Dangerous Mission || Benjamin

[Harry Potter]

Knockturn Alley. Harry had first found himself here when he was a boy, twelve years old to be exact. He had had his first go at Floo Powder. Needless to say, it quickly became Harry’s leas favorite way of traveling, topped only by Apparition. He preferred Broomsticks, but they took too long.

He had found himself in the Dark and Dingy Alley a few times after that. Okay, twice afterwards. The second time, he had been starting his sixth year of Hogwarts and had snuck after Draco Malfoy to see what it was that he was up to. Harry had had a strong belief that Draco had been made a Death Eater to replace his father. No one had believed him of course, but they had been proven wrong in the end.

His third time was now. His walk was casual as he made his way into the Alley, his green optics scanning the buildings on either side of him. The Dark Arts; How Harry hated them. He hated them, and any who studied them. But the Dark Arts wasn’t the reason why he was here. No, he had been gathering information about a New Dark Lord that had risen up. And he figured that the best place to actually find anyone like that would be in the one place that was crawling with the Dark Arts.

He kept to himself as he walked around, walking with purpose and importance. It was the only way not to draw attention to your-self in a place like this. You had to be comfortable with your surroundings. And Harry had learned the trick of the trade through his years not only as an Auror, but through the ‘adventures’ he had had during his youth. His target today was Borgin and Burkes, the biggest place in the Alley. If there was anything to learn, it would be here.

He made his way through the alley, coming to a halt and leaning against the alley wall. He stood in the shadows, barely seen due to the archway over head. It was a dark and cloudy day, which helped conceal him. However, the weather was a bad omen. Harry had a sick, twisted feeling in his gut that he couldn’t shake off. But that didn’t matter. All that did matter was that he accomplish what he came here for. He had no idea how long he was going to be here. He may have to return for days and spend hours standing there watching. But that would be fine. He could watch and see what type of Customers the store received and which ones were daily customers. The Daily customers would be the ones that would be watched carefully.

Words || 453
Tag || Benjamin Banks
Comment || It's crappy. I'm so sorry!

[benbanks01]

It was a first time in a long time that Benjamin Banks had stepped out of his apartment. It must have been at least a month or so, this time around. It wasn't the first time that he kept himself all cooped up in his small bedroom. He has gone for months without ever caring to see the sunlight. He preferred it that way. He hated looking into the light and seeing so many people with smiling, bright faces. It made him sick. If he can't be happy, why shouldn anyone else?

At least he decided to go out to place that was dark and dreary itself... Knockturn Alley. He had some business that had to be done. Basically just pick up some groceries, so he could produce a potion, and another errand that will be performed in a moment or two. He was hoping to be able to track someone... All on his own. Without the help of his spineless followers. Especially that girl who had followed him around as if she were a puppy dog. Yes, she was useful... But it made him pity her, so he let her follow him around some. Enough to get good information out of her about Hogwarts and the Potters.

Harry Potter. The one person that Benjamin hated with a passion. He was just the happiest out of everyone in the world, now that were no issues for him. Oh yes, killing Benjamin's father made everybody's world better. Not Benjamin's... In fact everything darkened when infamous Harry Potter killed Lord Voldemort... Well at least in Benjamin's eyes. Even before his father's death, Benjamin has always thought of Harry Potter as selfish. At Hogwarts all Harry did was get attention from anything that breathing, by just giving a simple improper swish of his wand. How ridiculous it all was! Benjamin was a year younger than him and had received much higher grades than Harry had ever received.

Benjamin grinded the back of his teeth, thinking about what he could to Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Or in Benjamin's mind. The Man That Won't Be Living For Much Longer. Benjamin gave himself a grin at that, like it was a private joke of some sort. It felt weird to smile, he noticed. He always had one look on his face, and it was stern. Benjamin tried to ignore the feeling, and was looking out for anything that would peak his interest. His gray eyes widened just a little at the coincidence unfolding before him. It was so strange thinking of Potter and there he was magically before him. Benjamin gave a small grin at the pun he thought in his head.

He refocused onto his target. Harry hadn't change all too much since the last time Benjamin had seen him at Hogwarts. He still was shorter than the average man, this made Benjamin feel more powerfully than him already. Not that he was doubting himself. Benjamin had collected so much more power over the past decade. Waiting to strike at the proper moment. It was taking a bit longer than expected. So why not follow through with one of his plans now? Make Harry Potter his number one hostage and make the rest of man kind fall at their knees, begging for their dear life. That was Benjamin's favorite plan. Even if his father had a lot of power... Benjamin had planned taking over much, much more... He was avenging his father while becoming ruler of the world at the same time.

It was the perfect time to do it... Harry Potter had walked down a dark and deserted alley, facing the store that Benjamin was in. As if he was waiting for Benjamin to come out. No, no, no. Benjamin had a much better idea. He loved being able to sneak up on people. Apparating was definitely useful sometimes. Benjamin tucked his package of potions on the inside pocket of his black trench coat. He walked to the back of the store, to make sure that Potter wouldn't see him. He apparated in a flash to other side of the alley that Potter wasn't facing. It was a dead end, and Benjamin's back was only an inch away from the wall. Benjamin gave a menacing grin towards Potter, liking how this plan is turning out. Harry Potter never knew he existed in school... And if he did then it would probably be a bad thing... But Benjamin could work around it. He put his hands in the side pockets of his jacket, and replaced his smile with a face of neutrality. "Looking for someone?" He asked in his lazy voice, and yet it seemed as cold as ice.

[Harry Potter]

Harry stood there, staring at the Dark Arts store he had marked. He had already been there for quarter of an hour. It was slightly nippy outside, however Harry resisted the urge to pull his cloak closer to his body for warmth. Besides, this was nothing. He had endured more freezing temperatures than this. This was bearable.

As he stood there, he let his mind drift, while keeping at least half his senses on the store in front of him. How could this have happened? How in the world did another Dark Lord rise up under the tight hold they had over the Death Eaters? Harry had worked so hard so that something like this wouldn’t happen. He didn’t want his children, or any child for that matter, to go through what he had. To live through those dark times. Even though it had been a little over twenty-four years now, Harry could easily remember everything. And nobody, nobody deserved to live through that again.

And to think that all those extra hours he had spent at work, all those times when he could have been strengthening the bond between his children, wasted. It would suck if after all those long, sleepless nights and all the hard work he and the rest of his men and women put into protecting their world that a new Dark Lord had indeed risen up. But how? How had they missed someone like that? Surely it would have been extremely obvious. But then again, not everyone was what it seemed. You couldn’t trust anyone with their true motives. And no matter how good you were at reading people, there was always something that slipped under the defenses, something that was over looked and cast aside of no importance. And although Harry hated to admit it, he could see how a mistake like that could be made. How many times had he over looked something?

They had looked into all possible outcomes, but they couldn’t find anything. They had even attempted to search for a lost heir. But nothing came back. And Harry didn’t see Voldemort fathering a child. He had no emotions. The only joy he experienced when was he was causing pain and fear. And Harry was pretty sure the only time he got his rocks off was when he had been torturing Harry himself. And if he had had any time of sexual relationship going on, he was sure he would have felt in through the Bond the two shared via Harry’s scar. That would have been an extremely powerful emotion; there would have been no way to have hidden it.

There.
Harry snapped to attention as he saw someone in the shop. He couldn’t remember if he had seen the man enter, which led Harry to assume he had either arrived before hand, or had used the back entrance of the store. Harry continued to stare towards the store. And if he didn’t know any better, he would have said that the man inside was staring at him. Even though his facial features were that of the utmost calm, Harry was confused on the inside. He had seen that face before… He knew that man in there, but he couldn’t place his finger on a name for the life of him. The man appeared to be around his age, if not a year or so younger than he. Perhaps he had seen the man in Hogwarts as a child. Perhaps. Harry had always had more important things to worry about in school.

The man appeared to be pocketing something. What, Harry couldn’t say. There was no way for Harry to say exactly. The shop and alley were poorly lit. As the man turned and walked away, Harry felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Something wasn’t right here. His right hand grasped the handle of his faithful Phoenix feather wand. Immediately, he felt the warmth and power of the wand flowing through him. Some people would have laughed at Harry if he were to mention anything about his wands power. They would insist that the power had come from himself. But Harry knew better than they. His wand held powers that he could only dream of, and he had yet to tap into that power.

And then the alley was filled with the sound of someone Apparating. Normally, Harry would have blown this off as nothing. However there was something ominous about the way the sound echoed through the air, as if chilling and killing the oxygen around them. And just as fast came the words. It was a lazy tone that seemed to freeze the air around them. And what scared Harry most was that he had only known one person to freeze the air like that around them with mere words. But it couldn’t possibly be that person, because Harry himself had killed him.

Harry didn’t give away what he may have been feeling. Nor did he turn around to look at the person. Instead, he stood his ground, continuing to stare at the store. “Perhaps. But then again, everyone’s always looking for someone.” He said his voice casual as if he were talking about the weather. Finally, Harry turned to look at the man. There was something about him that was familiar, but Harry couldn’t say. And he wasn’t sure if he had ever seen him in school or not. “What about you? Are you looking for someone, or have you already found them?” he asked.

Words || 923
Tag || Ben
Comment || Wow, to be honest, I'm not sure if I can get a post this long again, lol