Incognito

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Gunshots fire at his back but he carries on running into the night.
The rain drowns out the shouts of the people shooting at him, but they don't quite manage to swallow the way he laughs as he runs.

There's a sick thrill to these sorts of missions, the life or death experiences have become something he lives for, and something he misses when it's not around. Adrenaline shoots through his body as he jumps over a wall and onto the concrete below, landing in a puddle with a splash. He keeps his gun close to his chest, part of him eager to be given a reason to use it...

The van waits for him at the end of the alley. He does not look back, even if he could hear the splashes of those behind him. It wouldn't be long before the shooting would start again.
Perhaps he might get the chance to use that gun after all?

Rain clings dark curls to his forehead, into his eyes but he's almost reached the van. The doors open as he approaches and he jumps in, somersaulting with the force with which he threw himself at the open doors, and twisting deftly to point his gun outwards. He resists the urge to grin as the familiar sound fires through his ears and the raw smell of gunpowder greets the van.

"Prongs, status?"

He squints his eyes to assess the damage as the van doors close and they speed away.

"Seven hostiles. None in pursuit."

"Understood."
The girl driving the van turned over her shoulder to grin, white teeth flashing against dark skin.
"Did you get the drive?"

He shoots the driver a scandalized look which he knows she saw through the mirror, laughing as her brown eyes widen.
"Of course I did. It's what I do." He pulls a pen-drive out of his pocket and throws it onto the front seat next to her. "Read 'em and weep."

"Can't wait to take this back and see what it's hiding. It must be important if seven Death Eaters were in pursuit."

He nods, leaning back against the door and shrugging off his rain tarnished leather jacket.
"Let's fucking hope so."

Hogwarts is quiet when they arrive home. Not in the way it usually is when there's a mission on. Usually, Headquarters is just dull and languid, but today there was something buzzing in the air. He could feel it.

He turns a corner on the way to his room, eager to get some sleep before the other people he sent on missions tonight arrive back. He always prefers to be alert for debriefings and there's only so much coffee one can drink.

"Potter?" Comes a voice from the end of the corridor, it's deep and unsure, a trait he never normally finds from the speaker's voice.

"What?"

"You need to see this," the speaker steps out of the shadows and makes a gesture for him to follow, ignoring the shortness in his tone.

"Make it quick."

The speaker didn't say anything, ironically, but he was too ticked off at being ripped away from the prospect of sleep for whatever this is. He couldn't care less if Hogwarts buzzes with something he can't name. That can be sorted after a nap. He supposes that's what best friends are for, not to give a shit about you.

They reach the interrogation rooms, the speaker leads him into the prep room, the one-way glass is turned on but he pays it no heed for now. Instead, he locks eyes with the other person there, his hair is slouching almost as much as him but when he looks up, that same buzzing atmosphere is in his eyes.

"What you got for me?"

The other boy nods towards the two-way glass, and all of a sudden he's glad it's turned on and the other side cannot look in.

Tied to a chair in the interrogation room is a girl. Her hair is the color of flames and there's an intensity to her face that he might have appreciated if it weren't for the circumstances. She did not struggle against her restraints but there was still something murderous about the way she remained so calm.

He supposed he now knew why Hogwarts had been buzzing with anticipation. This girl was not a Death Eater. But she was something... something special...

"Holy shit."