Mischief Managed | Loki

Last Hope

        "How do we find her?"

        "Won't be hard," commented Ron, "When Voldemort wants to be found, he makes it obvious."

        "We have to hurry," urged Harry, "Thing will only get worse from here. The news on the radio says it's already begun to spread throughout the muggle world.

        Mr. Weasley groaned, "My word, the muggles will know!"

        "To be fair, they've known for a while," commented Thor.

        All the wizards stopped to look at Thor. He simply gave a cheerful smile as Loki stood behind him, rolling his eyes.

        "What," questioned Thor, "They all know of Kiya. The broom gave it all away!"

        Again, Loki rolled his eyes as he stepped forward.

        "I will finish her off," he stated.

        "Are you sure," questioned Harry.

        "Yes," stated Loki, "That demon will learn it's lesson. Either way, it must be done."

        Thor nodded, "He is right."

        Hermione looked at Loki, "Do you have a killing curse?"

        "We do," answered Loki, "Do not worry, I have done my research."

        "Good," she commented as she looked at the rest, "Let's just hope the plan works."

        George piped up, "What exactly is the plan now that the original plan has been trashed?"

        Hermione replied, "We find her, distract the others while Loki kills her. Then, we keep distracting long enough for Loki to hopefully revive her."

        Harry nodded, "It's the only chance we got."

        With a firm nod, Hermione pulled out aa muggle's phone. The screen lit up as her fingers tapped and slid across the screen. Her eyes were squinted the slightest bit as they searched the countless words that she scrolled passed. Mr. Weasley leaned over her shoulder, eyeing the phone with curiosity in his eyes.

        "And what's that," he asked.

        George spoke up, "A phone. A necessity for muggles. They can contact people, play games, check the news...do almost anything on it."

        "Fascinating," mumbled Mr. Weasley as he continued to look over the phone, "And what are you doing?"

        "Finding Kiya," answered Hermione.

        She continued to tape and slid her finger on the phone. It seemed that moments passed without a single word.

        "So that's why the muggles always look down when walking," commented Mrs. Weasley with a roll of her eye.

        "Got it! Wiltshire, England," chirped Hermione, "Stonehenge."

~

        Dark clouds gather above Stonehenge as Kiya stood in the middle of the stones. She looked about the place, her eyes gazing up to the statues. She strolled towards one, gracefully dragging the tips of her fingers against the rock. A smirk graced her lips as her dark eyes took it in. Her muggle clothes were replaced with that of black cloth mended into the form of a dress. Voldemort couldn't help but be amused at how much the girl resembled her late mother, Bellatrix. Though, he admitted that she turned out far more attractive than Bellatrix ever was.