Draco? Julian?

Barry go away

Draco/Julian PoV (from now on I'm doing first person, deal with it)~

"Julian?" Barry called.

"Yes, Allen?" I asked, looking through the file.

"What are you working on?"

"Just some case," I muttered.

"Whose?"

"Some new person. Apparently a meta. Hasn't stated the name yet. I'm going to murder whoever wrote this."

"What are the signs?"

"Some sort of magic. Bloke waving a stick. Flashes of light. Animals appearing randomly. Hissing noises. Snakes acting like they're possessed. The bloke's randomly appearing and disappearing in places."

"Sounds like nothing we've come across so far. Last sighting?" Iris asked.

"By Big Belly Burger, apparently."

"Big Belly Burger?"

"Yes, Iris, didn't hear me the first time?"

"Just clarifying. Big Belly Burger."

"Yes, Big Belly Burger," I snapped, now exasperated. "Do you get it now? Big. Belly. Burger."

"Any idea what we could be dealing with?"

"No bloody clue. All I know is it's some sort of magic, some bloke waving a stick, flashes of light, animals randomly appearing, hissing noises as if there were snakes everywhere, possessed snakes, and random appearances and disappearances. Did you not catch that either?"

"Julian, we're trying to help."

"I don't need your help, Allen," I muttered angrily. "I know that you can't keep your lightning bolt out everybody's business, but try, just this once, would you?"

Barry rolled his eyes and walked out of the room with Iris.

0o0o0 0o0o0 0o0o0

I sighed, walking to my apartment after another long day of finding out absolutely nothing. If I didn't know better, I'd tell the team that Voldemort had returned, but for several reasons, I didn't tell them that.

First, they didn't know who Voldemort was.

Second, Voldemort was dead. Never coming back. Potter had killed him.

Potter.

Potter.

I sighed, opening the door to my apartment and plopping down on the couch in a way that Lucius would have sneered at, but I didn't care what Father thought anymore. It had been eighteen years since I'd seen him and Mother. "Damn Potter." 

I took the file out, staring at everything I had underlined so far. Pretty much the entire first half of the document.

I started on the second half.

Green eyes, black hair, light skin. Many scars, as if he was a seasoned fighter. I sighed, setting the file down for a moment.

It sounds like Potter, but... Potter's in Britain. Being an Auror for the Ministry. He wouldn't come after me.

Unless the Ministry told him to.

I slipped the file back into my bag. I'd had enough of the paper for one day.

0o0o0 0o0o0 0o0o0

"Morning, Allen," I muttered.

He sipped his coffee casually. "What's got you worried?"