by salemboy » Tuesday 27 May 2008 10:46:09am
Damien sat down on the tatami mat, his monkey, Suge jumping onto his shoulder, holding out its hand. Damien laughed as he reached into his pocket for his wand and said, "Accio Banana." A few seconds later, Suge was happily eating a banana. Sunlight was coursing into his home through the open windows. He looked out the window at the beautifully setting sun. It had been a great day. The new recruits were coming along nicely, learning routines, how to discern poison from cure, and how to counter curses. He had spent several hours down in a muggle village looking at the sights with his dad and Tomo. Then him and his dad, who although old was still amazingly active, had broomriding races through the mountains. It was great. He could remember the old man's grinning face as they zoomed down just above the tree tops.
He fell back on the mat as the sun set over the mountains. The light remained for several more minutes, then vanished. It was dark, and Damien was tired. He soon drifted to sleep. Not for long though, for he was being shaken awake by someone, who was saying, "Damien, get up! Get up!" Then Damien recognised it as his father's voice, sounding serious and alert. Damien sat bolt upright, launching Suge who had decided to sleep on him. He pulled out his wand and held it ready.
"What is it?"
"There've been sightings of Dark Wizards in Europe. One being a young woman who killed a muggle in Italy, and many others in Hogsmeade," his father said briskly.
"Can't the European officials deal with it?"
"That's just it! In the last dealing with Voldemort, the messed up big time, so we're going in to help."
"Did you say Voldemort? THE Voldemort?"
"Yes, I did!"
"I thought he was dead."
"He was, but there've been rumors of some spell that brought him back, and he's already more powerful than the first two wars."
"Have you contacted the rest of the order?"
"Not yet."
"I'm heading to Hogwarts, to see what the professors there make of it, that is, if they aren't already involved. If they are, I'll just try to assist in any way I can." He pulled on a jacket as he talked.
Then his father said, "Once I tell the others to prepare, then I'll join you."
"But-" Damien started.
"Listen, Damien, I might be old, but I still want to fight. I was around for the first war, the second war, and there is absolutely no way that I'm missing out on the third war. Got it?" Damien nodded, but still wished his father wouldn't go. People were beginning to consider him, Damien, to old to fight. Damien didn't think his father could handle the stress. Seeing the worry in Damien's face, his father said, "Listen, I'll be fine. I've been through two wars before, and I've seen pain and suffering. If I die, I die. I've had a good life having you as a son. My only regret is that I didn't get a daughter-in-law, or a grandchild." Suddenly, Damien felt like he did when he was a child, not wanting for his father to go off to fight the deatheaters. Still, he let go of those feelings as he took out his potions suit.
Inside of his suit he held over a hundred potions and muggle chemicals, some being explosive, others for healing. He'd need this. He put it on, feeling its familiar weight. Then, Suge jumped onto his shoulder, and Damien walked out into the night. At this last moment, he was beginning to feel fear. What if he was captured? What if, in the middle of a battle, he turned into a werewolf and accidentally killed his allies? What if he gave away information that only his order knew? No. He wouldn't do that last one. No matter what happened, he could not allow that information to be given to the Deatheaters and Voldemort. With that, he concentrated with all of his might on Zonko's Joke Shop, and disapparated into the night with Suge still on his shoulder.