Glass Delton (Harry Potter fanfic)

Chapter 3

Lots of time skips. This chapter is merely a filler chapter. Please comment on things I can improve or things that are confusing and I will try to fix them.

(disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I'm twisting around the elements to fit my story, so somethings might be confusing)

Italics - Different languages (Gobbledegook, Parseltongue, Spells)

I was crouched on a roof looking down at the busy streets that are New York. It's been around 3 months since I last saw Tom, and I'm closer than ever to finding Nicolas Flamel. Last I heard he was in New York, though he might not be anymore the intel was from a few weeks ago.

Flamel is a hard man to find. Anyhow I've been chasing the damned immortal around the world for weeks, when I get my hands on him he had better have what I want or he'll find himself in a coffin sooner than he expected.

"Looking for someone?" I shot up pulling my shiny black katana out of its sheath and pointing it at the man's neck. "How the fuck did you sneak up on me?" I asked, pressing my blade into his neck.

"I simply walked up to you, how else? Also, if you don't mind, please remove the pointy object from my neck."

I complied, putting my katana back into the sheath at my side. "Who are you?" I asked.

"The name's Nicolas Flamel, and you are?" I was shocked for a moment, opening and closing my mouth like a gaping fish.

"Oh do close your mouth, you'll catch flies." He said smiling.

"Right, I'm Glass Delton, pleasure."

"Delton? The family of dark wizards who disappeared several years ago?"

Stupid old dude he was probably alive when we lived still in England, well no point in lying. "Yes that's correct." I said.

"And what might you be doing in America?" He asked, looking into my eyes as if seeing all the secrets they hold, damn this dude's creepy as hell. "Looking for you actually, I've been looking for you for a while."

"And why is it that you were looking for me?"

"Let's take this conversation somewhere else yea?" I said.

"Hmm," he looked at me suspiciously. "So that you can kill me without witnesses? I think not."

"Fine, I'll just get straight to the point then, the Philosopher's stone. Can you make me one?"

His expression turned dark, "Your kind is not wanted here, I suggest you leave before I get violent, I destroyed the notes and I refuse to help you, I'd die before giving a dark wizard the power of immortality."

"Wrong answer old man." I said, whipping my blade out of its sheath in one movement slicing his neck open, cutting through his spine, killing him instantly. "You should have listened, old man, maybe then you wouldn't have died." I looked down at my now red stained blade wiping it off on the dead man's shirt before re-sheathing it. I scowled in disgust, the once peaceful roof now stained red with the blood of a light wizard. I cast Fiendfyre and watched his body burn, no point in leaving evidence for some american ministry to find. Tsk light wizards think they're better than us and are keeping the world peaceful and safe by eliminating dark magic users. What a joke. The fact that he's still dead tells me the Philosopher's stone doesn't mean we won't be able to die, it only extends life.

When it comes down to it all light wizards ever do is postpone our goals never fully succeeding in destroying them. When one dark wizard periches a new one soon rises, learning from the mistakes of the old ones, becoming better, becoming stronger.