Touched By An Angel

The game commences

It was a bright summers day when Allen Jameson pulled up on the drive of his new home in a four year old Ford Escort, his opulent lifestyle a distant memory, Newly Qualified Teachers couldn’t afford the highlife. He climbed out of the car in his Nike training shoes, 501 jeans, and a Tommy Haflinger polo shirt. A scowl filled his face he hated muggle fashion, he hated the life he was being forced to live. A smile replaced frown, Allen Jameson had one redeeming feature, he was only twenty-two. Lucius was a vain man and was rather concerned by the effects the passing of time had on his body. He was in good shape for a man in his early forties but that was not good enough for him, he curse every new wrinkle, every grey hair, and the effect age was having on his muscular frame, but with the application of one potion all that changed. Ok so his long blond locks had been replaced by short black hair his sparkling silver eyes changed to deep chocolate pools. He was tall dark and handsome and he was more than happy with the transformation.

He closed the car door and walked to the boot to retrieve his cases, he didn’t know whether to feel affronted that he had to carry his own luggage or pleased at how effortlessly his knew muscular frame carried the three cases.

“Good evening,” called a man from the next drive, “Karl Granger,” he held out his hand, “welcome to the neighbourhood.”

So the game begins, “Allen Jameson,” said shaking the man’s hand warmly, “I’ve just got my first teaching post at Bracknell Comprehensive, and thought I’d move in early so I can settle in before the fun starts.”

An attractive woman in her early forties came to stand next to the man, “This is my wife Helen.”

“Pleased to meet you,” said shaking her hand warmly, “Allen Jameson.”

“Allen’s got his first teaching post at the local comp,” said Karl turning to his wife.

“You must be excited, starting out at a new carrier,” replied the woman smiling at him enthusiastically.

I know where the mudblood got her annoying good humour from he thought to himself, “yes I am, but I’m also terrified this is the furthest I’ve been from home and I don’t know a soul in the area.”

“There’s no need to be worried,” replied the woman a motherly look coming over her face, “people around here are really very nice,” she looked deep in thought, “we’ve got to go and pick our daughter up from school now but how would you like to come over for dinner at about eight as a welcome to the area.”

“Pick your daughter up has she been on a school trip?”

“No,” said Karl, “she attends boarding school.”

“Then I couldn’t possibly impose on a family reunion,” he said smiling brightly, if the were anything like their insufferable daughter they wouldn’t give up on helping someone in need.

“Nonsense,” replied Karl, “believe me our daughter would never forgive us if me let you spend you first night in the neighbourhood alone in that great house.”

“If you insist,” he smiled triumphantly, Merlin these muggles are easier to play than that fool Fudge, “I wasn’t looking forward to cooking a meal for one.”

Helen smiled at him brightly, “eight o’clock.”

“See you later,” said and walked into the house.

Mr Jameson what kept you? We’ve been expecting you for hours,” replied a young man pacing the living room.

“And you are?” he inquired with one eyebrow raised.

“Kevin Newell, I’ve fitted the surveillance equipment,” he said holding out his hand.

“Good,” said Allen totally ignoring the mans attempt at an introduction, “you can show me how it works.”

“Certainly sir,” he replied lowering his hand self-consciously, “if you would just follow me.”

They walked up stairs into the second bedroom, a black leather reclining chair filled the centre of the room and the face wall was covered with four forty-eight inch plasma televisions, below them was a bank of four DVD ram recorders.

“This is the surveillance nerve centre he said four screens show what is going on the room the subject is in. There are four cameras set up in each room, set up in the top of each of the four corners, so that you get a good view wherever the subject is in the room. You can scroll through the rooms, main hall, lounge, dinning room, kitchen, study, and downstairs toilet. Upstairs we have the three bedrooms the main bathroom and the study, oh and of course, each of the bedrooms has an en-suite.

“Excellent,” replied the wizard with a smirk on his face.

“You can manipulate the picture you watch on the TV by use of the joystick on the chair, the two buttons zoom the cameras in and out while the stick moves you around the screen.”

“How do the cameras know which room the girl is in?”

“That’s simple sir,\" replied the technician confidently, “heat recognition, every individual person gives of a different heat signature, I simply set the system for the target and the computer does the rest,” a worried look came over his face, “how old is the girl in question sir.”

Jameson frowned, “sixteen, why?”

“That’s alright sir anything younger would land me in a whole world of trouble.”

“What if I want to view the girl from another room in the house, or even the garden?”

“That’s where the laptop comes in sir,” he said handing the wizard a notebook computer, “the laptop has a wireless link via an encrypted signal so you can watch the house from up to fifty feet away.”

“Excellent,” replied Allen giving the man a nod of approval, they should be back in half an hour, you can leave once you have set up the heat signature. I’m going to have a shower and get change call me when they arrive.”

With that, he went downstairs to get his bags and took them to the master bedroom. He stripped of his casual clothes and headed for the en-suite. The heat of the water flowing against his body soothed him as he thought up his plan of action for the night.

Allen lay on the bed as a wrap came the door, “sir the car just pulled up on the drive.”

He quickly dressed in I a pair of beige slacks and a green shirt open at the collar and headed for the observation room. He sat in the chair just as the front door opened, and a familiar voice accosted his senses.

“I see someone’s moved into, Mrs Greene’s old house,” she said staring at her mother with that inquisitive look on her face.

“Yes dear, it’s a nice young man named Allen Jameson, he’s a Newly Qualified teacher, he starts teaching up at the comprehensive next year,” replied Mrs Granger.

“A teacher,” replied the girl a broad smile covering her lips. This was the part of the plan that had been set out perfectly; the filthy little mudblood was so enamoured with learning that she could never believe a member of the teaching fraternity could be anything but one hundred percent genuine.

“Yes dear,” replied her mother, “He’s all on his own in a new town so we invited him around for dinner.”

“Tonight?” she replied with shock written all over her face.

“Yes dear I hope you don’t mind.”

“No,” Hermione looked at herself in the mirror, “what time is he coming over?”

“About eight.”

“I’m going to get out of these sweaty clothes and take a bath,” she said, “I’ll see you at dinner.”

“Ok dear,” said Mrs Granger smiling brightly.

The camera changed as Hermione walked onto the landing, “it seems to be working fine,” said Allen you may go now. Kevin smirked at him brightly and walked out of the room.

Hermione walked through her bedroom and straight into the en-suite, she adjusted the mixer tap until the water was the correct temperature, then returned to her room and opened the wardrobe.

Allen watched transfixed as the mudblood searched through her wardrobe for something to wear, every item was given a through examination to see if it was suitable before being discarded. He had often heard about the rituals women went through to choose an outfit for a dinner party but he had never seen it played out in front of his eyes. Soon most of the wardrobe had been discarded and three outfits lay arranged on the bed, an oriental black silk cheongsam dress with a red dragon embroidered on the front, a blue floral summer dress, and a plain black trouser suit.

“Go with the Chinese dress,” he said to the television, but without making a decision she turned and walked back into the bathroom.

Hermione walked over and tested the temperature of the water; satisfied she turned of the tap. She placed her foot on the side of the bath and slowly untied her trainer she removed it from her foot quickly followed by a white ankle sock with a pink frill around the top, she placed the sock in the linen basket then repeated the action with the other foot.

The wizard sat transfixed as she crossed her hands around her body grabbing the front of her t-shirt and quickly pulling it over the top of her head, taking her time to pull the shirt from her long flowing locks. His jaw dropped with awe at the sight the confronted him, where was the goofy know-it-all mudblood that his son kept writing him about. A broad smile filled his face as she undid the flies of her jeans and slowly prised her way out of them. Lucius Malfoy had never been faithful to his wife and had numerous mistresses but he had never seen a body as perfect as the one that faced him now, has sat with baited breath waiting for the underwear to go the way of the rest of her clothes. A firm smile is fixed on his face as she finally lowers herself into the water, if this is the punishment I get for disowning that self-serving halfblood I should have done it years ago, he thinks to himself, oh wait a bit I did. He leaves the room chuckling to himself.

He had contemplated sitting and watching her getting ready for the meal but had decided that he wanted to be surprised by the outfit she chose. He finished his own preparations for the evening before taking a slow walk down to the shops to buy some wine for the evening.