The Assassin

The Assassin - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Only the sounds of the clock ticking and the crackling fire emitted from the otherwise silent office. No movement had been heard within as the minutes slowly turned to hours. Drew McIntyre sat in front of his fireplace with a glass of firewhiskey in his hand. His mind travelling miles away to another place, thinking over the plans for the upcoming week. He was consumed by worry for Harry, taking him in when he was young and helping to raise him all these years had a profound effect on him. The young man felt like close family to him, almost like a son. Drew only wanted what was best for the younger.

Sighing softly, Drew's eyes flickered over to the clock to find it was minutes away from midnight. He quickly sculled the rest of his alcoholic beverage before pulling out his wand and casted his patronus. The silvery figure of a unicorn seeped from his wand to fill the middle of the room, the majestic creature looking stunning in the gentle moonlight shine. Drew stood up and approached his country's national animal, patting it affectionately on the head below the long, pointy horn.

"Go find Charlie and deliver this message for me please," Drew's thick Scottish accent filled the quiet room. "It's time. Meet in the foyer when you get this."

The silver unicorn bowed to its creator before majestically prancing out of the office window and in to the dark night sky. With a soft smile, Drew made his way to the chest that sat in the far corner of the room. After tapping his wand three times on the lid, it creaked open and a large wooden structure arose from the depths. It held an array of weapons varying from guns, to knives, to swords, and even to a crossbow. Drew carefully pulled off three knives, his V42 Stiletto, combat knife and survival knife. Laying them out neatly on his desk, he pushed the weaponry structure down and closed the chest lid.

This time Drew tapped on the lid two times and a new wooden structure arose, holding a range of clothing he used specifically for training and missions. He firstly pulled out two double sided holsters for his weapons. He unclipped the holster already on his leg that held his trusty dagger before replacing it with one of the new ones. Placing the sliver handed dagger and V42 Stiletto on his left leg, he placed the combat and survival knife on his right leg. Drew left the holster he just took off on his desk as he moved back over to the chest. He grabbed out a big black coat with a fur hoodie, swinging the heavy item on and fastening up the first three buttons. Satisfied he had everything he needed, he pushed the wooden structure down and closed the chest once more.

Without any more delay he placed his wand back in its holster on his right forearm, walked out of his office and headed down the stairs as quietly as his big, black, leather boots would allow him to. He paused briefly on the second floor and looked at the closed door where Harry was meant to be asleep. His eyes caught the slight shimmer of a spell that hid a certain person from view. Shaking his head with a smile, Drew continued to walk down the stairs.

"Go back to bed, Harry," he said quietly but loud enough for the youngster to hear.

A soft chuckle filled the air as Drew continued walking which made him smile even more. He heard the creak of a door being opened before it got closed a second later. It was so typical of Harry to be out of bed and wanting to sneak around when there was something going on. Drew thought back on all of the memories fondly, ever since he had first arrived here. The young inquisitive mind had always been curious about everything from the mundane household chores to high profile missions. Drew and his team found it hard to keep anything secret from Harry.

As he reached the first floor, he was pulled out of the memories by a disapproving click of a tongue. His eyes laid upon Charlie Poole lazily lounging on one of the couches. The young lad was shaking his head with a cheeky, yet stern look on his face. Drew couldn't help but chuckle at the antics of the other.