The Dark Knight Rises

Chapter 13: The Docks

Chapter 13: The Docks

Wizarding Section of the Docks

22:30 hrs

Dawlish felt the cold night air seeping into his bones as he stood watch over the shipment being unloaded at the wizarding section of the docks, having been there for at least an hour so far. He had already put in a full day's work as an Auror, and now he was here as "protective detail." The exhaustion was catching up to him, but he forced himself to stay alert.

The men unloading the drugs were clad in heavy fur clothing, cheap fur clothing, some could withstand the cold; being werewolves.

The workers unloading the crates were all dressed in cheap, heavy fur clothing, some of them werewolves.

Only job they could get with all the stigma against them. The fear that they were just like Greyback's pack who had in recent years grown in numbers.

Frankly, Dawlish couldn't find it in himself to care for whatever they were going through. To him, they were all just rabid dogs waiting to be put down but if they could be used to do jobs like these... then they were of use.

Suddenly, the sound of an engine roared in the distance, causing all the workers to stop and look. A 1970 Bentley T1, which Dawlish recognized from his encounters with the crime boss Zabini, rolled in.

Zabini's henchman got out of the car and gestured for Dawlish to enter it.

"Oi! Get back to work! All of you!"

With the order from the Auror, they got back into it as the Bentley slowly came to a stop just close to the container, its wheels shining bright silver in the moonlight shining on it.

A tall man in shades and a coat gestured for Dawlish to enter the car as he opened the passenger seat. "Looks fine out there. I've done a perimeter search and it's clear," he said.

He turned to the crime boss, who nodded, in his hands was one of the teddy bears he'd seen out there tightly, staring at it intently, he couldn't help his curiosity.

"The bears go straight to the dealers and the rabbits go straight to the Narrows."

Dawlish couldn't help his curiosity and asked, "What's the difference?"

At that Zabini let out a mirthless chuckle saying, "Ignorance is bliss, Amico."

Looking at the Auror he continued, "Don't burden yourself with the secrets of scary people."

Dawlish looked directly into the man's eyes for a moment and nodded, knowing he shouldn't push through on it.

They watched as the workers continued their labour in the freezing cold, feeling no sympathy for them despite their enhanced abilities.

The night was cold but the men in the docks continued working, they couldn't really feel the cold, it was unfortunate they thought that with all the enhanced reflexes, enhanced human abilities and this is all they could do. Work as ghost workers. Portrayed as the scum of the earth.

One of the workers, Pete had all these thoughts as he laboured on, it was his 3rd shift of the day and at the end of the month he still struggled to afford the necessities. He knew all these goods they were unloading probably had drugs, but he couldn't bring himself to grow a moral compass on it. It was barely visible as he moved to take a crate of the bear dolls to another container. He heard a click as he entered the container, but he ignored the sound, so absorbed in his thoughts.

Harry watched the man enter the container he was hiding in; he knew what he had to do. Move in quick, hard and make sure no sound escaped. That was easier said than done he thought, but it was necessary.