Searching for a true Identity

Searching For A True Identity

Chapter 11- Out on the battlefield

Emerald sighed and placed his head on the table in the Slytherin common room. He was so tired after last night. After he had spoken to Platinum he had jumped right back into work. He sat down and studied all information they had so far and tried to come up with different theories about the killer. He found this to be very difficult since the victims was all murdered in different ways. Some had bruises, some didn’t. He only hoped pansy would find something that would put those murders together. He sure as hell couldn’t find anything else but the books ting that they had in common from the information he had. There was this dealer that could be a thread to pick up on, but if that didn’t work out he must have other theories to work with as quick as possible. What he feared right now was that the killer would strike again before he had a chance to come up with anything. It was quite possible since the killer had killed one person every two weeks, and two weeks had soon passed. When he had gotten the case there had already passed one week since the last murder. And now six days had passed since that week… That would make tomorrow the killing day. He knew deep inside that there was no way he could prevent it from happening. He didn’t know enough yet. He had feared something like this would happen when he reluctantly agreed with working for the SL once again. He didn’t want to start with failing; he didn’t think his confidence could take that. Not since that last disaster.

“What’s troubling you?” Harry turned around and met Platinum’s soft glance. He sighed deeply and kissed Platinum in greeting.

“I was thinking about tomorrow,” he said.

“The killing day?” Platinum asked as he caught on.

“Yes;” he said quietly. Platinum sat down in a chair beside him and turned to him. He looked serious.

“You know that we can’t prevent everything from happening. What ever happens tomorrow, if, something happens, it’s not our fault. You must remember that. We’re the good guys,” Platinum said softly.

Harry smiled slightly.

“I thought I was the one who’s supposed to cheer everyone up and keep the faith,” he said.

Platinum smiled to.

“Even the leader is allowed to mistrust sometimes in his loneliness. It’s only you and me here now,” he said and gestured pointingly out over the empty common room. Everyone was down in the chamber working,

“As your boyfriend I’m supposed to support you, and I’m also your friend. You’re allowed to speak your mind when we’re alone.”

“Thanks, it helped to hear that,” he said and was already in a higher spirit. Platinum blinked his eye to him.

“Any time,” he said cheekily.

“Brat,” Harry snorted fondly. Platinum leaned in for a kiss and he got one. After the kiss Platinum picked up some papers Harry had been writing down his theories on and read them through.

“Those are good,” he commented once he was finished. “I hope one of them are right. I can’t imagine anything else.”

“Neither can I for the moment, but you’d be surprised over what muggles can do,” he sighed. Platinum nodded.

“Yeah I know, I’ve been in this business for a while and I’ve learned that not only wizards have horrible ways of torture. It‘s almost worse for muggles, they ain‘t got the same effective cures we do. Burn scars and tissue for example, they don‘t have potions to fix it.”

“Or broken bones,” Emerald agreed.

“Exactly. But even magic can be harmful and there is no cure for some things,” platinum continued.

“Indeed. Like the Longbottoms, they’ve been under crucio too long, and they’re insane and there’s no cure for them.”

“I know. I kinda pity them, but there’s nothing good dwelling on it so let’s drop the subject. Besides, I think you should take a break. A tired brain won’t do any good no matter how hard you stare at the pictures and facts,” Platinum stated.

Harry nodded and stood up.

“I’m going to the kitchens. Wanna come? I think a bit chocolate and a coke will do some good.”

“Sweets, my dear? I wouldn’t classify that as great food,” Platinum teased.

Harry rolled his eyes and joined hands with Platinum.

“Let’s just go, ok?” he said.

Platinum let Emerald lead him to the kitchen. They managed to avoid Dobby since the elf always wanted to chat and quite frankly they didn’t have time for that right now. Harry got his chocolate and to his amusement Platinum took the same.

“I’m gonna take one hour break. By the way, what were you doing?” he asked.

“I took a break too. I’ve sat in front of that computer all that, it feels like my eyes’ going to burn out,” he sighed. He got some chocolate on his chin and Harry licked it off absently.

“Did you found anything?” he asked.

“No. I was trying to find some more witnesses by breaking into the muggle police database but I didn’t find anything we didn’t already know.”

“To bad, we should have needed more witnesses. Speaking of which, any word from Blaise yet?” he asked.

They always kept contact with those “out on the field” as they called it. The chamber was their base and headquarter. The main SL headquarter of UK was location in London. The even bigger one was in New York, US. They used muggle mobile telephones to keep in touch.

“I haven’t heard anything but I don’t want to say anything since I don’t know for sure,” he said.

“Alright. I’ll go down the chamber after I’m finished here to check,” Harry decided.

“Sounds like an good idea to me,” Platinum agreed.

Harry took a mouthful of his coke and swallowed.

“Ahhhh!” he said satisfied.

“Got that abstinence going on there?” platinum said and smiled beautifully.

“Yeah. How did you know I’ve gotten addicted to coke?”

“I dunno… perhaps because you’re always drinking it? It’s a wonder you’re not turning fat.”

“Hey!” he said and glared. “I do train you know.”

Platinum pulled him into a one-arm hug and kissed his cheek.

“I know, I’m just teasing you. Really, you ought to drink more of those damned cokes, you’re to thin.”

“No, I’m perfect. I’ve got muscles you know,” he said.

“I’ve noticed, “ Platinum said dryly but with a seductive smirk. Harry rolled his eyes. Of course Platinum would know with all that licking and shagging going on.

“Besides, it’s the caffeine in the coke that keeps me addicted. Like coffee really. But I prefer coke rather then coffee,” he explained.

“Sure I believe you.”

After a while they went back to the common room and down to the chamber. Down there they parted ways and Harry went to find a seventh year called Chris that kept tabs on those out on the field.

He found him at the control centre as they called it. They used to keep tabs on those who were out on the “battle field”. They used muggle mobile telephones to keep in touch.

“Hi Chris. Any news?” he asked.

“I don’t know. They’re missing,” he said.

“WHAT?” Harry yelled incredulous.

He drew a hand through his hair and calmed a little. He took a deep breath.

“All right, tell me what you know.”¨

“Last time I heard from Blaise he said they had found the dealer. Suddenly I heard some shoots and yelling. Apparently, from what I gather, there were some unsatisfied costumers to the dealer that was there to whack him. Apparently this dealer had known that and had their own people there. Blasie and his crew were caught in the middle of the battlefield and at that point our connection was cut off. I’ve tried to call all of them but no one answers. There was this one time when one answered, all through never talked. From that short call I could hear someone yelling about someone being hit. I think Blaise was the one hit. Since then I haven’t heard anything.”

Harry drew once again a shaky hand through his hear. This was only too much alike that last disaster. This was how it had begun…

“What has been made? What action has been taken?” he asked, once again taking charge.

“I’ve contacted the headquarter in London and they’ve sent out some forces to help them. Down here in the chambers we’re all prepared to leave if needed, we won’t do the same mistake as last time,” he said.

Harry nodded. He had thought it was being awfully quiet down here.

Chris turned around and pointed on a big screen after typing some codes down on a computer so the picture on the screen changed.

“This is a specific map over London, and the exact location where Blaise and his crew is,” Chris said and pointed at some green spots. Each member of the SL had a necklace with a sender into it, so they would always know where each and everyone were. Harry knew this of course and realised that Chris was extremely nervous and he wasn’t aware of that he was explaining things to Harry that Harry had once taught him. Harry let him continue anyways because he knew that was Chris’s way of relieving some tension.

“Those spots are the forces coming to aid,” he continued and pointed at some blue spots. In the SL everyone had a different area to work with. The blue spots were the aid forces that were ready to take action 24/7. The green ones, Blaise for example, was standing for witness investigation. Harry and Platinum however, was two of the elites, and they had black spots. They were a total of 25 elites, and they could do everything in of every area. They were also often the leaders for a crew, or like Harry, for a whole stab of areas. They were feared because they were good at what they were doing.

“Do they have their own weapons with them?” he asked Chris.

“They brought their muggle guns but left their wants in case of an encounter with the muggle police.”

“Great, they’re as good as dead then,” Harry said with a voice devoid of any emotion.