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Preface: Trade

Preface: Trade

Holy crumpet muffins!

It was hot. Unbearably. Unfathomably. No words in the dictionary were forming in my mind. I wiped the thin sheen of sweat from my forehead. Squinting, I covered my eyes with my hand and looked out over the shimmering and smoggy harbor. Even the water looked as if it was sweating. I didn’t blame it.

Behind me, cars whined by furiously, blowing gusts of hot air on my back, only making the heat worse. A train rushed past honking its horn obnoxiously.  Tall buildings rose on either side of the bridge, place randomly like a child’s lego set, all competing to see who could get the highest. Sounds of the city were suffocating, even here on the bridge. A few tourists walked past me, camera’s snapping every millisecond, jabbering away in their native tongues as they bounced around like two year olds.

Sydney Harbor. The ultimate tourist destination. I mean yeah, sure, It was beautiful, but I don’t understand why everyone was so excited about it. Maybe because I was Australian and had been in Sydney so many times it should be illegal, I had lost the sense of excitement. Yeah sure, I still felt awe when traveling through the streets, but it seemed, normal.

The situation though was anything but.

I looked at the boats cruising the harbor, leisurely floating around the famous bay. I gripped the railing I was leaning against harder, wishing I could join the occupants on the boat. But no, I had to stay here. I still couldn’t figure out why the Harbour Bridge was chosen as the meeting spot, I mean come on, isn’t it a little obvious. When I said this and Will and Jen agreed, I was told that this was why it was chosen; it was supposed to be conspicuous. Having it in such a flashy place was to obvious, the Death Eaters would be expecting us to be smarter and choose somewhere different.

I still didn’t like the Idea.

I flicked my red hair back impatiently. What in the Devil’s name was taking him so long. Footsteps reached me then, but they didn’t sound like the average footsteps one would hear on the bridge, I didn’t have to turn my head to know this was the man I was waiting for. Reaching out with my thoughts I pushed past his mental barriers and confirmed that yes indeed, this was who I was waiting for.

He stopped a few steps from me and followed my lead, leaning against the railing and looked out at the city. “Nice day, is it not minister?” I asked calmly, my face not betraying anything out of place. “Indeed” came the clipped British reply.  We lapsed back into silence for a few moments, each lost in their own thoughts. “Do you have it?” the minister asked, his voice strained. I turned my head and looked at him for the first time.

Down to business straight away. “Yes” I said, in the same calm voice I had used earlier. He nodded, his eyes darting to and fro, clearly uneasy about the exposed nature of this. I mirrored his feelings but dared not show them. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the small cloth bag which had been safely sitting in my cutoffs pocket for quite some time. He took it eagerly, tucking it quickly in to his suit jacket’s pocket.

The minister had traded his robes for a clean pressed suit, probably to fit in better with the muggles. I myself had done the same, wearing a pair of denim cut-off shorts and a loose fitting purple shirt. My red hair was pulled back into two half-braids, the braid stopping just before the edge of my head and turning into piggy tails.

It had been done, the burden had been passed. I only had to hope that the minister reached the ministry before he was spotted. He seemed to realize the urgency of his return to London and without any further words or acknowledgements; he turned on his heel and walked back the way he came, traveling towards the large Suncorp building in the distance.

Waiting the agreed amount of time, it was then my turn to leave. Tearing my eyes from the harbor I turned in the opposite direction to the minster and made my way across the bridge and through the side streets, easily blending back into the crowds. It didn’t take long to reach Central Station, and took even less time to get to the ‘country’ platforms.

Platform 14 was blissfully vacant, of a train and passengers. I walked down it, walking towards the end of the platform. To anyone who was watching, I was walking straight towards a metallic pole, but to members of the order, I was walking towards an entrance which would take me to an underground network of tunnels which allowed me to journey to any wizarding community across the world.

But I never reached the pole.

I was hit with a stunning curse before I even knew I was being followed.

Shit. 

A/N: This is my first HP fan fic. I hope you Like it. Please comment and tell me what you think. I am eager to know. Thanks so much for reading this, it means alot to me