Death at Hogwarts: The Next Generation

Chapter Fourteen

( Hey guys. I know it's been like forever since I updated, and I'm really, really sorry. Life has been kinda sucky for a while, so. . . Anyway, this isn't a very exciting chapter, I'm afraid, but I hope it will satisfy you and keep you guessing for now. Things are starting to happen now, and we will be seeing more of Lily, James and the others in later chapters. Enjoy! Jay ^_^)

"Get outta the way, willya?!" 

I frowned as the large man barged past me, his heavy frame wobbling. For a brief moment, I considered yelling at him, thought better of it. I had bigger fish to fry.

I was stood in Trafalgar Square, where, after much research and using my own abilities, I had determined the Glass was last seen. Granted, that was over sixty years ago, but a lead was a lead. I looked around the bustling square, watching all the people going about their daily lives, marveling, as I had so many times before, at how oblivious the Muggle population was. I cast my mind briefly back to a time in America, when I had bumped into Newt Scamander during his travels, when his No-Maj friend - as they called Muggles in America - had pointed out to him just how much normal people ignored. A man could fly, he had said, and people would hardly bat an eyelid.

I spun around slowly, taking in everything. Where was it. . .? Sensing nothing, I walked on, hoping to find something soon. My stomach growled angrily at me, reminding me I still needed to eat. I stopped by a McDonalds, looking in. Did I want a burger?

We really don't have time for this. Death spoke in my mind.

I need to eat., I thought back. If I don't eat something, I won't be able to focus properly. You know what mortal bodies are like, and I may be Immortal, but I still fall victim to hunger.

Death did not reply and I slipped inside the warm restaurant. I placed my order and paid, then sat alone at a table.

"Is this seat taken?"

I looked up. Jase was sat opposite me, smiling.

"You should be in school, young man." I said.

"Dad, it's the weekend. Besides, this is a bit more important than schoolwork." he replied. 

I shook my head and offered him my fries. He took some and chomped down.

"Any luck yet?" he asked over a mouthful.

"Swallow your food," I said, ever the parent. "And no, not yet. I traced it to Trafalgar Square, then lost it again."

Jase swallowed loudly and swiped my drink and took a gulp before handing it back to me. I shook my head and handed him a five pound note. He ran off to the express lane and soon returned with his own meal before sitting down and looking around before looking back at me and lowering his voice. 

"Have you tried MI5 or MI6? They might know something."

"I highly doubt it, son. If the Ministry didn't have anything helpful, what makes you think they would?"

"They always do in the movies." he shrugged. 

I rolled my eyes. "That's it. No more James Bond for you."

Jase pouted. "Not what I meant. Isn't anything worth a try at this moment in time?"

"Yes and no," I replied. "If I give anything a try and it fails, then Riddle might get to the Glass before I do, and if he does, then I won't be able to put a stop to him."

"Why not?"

"The Glass of Life will allow its bearer to survive even the touch of Death. Or the scythe, whichever he chooses to use."

"That sounds. . . dangerous." Jase said, swallowing the last of his Big Mac.

"It is. Nothing would be able to kill him. He'd finally have the immortality he wanted."

"Then you'll simply have to find it before he gets his hands on it." Luna said, slipping in beside me and planting a kiss on my cheek.

"Hi, honey." I said, kissing her back.

She smiled back at me before pulling out a notepad and pen and continued to make notes on whatever it was she was working on. She looked up at me after a moment.

"Well? You have a job to do. So go do it." 

I smiled, kissed her once more, ruffled Jase's hair, amid protestations and left the restaurant, returning once more to the busy streets of London. 

          A sleek black car flew by as I walked by Westminster Abbey and I spun round to gaze after it as I felt the pull of the Glass. I'd found it at last! 

I began running, but the car was soon lost in the traffic. Undeterred, I continued following the pull, faint as it was getting, and found myself turning up Victoria Street. What would the person who currently had the Glass be like, I wondered. Would they be angry when I took the Glass back? Would they put up a fight? I didn't relish the idea of erasing memories, especially not if they had had the Glass for years and didn't know its true power, but I could not and would not risk the life of an innocent person in Riddle's little scheme. I had to stop him. I was the only one who could now. I couldn't ask any of the others to help any more than they already were, though I rather thought James and Sirius would be only too happy to give Riddle what for. 

I followed the pull up Downing Street. It was much stronger here. 

As I walked on, the pull grew ever stronger until finally, I had arrived. I turned and stared at the house before me.

"You have got to  be kidding me."

I stared at the door to Number 10, Downing Street, home to the Muggle Prime Minister.