed a number and waited until...
“I’ve got him,” Arthur replied.
He listened for several of seconds before he finally nodded, hung up the phone, and pocketed it.
The man on the ground was silenced at once. Arthur proceeded to effortlessly drape the man over his shoulder like a rucksack, and began running down the alley way.
“Vi!” yelled a voice.
Arthur froze and looked over his shoulder. A police detective stood several feet behind him with his gun at the ready.
“Posare def art vittima!” the detective yelled.
Put down the victim!
A silver ring on Arthur’s right hand glowed the letters: WWW
“Pron e criminale!” Arthur yelled.
This is a criminal!
“Posare def art vittima!” the detective yelled.
“Bene!” Arthur yelled.
Without warning, Arthur threw his victim at the detective. The detective opened fire at Arthur, only hitting the victim as he collided with him
The detective’s eyes went blank as he laid on the alley floor.
“This came in handy. I have to thank Fred and George,” Arthur said admiring the ring.
The bound man was writhing in pain as the bullet wound in his arm began leaking with blood. Ignoring the wound, Arthur picked him up and ran down the alleyway. He turned to the back of the hotel where there was a formal party on the hotel’s dock, overlooking the water. Arthur crept into the shadows, and set the bound man down. He stripped off his clothes revealing his green and orange swimming trunks. He placed his clothes in a duffle bag and swung it over his shoulder, before putting the bound man over his shoulder. The man began writhing in fright.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be doing the swimming,” Arthur said to him.
He began running right into the party. The partygoers were staring on in shock and outrage while some the teenage girls giggled and raised their skirts slightly. Arthur winked at them as he approached the water.
“Buona Sera!” he yelled before diving into the water.
Arthur dove several of feet before going into high speed through the water. It was only thirty seconds when Arthur resurfaced and climbed out of the water. He was now carrying the bound man like a suitcase as he approached a cozy boat house. The bound man looked up at the house and began struggling against his binds again. On the roof of the boathouse was a snowy-white owl that was looking down at them. When they approached the door, Arthur looked through the keyhole. A blue light emitted through the hole and into Arthur’s eye. The locks on the door clicked open, and Arthur entered. He walked right into a small warm living room and threw the man down to the floor.
“Ready for interrogation?” Arthur asked.
A man got up from his armchair and approached the man on the floor. It appeared that the man too hasn’t shaved in days, but the bound man on the floor immediately recognized the man because of his lightening-shaped scar.
“Hello, Wormtail,” Harry said.
He lifted the Silencing Charm.
“H-Harry! What a surprise! H-How have you been-”
“Save it, rat!” Arthur said before kicking him in the ribs.
Pettigrew moaned in pain.
“Do you have any guess as to why you are here?” Harry asked.
“N-no,” Pettigrew replied.
“Well, that doesn’t surprise me one bit,” came a voice from the stairs.
Everyone turned to find Ron approaching them. His hair was now long enough that he had it pulled back in a ponytail, making a striking resemblance of his brother Charlie.
“I was looking into your records, Wormtail-” Ron continued waving a large file with the words stamped: CLASSIFIED.
“H-how did you get those!” Pettigrew interrupted in shock.
“I have my methods. As I was saying, I was looking into your records, mainly your school records. It seems that you weren’t the brightest of your class, but you were definitely one of sneakiest,” Ron said.
“What does my school records have to do with what’s happening now!?!” Pettigrew asked.
“Because these records have a strange connection with someone we’re pursuing,” Arthur said.
“Who?” Pettigrew asked.
“Severus Snape,” Harry replied.
“But we were and still aren’t friends!” Wormtail countered.
“It was once said ‘Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer’. You were definitely living up to that quote before you betrayed my father,” Harry countered back.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Wormtail said shakily.
Harry nodded to Ron who began shifting through the confidential papers until he took out a piece of parchment, and handed it to Harry. Harry knelt down in front of Pettigrew.
“I remembered that you would always get into trouble with my dad back in your school days. I mean I have the records right here-”
“How did you get those!?!” Wormtail asked.
“Like what Ron said, he has his methods,” Harry said.
“When Dumbledore was still alive, he would always tell me to look at the past. Because by looking into the past, we can better understand the future. So taking his advice, I looked into your past and found something very interesting,” Harry said.
Wormtail waited with bated breath.
“You had a record for breaking and entering,” Harry said.
“So, the Marauders and I did it all the time,” Wormtail said.
“Five years after graduating Hogwarts?” Harry countered.
Arthur smiled when he saw Wormtail turn pale.
“According to the records, you broke into Dumbledore’s office. You were attempting to steal a memory from his pensieve. The memory was labeled: The Secrets Beyond the Veil,” Harry said.
Wormtail looked anywhere but at Harry.
“Then while Hogwarts was being destroyed two months ago, my people claimed to have saw you and Snape breaking into the Headmaster’s office, but only coming out with his pensieve. My people couldn’t help but notice that Snape was looking very furious because he couldn’t get his hands on this.”
Harry pulled out a vial with silvery substance labeled: The Secrets Beyond the Veil.
“Impossible! How did you-”
Harry pulled out a phoenix tail feather and waved it in front of Wormtail’s face.
“He knows, doesn’t he?” Harry asked darkly.
“W-what?” Wormtail asked.
“Snape knows that I have this memory. A memory can only be viewed through the pensieve that it’s owner possesses. Snape didn’t want me to see that memory, so in a last desperate move to not get on Voldemort’s bad side, he took the pensieve. Which brings us to the reason why you’re here,” Harry said.
With a wave of his wand, Wormtail was hanging upside down looking as if he was being held up by an invisible rope. With another wave of his wand, Wormtail saw a large burning fire underneath him. His hair was catching fire. Wormtail screamed in fright as he struggled to get free. But in reality, there was no fire.
“It’s an Illusion Curse. I can choose to make my victim see and feel something that is not there,” Harry explained to Ron.
Harry walked up to the wailing Wormtail.
“Where is Severus Snape?”
“SPINNER’S END!” Wormtail yelled without hesitation.
Arthur was holding his phone to Wormtail, and placed it back on his ear.
“Did you hear that?” he asked through the receiver.
“Loud and clear,” said a voice on the other end.
There were wanted posters the faces of the few remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix, and the League of the Phoenix, as the houses and buildings were left abandoned with only dogs, cats, and owls occupying them.
A red and yellow streak of discharge blew away the posters as it made its way down the abandoned streets of the wizarding world.
Back in the boat house, in one of the bedrooms, Cho Chang was stirring a cauldron emitting a light pink glow. She pulled several brown hair strands and placed them in the potion.
“I think its about time that the golden trio should be no more, don’t you agree?” she asked at the green fire in the fireplace.
A man was smiling back at her as he watched her carefully stir the potion.
“I couldn’t agree more,” Victor Krum replied.