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Chapter 1 : The Department of Myths
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My name is Elara Sanders (soon to be Potter), I work for the Ministry of Magic. You might be wondering what Department I work in, but I doubt you would have ever heard of it. It doesn’t really have a name, but I like to call it the Department of Myths.
Because that’s all we are to the other Departments; we’re a myth.
But if you asked anyone of my friends outside of the work place they would tell you I work for the Department of Magical Transportation, which would explain to them why I leave the country so much. The only times I’ve ever had issues with this cover is when I come home and have some bruises or some other kind of injuries. But usually I pride myself on my stealthy undetectable style when it comes to missions.
Whoops, I just realize you still have no idea what my job is, there really is no title for what it is I do. But I will do my best to explain it; I’m like an assassin/bounty hunter/spy. And my sidekick (every assassin/bounty hunter/spy needs a sidekick) is Adam Garrett, just don’t tell him I called him my sidekick, he would most likely feed me to piranhas.
Just kidding, Adam is one of my best friends, we even dated for a few months, but that is a story for another time.
Anyway, you most likely want to know how I met James, I met him in Spain, he was hunting down some Death Eaters (yeah, there still around), I was there for a meeting with the head of Magical Transportation in Spain (I was really there because Spain stole some old wand, and the Ministry needed to secretly get it back. Whatever, I’m not paid to ask questions). He asked me out for coffee and I said yes (after the mission was already completed, of course). I found out he lived in London, that his father is (THE) Harry Potter (That’s how I found out he was a wizard), and that he loves chocolate ice cream just a little too much. And then after 3 years of dating (and never once in those 3 years meeting his parents) he popped the question, and I said yes.
So, know that the basics are covered let’s focus on the horrifying event that will take place this afternoon, that’s right, meeting James’ parents.
You would think 3 years of dating the guy I would be like “YES! Finally, I get to meet your parents! It’s about bloody time!” But that is far from what I am feeling, I am more like this “WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO WEAR! WHAT IF THEY FIND OUT IV’E BEEN LIEING TO THEIR OLDEST SON FOR 3 BLOODY YEARS (not that they could find out, I’m a damn good liar). WHAT IF THEY DON’T LIKE ME?”
Of course on the outside I am calm, cool and collected. But on the inside I am freaking, frantic, and frustrated. I just cannot decide if I should wear a dress or jeans with a nice blouse? I’m thinking the jeans and blouse, I mean what happens if they want to play Qudditch, and you can’t play Qudditch in a dress.
Jeans and blouse it is!
I think I’ll leave my light brown curly hair down, and with just a touch of mascara and eyeliner around my dark green eyes, I am ready to meet the Weasley/Potter clan (yes, there are so many of them that they are a clan). Merlin help me!
I headed out into the living room of my flat in London to wait for James to pick me up so we can apparate over to the Burrow together. But he is always late, no matter what.
I would fall in love with a man who is ALWAYS late.
I mean I’m always on time, it’s required in my line of work.
Oh, I looked over at my clock above the muggle TV, it was 3:30 and he was supposed to be here at 3.
But I guess this is on time in James’ world.
I opened the door to see my (rather fit) fiancé wearing a dark blue button up, and blue jeans, his hair (as always) looked like he just rolled out of bed. He was also sporting his signature smile, which to be honest would make my knees weak if I was into that kinda thing.
“Hello, beautiful,” He gave me a light kiss on the cheek.
“Hello to you too,” I said giving him a smile.
“Ready to go?” he asked as he slipped his arm around my waist.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” He gave me a reassuring smile, and that was the last thing I saw before everything went blurry and I felt like I was being pushed through a tube.
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