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FIC: A Series of (mostly) Un-Apocalyptic Events--11/15 BtVS/HP
full header & previous parts:
an unexpected meeting || unusual conversations || un-imaginary friends and places, really || unlikely coincidence || unplanned vacation || unsanctioned dragon(s) pt1 || unsanctioned dragon(s) pt2 || unhappy dragons and people || unrepentent stubbornness and unapologetic smart alecs || un-named part nine||uncomplicated evening, yeah right





~unbelievable morons~



Xander paced the large room. Wolfgang had given him a list of contacts who had been less than reassuring with their "I'll see the proper people are notified" lines but it was...something at least.

"I can watch the floo. Go on patrol, it will settle you down." Digger snorted. "Can I borrow your music box though?"

Xander glared at Digger.

"Well I got what I need from you," Ron offered. He wouldn't mind George's friend going for a walk or something. The man was pacing like a caged animal. Ron more than understood the sentiment but right now it was driving him half batty while he was wracking his brain for anything that might be necessary and waiting on the bloody DNE to get back to them.

"Go. Take those three with you." Digger pointed to George Neville and Luna. "They can bicker over plants and demons with you. And at least ought to be able to levitate a brick at something if a stunning spell doesn't work."

George snorted. "Neville was the bloody hero of Hogwarts, he hid students during the War, and just a seventh year himself. We've all seen a few tricky spots and were at the Battle of Hogwarts."

Digger raised a hairy eyebrow.

Xander sighed and shrugged. "Maybe Wolfgang and Nat can meet up with us somewhere. I don't want them coming near here again but...Nat's gotta be wound up enough to have Wolf ready to start hexing things."

"Your music box?" Digger said eagerly.

"I want it back, Mr. Greedy Mitts. Nat's supposed to be getting you and Medraut your own."

"Of course I'll return it."

"You are the oddest Goblin I've ever seen." Ron said shaking his head at Digger.

Xander nodded. A patrol wouldn't hurt, better than just sitting and losing his mind. "You want to maybe see some demons?" he asked Luna.

George groaned. "Bloody hell, I wish you'd stop humoring her."

*

Xander called Giles on their way to meet with Wolfgang and Natalia. When Giles pointed out once again, he technically didn't have to ask permission or tell the older man what they were doing, Xander pointed out it was merely a courtesy call, and a heads up where there might be anything to Slay would be of the good, as well as where any of Giles girls might be. Bureaucracy ran nine-to-five and they were at a standstill waiting for call backs and offices to open. None of the Council Slayers were out, Willow was still soundly asleep, it had only been a few hours after all.

George eyed Xander as the four of them made their way toward a warehouse district near the Thames, "What is that?"

"My axe, it's got a shrinking spell on it, just got to say the trigger words, makes carrying around weapons easier." Xander said as he palmed the weapon that was the size of a toddler's toy hammer at the moment.

"You really believe in Slayers and all this--" George murmured. He hadn't taken a word of what Xander had said in answer to Luna's mad questions all that seriously. More been impressed by the man's ability to roll with Luna's off and on press of questions during everything else.

"Nat! Wolf!" Xander called out spotting the other two of his team. "Do a pointy."

Wolfgang didn't bother to correct Xander's ridiculous request for a location spell. He was ready to put the agitated Slayer in a full body bind. Since they'd learned Medraut, Henry and Kafu had been arrested Natalia was all for tearing apart the ones responsible with her bare hands.

"That way" Wolfgang pointed.


*

"She's a Slayer!" Luna breathed.

"Bloody hell," George gaped as a Solaris spell from Wolfgang took out two vampires that tried to run from the fray. Natalia was in the thick of it fighting three, Xander was on the edge somehow holding his own against another.


*


Kingsley Shacklebolt was less than happy at being dragged out of bed before sunrise as he made his way to the floo.

"This had better be good, Weasley,"

"Wakefield's angling for your job."

"That is not news," Kingsley glared.

"Yes, well, the fact that he arrested a T'Bori Potions Master, an ex-ICW DNE agent and a Seelie of the Silverthorne Court."

"Why?"

"Goes back to the dragons, which I got the report from Charlie and all the forms filed there. And I've got the documentation Wakefield wouldn't allow the three he took in to produce--at least according to the witness to their arrest." Ron swallowed. "The witness is claiming specist racism and auror brutality and wants to file a complaint, and also complain to his mother's cousin who is chief security officer of the Gringotts manager's board."

"Weasley," Kingsley growled.

"Digger of the North African Goblin Horde is the witness."

"WHAT?"

Ron sighed and started at the beginning, with what he knew. And that there was a gathering aggravated group of people going to be beating down the doors of the Ministry of Magic once the doors were open for the day, in all of three hours time.

"I want the detainees in a single cell, put them together, make sure Wakefield hasn't done anything especially stupid, and I want Wakefield waiting outside my office now. I will be there in twenty minutes." Kingsley growled.


*

Kingsley isn't surprised to find Weasley waiting with Wakefield.

"Arrest warrant for--who are we even talking about here?" Kingsley demanded.

"An African wizard named Kafu, a wizard named Ambrose and a Canadian wizard named Henry Smythe." Wakefield sneered.

"And these people actually are?" Kingsley prompted

"Potions Master Timbaki Kafu Amakahar of the Northern T'Bori, Medraut Aurelius Ambrose of the Silverthorne Seelie Court, son of Lady Meara Silverthorne, great-nephew of the Silverthorne Court's Prince Sibeal. And Henry Smythe, Canadian national, graduate of Arcana Academy in Nova Scotia, class of 1985, International Wizarding Law Degree from Myrddin University 1990, Accepted to Isla Roja 1990, Graduated with honors from Isla Roja 1992, ICW DNE agent 1992 until a few weeks ago when he and his partner Wolfgang Clausen joined the group led by one Xander Harris according to the rest of the lot I had to speak to. They have done some freelance work for Gringotts, for the ICW, for a few smaller African nations."

"Mercenaries!" Wakefield spat.

"Mr. Smythe has twenty seven distinctions in his file that we were allowed. Not what those distinctions were, what they were for, simply noted he received them for duty. Wakefield tried to arrest them on illegal apparition. Mr. Amakahar and Mr. Smythe both have international apparition licenses. Mr. Amakahar's was just renewed at the British Embassy in Cairo seven months ago as a matter of fact." Ron said rifling through and presenting the documentation that included copies of the international apparition licenses and passports, along with a Gringotts customs write off, noting that they had traveled via portkey from Gringotts Cairo with three other stops before arriving at Gringotts London.

"They are mercenaries!"

"Whether actually employed by the DNE or not, they do have sanctioned approval by the DNE. Not sure what good that this does but it was provided by the ICW courier." Ron sighed handing another document from the file he was holding.

Kingsley looked at the document handed over by Ron. It wasn't really worth the parchment it was written on or the time taken to write and stamp it.


Potions Master Timbaki Kafu Amakahar of the Northern T'Bori,
Potions Master A'zhandi'ar Amakahar, aka Alexander LaVelle Harris, aka Xander Harris of the Northern T'Bori, Medraut Aurelius Ambrose of Silverthorne Seelie Court, Wolfgang Ingward Clausen, Henry Richard Smythe, and Natalia Judith Culpepper are wanted for no crimes by any member nation of the International Confederation of Wizards.

There was an official seal but no signatures. Nothing more. It was about as unhelpful in clarifying a single bloody thing as could be, but nothing less could be expected of the ICW, let alone the DNE.

"The one has aliases!"

"Bloody hell, how stupid are you, Wakefield? He's American. He's got a T'bori tattoo which means he was T'bori Wizard educated." Ron rolled his eyes.

"Explain how an American gets to be a T'bori Potions Master?" Wakefield demanded

Ron groaned. "I'm not clear exactly myself. He was muggle born and his parents refused to send him to be magically educated. He ended up with the T'bori when he was in Africa after he was grown. Bill said the T'bori only educate their own so they adopted him or something and gave him a T'bori name. Bloody hell, he's a friend of GEORGE'S"

"What sort of argument is that?" Wakefield squawked.

Kingsley shook his head. He wasn't sure if Ron was writing off George on the basis of his joke shop as, and anyone being George's friend likely to be, harmless, at least by presumption of that, or not. Kingsley had seen the havoc wrought by the Weasley twins in the Order headquarters, he'd been passed a good deal of information by the twins that last year while Ron, Harry and Hermione were off after the Hallows. He'd done his best to recruit Neville Longbottom more than once, the young man had proven his worth as a strategic commander. George could be about as 'harmless' as Longbottom if he set his mind to actually wreaking havoc and destruction with his pranks.

"Where's your partner?" Kingsley asked, he'd watched the kids grow up during the war and only one half of the headache-inducing duo who'd been assigned to his division the last three and a half years was present.

"Took yesterday off sick. James caught the dragon pox from Teddy and has Ginny worn ragged."



*

"I was starting to get worried," Digger said as he looked up when Xander, George and Neville entered the room. "Where's the woman?"

"Driving Wolfgang batshit." Xander answered. "She's busy asking Nat all about being a Slayer. Where's Ron?"

"He went to the Ministry, see what he could get accomplished before we actually go. He floo'd his supervisor and got him out of bed once we got the last of the papers from the DNE."

Charlie frowned from where he had been drowsing in a chair with his leg up. "George?"

"You should have been with us, Charlie." was all George managed shaking his head.

"What were you doing?"

"Vampire hunting with a real Slayer," Neville answered.

"WHAT?" Charlie stared.