Guardian Wand

Legal note: I do not, nor have I ever, owned Harry Potter and/or any materials attached/related to it. Please don't sue me.

A/N: Hello. I've been reading fanfics for almost 9 years and I recently got this idea bubbling and not leaving, so I thought I might take a shot at writing it out. Please note, not everybody is gonna like my writing style, nor do you have to. Nonconstructive criticism will be laughed at. Got an idea, compliment, critique, or just wanna talk ? Review or PM me dog! Lastly, I am an adult and enjoy writing like one, there will be swearing, descriptive violence, abuse (Only in this chapter so far), and possible sexual content (No kids and no lemon, only insinuated)

Chapter 1

Glancing at his watch for the fifth time in as many minutes, a young man looks down a hallway at an office, specifically its door. Dark brown eyes taking in the details, obstacles, possible cover from enemies on either end of the hall.

Sighing before dragging his fingers through his raven hair, barely touching his shoulders, he straightens himself out. He was supposed to be in there already. Waiting still wasn't one of his strong points, even after...5 years of training?

Taking a deep breath intent on sighing again, louder so as to coerce a response from somebody, he was interrupted by a voice slightly muffled by the door. "Magnus, come in."

Standing and stretching slightly, a brisk walk saw him in the office, across from his "handler", one Gregory M. Rawlings. A small motion informing him to sit, followed by silence, interrupted only by the flipping of pages in the file Greg was holding.

His sandy brown hair greying from the temples and hairline, deep bags under his worn cold blue eyes. Eyes raking the page, he was entirely absorbed. Coughing slightly to draw his attention, cold blue met deep brown, before Gregory smirked.

"Thought you would have learned some patience by now...or hoped in any case. Drink?"

"You wanted to see me, sir ?". A weight settling in Magnus' stomach, drinks with Handler Gregory were rare...only used to soften the blow of a discharge or terrible news. "I-I'll have what you're having, sir."

"Ogden's it is." The sound of pouring followed by a tumbler being set down in front of him. Glancing up he caught Gregory's eyes. "Sir...?" The question being an obvious sign of wanting to get whatever ordeal this was supposed to be, over.

"Well Magnus, your scores are great, excellent dueller, a rather impressive repertoire of skills...firearms, CQC, stealth. You truly did live up to your promises, it would seem. Very good...very good indeed..."

"Sir? If I may...why was I called in? I thought I was being discharged or reprimanded."

Giving an unexpected hearty laugh, Gregory stood up. "Oh, oh no, son. Somebody as skilled as you? We woulda transferred you to the Yanks. Do some serious damage among them...No, No I called you in because I have a job for you...a terrible job." Taking a deep breath before swigging half of his drink, he sat down and pushed the file towards Magnus.

"Before opening that file and even reading the name of your charge-"

"Charge, sir? I was trained for assassination...murder. This is literally the opposite of what I trai-" Cutting off his meanderings at the behest of his handler's glare, he apologised and sat back.

"Now, as I was saying. This is a once-in-a-lifetime job. I went through everything...all of our available agents and officers...none of them made me think this was their job. You, however, you are perfect. Now, where the problem comes in, is that this is maybe one of the highest valued jobs ever. If not for the charge themselves, then for the publicity."

Looking at the file, Magnus started reaching for the edge to open it, a hand slammed down on the file. Glancing up he again met Gregory's eyes. "Listen, son...this one's above most of our agents' skill level...and their pay-grade. This can very likely lead to a painful death. And the charge cannot be lost at all. He is of immense importance I'm told. This means your life is in even more danger, as you're likely to take shots for both of you if it comes to that."

"Danger ? I'm in." A smirk following his statement before flipping through the pages. "Oh...oh shit."

Laughing once more at his rapidly paling, frowning face, Greg barely saying "Told ya!" before dissolving back into laughter.

Barely able to comprehend the words in front of him, Magnus asks, "The Boy-Who-Lived sir? Are you really sure I'm the right guy for this one? This...this is massive."

"Positive, boy! Your empathy scores indicate good human interaction, and him being a young child, and you still being rather youthful, you could treat him properly. I couldn't think of a single candidate for that reason alone." Standing up and walking around his desk, Greg put a hand on Magnus' shoulder, "You can do this Magnus. You've been trained by some of the best there are for 5 years. The company will give you as much support as they can."

"The dickheads upstairs probably don't like this, do they?"

"You can bet Merlin's sweet ass they don't, but we're pushing the plan anyways. We have no time nor chances to make second guesses. If you accept this, you become one of the highest ranked agents we have, not including very rich." Walking back to his chair and sitting down, Greg looked pointedly at Magnus. "Your choice? As I said, we don't have time Magnus. You can roll out after we set you up."

"I accept it, sir."

Letting out an obvious sigh of relief, Greg reached into his desk drawers. Handing him another file, and a small wallet, he said, "Alright, here's your inventory, safe-house, and transportation details. This," indicating the wallet, "is your ID badge. It is official, just in case you run into trouble with either muggle or ministry law-enforcement. Head down to the armoury after this, they'll give you everything you need."

Nodding once more, Magnus stood up and stretched out his hand, Greg accepting it. "Thank you for this opportunity sir...Greg. If I may ask, how'd we get this contract? Harry Potter's been missing for around 8 years now, and I'm sure none of his family are alive to put out a contract like this."

"Got it from the goblins at Gringotts. Something about a will being broken, and this being the best option as of right now. Good luck kid, you might just need it."

Giving him a sincere smile, Magnus turned on his heel, files underarm, and had a brisk walk to the elevator. "This is gonna be interesting." he muttered to himself, looking through the file on the trip down.

Second chapter should be up shortly. Enjoy your day ya beautiful bastards. 3