Chapter 5
7am on a chilly autumn morning in Wales, Harry apparated into the Hit Wizard hangar along with the rest of the team. Perry was waiting for them all with a huge grin.
Deano had conjured himself a coffee and sat on an armchair next to the boss “Why are you so happy this morning Pez?”
The rest of the team listened in to their leader for the reply.
“Well our little new guy has finished our basic training. So, we are taking Harry to the Kill House at 11” Perry looked at Harry with a wicked gleam in his eye. The rest of the team turned to look at him with evil plans in their heads.
“What’s the Kill House?” Harry asked nervously.
Smudge chuckled “You’ll see!”
Just after 10am, Perry told the team to get dressed in full black combat gear with wands and weapons. Every member looked identical in black helmets, goggles, ski masks, black plate carrier vests over black combat gear and the black Dragonhide robes. They each wore a quickdraw holster on their vests that held their pistol sidearms. Perry grabbed Harry and side-along apparated him to a clearing amongst a dense wood. In the middle of the clearing stood a lone three-storey house. There were large patches of black around the windows as if the house had been set on fire several times. Harry noticed that all the windows and doors had been destroyed.
As they popped back into reality, Harry heard a loud shout “Jesus! I wish you would stop doing that!”
Harry looked for the source of the voice and saw another group dressed similarly to him, the only difference was they didn’t wear robes and they each had assault rifles.
“Sorry Mac!” Perry shouted across to the group.
A tall bald man walked over to the Hit Wizards “Can’t you just drive here like normal people?”
“We would, but we’re not normal people” Perry replied with a grin.
The bald man had reached the group “Fair enough, we’re just finishing up here then it’s all yours”
Perry turned to Harry “Harry, this is Sergeant McEllan, Blue team leader, Counter Terrorist Troop, SAS”
“Call me Mac” he said offering a handshake to Harry.
“Do you guys have time for one more go? Only, Harry is our new guy, and this is his first time in the Kill House” Perry said with a smile as Harry introduced himself to Mac
Blue Team leader looked at Harry with a grin of his own that set the young wizard on edge.
“I’m sure we can show him what we can do. We’ll need to replace all the windows and doors, do you mind?” Mac said, flicking his eyes to Perry at the last question.
“Our pleasure!” Perry beamed and, with Half-Pint's help, cast Repairo on all the doors and windows. As Harry watched the house returning to something resembling normal, everything went black as a hood was pulled over his head from behind. He was wrestled to the floor and one pair of hands bound his wrists together with plastic handcuffs whilst another pair of hands disarmed him of his wand and pistol. Harry was picked up and carried, the hood obscured any sense of direction. After a few minutes, Harry felt himself being pushed into a chair and a rope tied around him. Another moment later and the hood vanished.
Looking around, he saw that he was in a room that was decorated much like the Dursley’s. Garish floral wallpaper in a hideous colour. In front of Harry was an old tatty brown couch. There was an old TV in the corner playing a show that Vernon and Dudley used to watch for hours. Harry was tied to a dining room chair next to a large table. Sat across from him were two figures wearing Balaclavas and shades, they were perfectly still just staring at Harry, one had an assault rifle slung across his back. On the couch there were two more figures, both wearing ski masks, just watching the TV. Propped up on the couch between the two people was a pump-action shotgun.
Harry was trying to make sense of where he was and what was happening when he heard a near silent scratching on the only closed door in the room. Just as he had noticed it, the door exploded inwards, showering the room in tiny pieces of wood. A split second later, the window exploded inwards, adding tiny fragments of glass to the flying matchsticks that used to be the door. In a blink, two figures dressed in black, wearing gas masks, stepped into the room. They were barely visible through the smoke that filled the small space. A loud bark of automatic weapons fire rang out, leaving Harry’s ears ringing, as the black clad intruders fired three shots each into the two men sat on the couch. At exactly the same time, another figure dressed in black dropped in through the window and fired at the two men sat at the table next to Harry. The wizard felt the air move in front of him as the bullets passed close to his face, then felt warm and wet as something thick and red spattered over him as one of the kidnappers’ head exploded. With a loud cry of “ROOM CLEAR!”, the man who had entered through the window quickly untied Harry before roughly dragging him out of the chair and pushing him towards the two men by the door. Shouting “MOVE! MOVE!”, they pushed him on to some other men waiting in the corridor who dragged the dazed wizard down a flight of stairs and out into the sunlight.
Once Harry had regained his wits and bearings, he looked up to see the Hit Wizards stood laughing at him. Harry turned around at more laughter coming from behind him to see Blue Team leaving the Kill House, removing their gas masks and helmets.
“15 seconds, beat that!” Mac shouted to Perry.
Perry stepped towards Harry and wiped a chunk of red from his face. Harry was nearly sick as Perry popped the lump of red into his mouth.
“Mmm, watermelon! Nice touch” Perry smiled at Mac
“Gotta keep it real. Anyway, I’d love to stay and chat, but, you’re all a bunch of cunts! Enjoy!” Mac chuckled, ruffling Harrys hair as he followed his team to the waiting Land Rovers. Perry laughed, waving goodbye to Mac and Blue team as they loaded up into their vehicles and drove away.
“So, Harry, that’s part of what we do. Now gear up, it’s your turn!”