Chapter 9
With a sigh, Perry knocked on the office door and the team waited until the other terrorist opened it for them. Following Perry’s lead, the team walked slowly into the room with their hands raised above their heads, wands held between two fingers.
“You will find zat knocking and entering through one door renders your novel Fidelius charms quite ineffective” Drechenfeuer spoke, his head poking out from behind the terrified face of the Ambassador. The Nazi wizard was staring straight at the British wizards in black, proving his point. Harry looked at the lead terrorist, the ancient wizard’s long boney fingers were wrapped around the ambassador’s neck and his gnarled wand was pressed into the hostage’s throat.
The other terrorist moved to where Drechenfeuer was and stood next to his evil master. His accent was just as strong “Wands, on zee floor”
Harry was incredulous at how ignorant wizards were to the muggle world. He calmly tossed his wand down in front of him and returned his hands to the top of his head, smugly aware of the 9mm pistol holstered in plain view on his chest.
Once the Hit Wizards were disarmed, the room fell silent. The hostages sat in exhaustion and terror on the floor, nervous as to what would happen next. Drechenfeuer and his accomplice stood behind their human shield, an obnoxious look of confidence on their faces as they believed they had captured an entire crack team of Hit Wizards. Harry and the rest of the Hit Wizards just stood calmly, each wizard’s eyes were fixed firmly on the clock on the wall.
The large hand ticked once. In that instant, Harry and the Hit Wizards dropped to the floor as one. The clink of a flash grenade bouncing into the room was the only sound that could be heard. Each Hit Wizard had drawn their pistols as the blinding flash and deafening bang completely disoriented and distracted Drechenfeuer and his last remaining terrorist. The rapid crackle of gunfire and several green flashes filled the room. The entire commotion had lasted 10 seconds. As the smoke cleared, six other Hit Wizards were stood in the room. Drechenfeuer and the other terrorist lay dead, their bodies utterly mangled by bullets and spells. The after-action report read that both of the terrorists had been hit by nearly 40 bullets and three killing curses, each.
As the screams of the hostages calmed down once they had all realised they were still alive, they looked at their saviours. The black-clad soldiers took off their masks, the hostages were amazed to see that each member of the second team were exact doubles of the first team.
Harry pressed the button on his radio “Whiskey Seven, two terrorists dead, Drechenfeuer confirmed killed, all hostages accounted for”
The two Perrys looked at him with a proud smile as one of them pressed his radio “Whiskey One-Alpha, Embassy secure, extracting hostages now. Out”
Harry blinked in surprise as the other Harry Potter flashed him a grin. It was always surreal meeting himself in person.
“Right, gather round lads” Perry called to all of the Hit Wizards. Harry stood next to himself as Perry reached into his robes and pulled out a Time Turner. A feeling of vertigo washed over him as his past self merged with his present self when his team leader reset the time rift. Deano leaned close to Harry and in his most lecherous voice whispered “I fucking love magic, me”, Harry tried very hard to remain professional and not laugh out loud.