CHAPTER 2
Location — Unknown
Time — 3 AM , 2 November, 1981
Gibson’s POV
He is a coward. Yes, he accept that. After the news came about the death of Dark Lord, He ran away, after all he was not much powerful. He only knew how to make those muggles cry especially those girls.
He was not a rapist, no, no. After all how can you rape muggles when they are born to serve the pure bloods like him. They were creatures who were created to remain submissive to people like him. They should be happy that they were able to serve him.
But now, as Dark lord is dead, supposedly, because dark lord always used to boast how he had made himself immortal. So no, Dark lord is not dead, he may have vanished after attacking Potters but he will come back. And when he will do so, Gibson will be right next to him, helping him to take over the Wizarding world as well as this worthless muggle world.
For now, he will bide his time. He is already wanted by the Ministry for the ‘Crimes’ done by him against innocent muggles. He has to get out of Britain as soon as possible, because if Barty or Moody reached him first, they will definitely kill him without giving him a chance to retaliate.
That’s why he is here, waiting for his contact to appear so that he can disappear from Wizarding Britain until dark lord is back.
Suddenly he felt chills in his spine as if he was a prey in front of a predator. He quickly brandished his wand, “Who is there? Look whoever you are, I can kill you in matter of seconds.”
Just as he completed his words, he felt extreme pain in his wand hand. As he looked down, he found a bloody stump instead of a hand. Before he could even scream, a slash of claws came out of nowhere and he was thrown into a wall.
His robe was in tatters, his chest was bleeding from the wounds, he tried to call for help, but no voice came out. Then he saw a round object rolling from the dark side of alley. As it came near, he nearly screamed as it was a severed head of his contact but a clawed hand came out from darkness and his mouth was shut.
Then the person looked toward him . The hatred for him was apparent in his eyes. Then he spoke as if a Python was silkily constricting his prey. “You may not remember me, Gibson. But I remember you quite well. Let’s say I am the justice for all those people that you killed, All those kids whose futures you destroyed, all those g….girls that you raped. One of them being my daughter as well.”
His eyes were widened, a muggle or a mud blood was killing him. Then he felt pain, as if Dark lord was using cruciatus on him. He felt pressure on his neck as if the man was trying to rip his head by shear brute strength.
Then a voice spoke in his ear , “ My name is Snarl and I will find and kill all of your bastard friends.”
Then with a more powerful jerk Gibson’s head was ripped from his body.
And he knew no more.
Location — WDA HEADQUARTERS, LONDON
Time — 3: 30 AM, 2 November, 1981
Sirius Black’s POV
He was in pain, and was having a headache as if James have played a prank on him. James…JAMES. He quickly opened his eyes & came head on with a blinding light of a LED bulb. He looked around and found out that he was in a room that was definitely not his. It was barely furnished.
He looked around trying to find a gate or a window so that he can escape this room and try to find that rat. He has to kill the rat so that he can return to his friends.
But he found the rat, didn’t he? He was trying to remember the memory when he heard a mechanical whirring noise and a gate materialised in front of him. He quickly tried to push himself up but he was unable to as his hands and legs were bound to the bed that he was sleeping on.
“Don’t even try to break the chains or changing into your dog form or else I will splatter your brains & it won’t be a pretty sight to watch.” A man with a huge physique stated as he entered the room. He was at least 6 ft and was wearing a leather jacket on a normal shirt and jeans. The most uncanny thing was the mask of wolf on his face and a pair of red eyes looking upon him.
Sirius felt the grim whimpering inside him as he felt a powerful bloodlust, telling him not to engage with this guy in any form. The man moved in front of him and sat down on a chair present in the room and started to stare at him.
“Who are you? And where the fuck am I?” He wanted answers and he wanted them now.
“You are currently in WDA headquarters, London’s interrogation room and I am Detective Ookami, Head commander of war council of WDA. These were the answers of your questions, and now you have to answer one of mine.”
Sirius felt an immense pressure on his chest after hearing the name of WDA and The Ookami. WDA or Wolves Detective Agency was an agency created after WW2 in response to the exploitation of Enhanced community by both sides in the war. WDA was in control of enhanced community and acted as mouthpiece of enhanced community on World stage, in both UN & ICW.
And then Ookami. He was told by Lily that nobody knows how he looks like as he always wear a mask. Ookami was considered to be a monster even by the Enhanced. Apparently he killed over 1000 dark wizards in a week in Japan when Magical Japan’s government was toppled by a coup.
“So, now that you know who I am?” He moved slightly toward him, with his piercing eyes staring into his soul,”Can you tell me, what you were doing in London, screaming & trying to break all rules of statue of secrecy.”
Sirius felt that it’s going to be a long day…..