Lost Blood

(Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or any of it's characters. J.K. Rowling is the rightful owner of said series and characters.I make absolutely no profit from this story.I do not own this fandom.)

Chapter One- The Mission

The spring rain fell ruthlessly from the dark cloudy sky, drenching the unsuspecting pedestrians below. As the innocent civilians scattered trying to avoid the angry cold rain, loud automobiles flew by completely unaffected by the sudden downpour. Throughout all the chaos that was just some simple spring rain, two hooded figures crept slowly from a dark alleyway. They were unnoticed by the cities inhabitants and rather preferred it that way, they didn’t want to be seen by anyone at the moment. The strangers rushed across the once busy street that was now quiet as if it had been that way the entire time, towards an uncanny and old looking building. Their black cloaks flew behind them are they nearly ran across the intersection towards the building they had been staring at previously.

When they reached their destination they took refugee under the buildings tattered looking porch and looked around at their surroundings. It seemed as if the building that they stood in front of was the oldest of them all. The others dozens of buildings looked as if they were just built not even a year ago but the building that they stood in front of was worn and falling apart. The door looked as if it has been fixed poorly many times and the bricks where crumpling off the building in many different spots.

The tallest figure pulled a hand from his cloak, reaching towards and unfamiliar gadget that was located to the left of him. He eyed the intercom suspiciously, nervous to touch the foreign object. HE raised his hand his index fingers pointed outwards and inched it towards the intercom slowly. He stopped trying to muster up his courage to continue and actually press the small red button. He finally pushed it, and for some reason put his face close to the oddly shaped device.

“Are you certain this is the place?”, the shorter of the two asked, looking around the street nervously. The taller figure removed his face from the speaker, and turned towards the voice ready to answer her question. Instead of speaking like he had intended he found that his voice was stuck in his suddenly dry throat. He nodded a ‘yes’ to her and brought his attention back to the intercom. He was almost convinced that someone was supposed to jump out of it, when a loud beep sounded and a female voice came booming through the speaker.

“St. Vincent’s Orphanage for boys. How may I help you?”
The frightened man jumped at the loud voice and poked the metal speaker. He had never seen anything so…strange before in his life and quite honestly didn’t trust it one bit. He sneered at the woman’s voice, insulted that she didn’t know who he was to begin with.
“Yes, uhm..”, he started, moving closer to the speaker, “we are here to see a Ms. Bott. We have a appointment promptly at 9.” He eyed the speaker again and nearly jumped off of the steps when it beeped at him again. He looked over at his companion slightly proud that he had just accomplished communication with whomever was inside just by using this complicated gadget.
“Very well, please come in.” the same woman replied. The two heard another annoying beep and the door in front of them swung open with a loud ‘whoosh’, and there stood a portly old woman. Being completely unfamiliar with the entire situation, the visitors took a impulsive step back, moving away from the frightening woman. She was only a mere 5 foot, but was as round as a beach ball. She had little chicken legs and a bird’s nest of grey hair upon her small head. She smiled at them and took a step back, allowing the pair to enter comfortably. They stepped over the threshold, sticking by each other just incase. They had hoped that the inside was a lot more desirable but they were sorely disappointed. The wallpaper was peeling down to the floor and the floorboards themselves where discolored and creaky. The hall that was directly in front of them was long and dark, as there were no working lights that lined it. The shorter of the pair, grimaced at the look of the place and moved away from the nearby wall.

“To think he had to spend his entire existence here…this is the worst sort of muggle facility in all of London” she whispered to the taller visitor, moving closer to him. The man looked around as well, feeling anger swelling up inside of him at the state of the orphanage.
“Yes, I agree our blood has no business here, which is why we must be quick with this.” he replied as the portly lady closed the door behind them. She made her way to the stairs that weren’t to far from where the two concerned strangers stood.
“If you are ready.. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy."