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Chapter 5: Unfortunate Events

"Are you sure you know where you're going?" Harry asked skeptically. "I'm awfully positive that we've passed that stature before."

"Yes, of course I'm sure!" Ares replied confidently.

Harry looked at his partner and smirked. He knew Ares didn't know where he's going and he also knew that Ares knew that he knew that Ares didn't know where he's going. All in all, it evens out. Suddenly, Harry bumped into Ares' back. He looked up, preparing to say something when Ares' mesmerized, "Look," shook him out of it.

He looked and gasped. There in the middle of the corridor rested a giant diamond, hanging from the ceiling like a chandelier.

Harry vaguely heard Ares muttered, "I told you I knew where I was going," and snorted. Yeah right.

His interest officially piqued, Harry reached out to touch the large shiny crystal, and Ares mirrored his action. Together, they rested their hands on the cool jewel.

And the world exploded in color.

Bill admired the way the dagger caught the sun and shone brightly. It was really a work of art. He sat down on the desert floor and tossed the blade a few times, catching its own rhythm. Of course, sitting on the floor was not a good position to be caught unaware; Bill can personally vouch for that piece of information. For that was exactly what had happened to him.

It was on his fifth toss that the blade started to move. Bill, afraid to lose such a precious object, grasped the handle tightly and refused to let go. The blade seemed to struggle harder but suddenly stopped. That pause was the only warning the red-haired boy had before he was thrown towards the face of Talon's pyramid, the dagger zooming in front of him like a muggle steering wheel. But it was a steering wheel Bill had no control over.

Luckily for him, or unluckily, the east side of the stone structure opened up to reveal a pitch-black opening. The dagger seemed to take this as an invitation and flew inside, lugging a now very scared Bill Weasley with it. And the way the opening sealed shut behind him did nothing to alleviate his fears.

Bill Weasley was not used to being scared but getting trapped in a dark pyramid is way crossing the line. Immediately pieces of old tales about mummies and curses, which he'd laughed at before now, came to haunt his mind and he gripped the dagger harder. He was not about to let that weapon get away from him. After all, it was the only thing preventing him from being thrown into the dark or getting lost. Not that he wasn't already but the blade seemed to know where it's going, not to mention that it was comforting him with its very presence. And Bill was all up for comfort and assurance now.

Suddenly, the Weasley was thrown heavily onto the ground. The huge thump made when his body landed was heard in echoes for several minutes before they died out. Bill shivered as a gust of cold air hit him and got up painfully to his feet, holding the dagger in front of him as a shield. As if on cue, stone torches on the walls were lighted, created deep shadows with their flickering flames. Bill gazed towards the direction he came/flew from and flinched. There was nothing there but a huge stonewall, dead end. A chill ran through him as he came to the conclusion that he was thoroughly trapped.

Gazing around, Bill noted that he was in a long corridor, with one of its end behind him. He gazed penetrating into the way that was paved out before him and sighed in defeat.

I should have listened to my horoscope. This is indeed a cursed day.


While Bill Weasley hated his day, Runay was enjoying it as he finished his 24th cone of ice cream. The shopkeeper was gazing at him as if he's insane but did not say anything because Runay was bringing in tons of money. Of course, the shopkeeper had no way to know that the money was stolen from his brother's father, so Runay decided to conveniently forget that fact and decided to focus on the important things in life. Mainly the deliciousness of muggle ice cream and chocolate.

The shopkeeper, seeing that his white-haired guest wasn't leaving anytime soon, decided to make small talk and asked,

"Sir, what are you going to do after you finished eating?"

The shopkeeper didn't expect Runay to answer because a normal person just doesn't answer this kind of stuff, much less rich people but Runay wasn't a normal person. He was a demon. So he replied cheerfully,

"Oh I think I might go fly for a while. See the views and whatnot, you know?"

While Runay might have meant that he was going for a fly in his demon form, the shopkeeper didn't see it that way. In fact, visions of grandeur and fame were dancing in his head right now. For surely if a man could talk about flying private jets in such a casual way, he must be super rich and it was just his luck that the man happened to like ice cream.

Runay of course didn't notice anything, being too busy stuffing his head with the cool snack. After all, flying, as an exercise and entertainment had always been normal for him. So while the shopkeeper was doing his best to please the man by giving him the ice cream for free, Runay just took this as another human and muggle's weird quirks and happily accepted the gift.

Gringotts Wizarding Bank had always prided itself on being the best Wizarding bank ever. Not that there was any competition since it's the only wizarding bank, but there's always pride about its successes and accomplishments. The bank was particularly prided itself on its security system and how any thieves who tried to rob them would never see the sunlight again. (That was partly why the goblins carved that poem on the front doors. As a warning and a dare) Right now, however, Gringotts security wasn't feeling very proud. In fact, the bank was in an uproar.

Unbelievable as it seems, Gringotts had just been robbed. And the sum and person that was robbed wasn't just something or someone that you could brush away. In fact, it was nearly twenty thousand galleons, stolen from one Lucius Malfoy. Not only does Lucius Malfoy had the power to sue their company broke (in the literally sense, not money sense), he was also one of their main customers and was held in very high regards. To say the goblins were pissed was an understatement. This was a huge blow to their egos. In one day, Gringotts could go from most respected to being viewed as fools who couldn't even catch a common thief.

Luckily for them, Lucius Malfoy had given them twenty-four hours to find the thief before he give this piece of news to the media. Twenty-four hours before they lose face. Every goblin was called in and they combed the bank from top to bottom. It was a goblin named Grimlin who made the discovery, a crumbled piece of paper with scrawled writing on it, stuck in the door of Lucius Malfoy's vault.

When the goblins connected the writing to hieroglyphs, the Egyptian branch was immediately contacted. Unfortunately, the goblins were not that educated. The writing on the paper was not hieroglyphs but something that looks like it. It was a very complicated form of demon writing, one of the top ten most common writing in the demon world. (There were at least two hundred kinds of writing)

The goblins, having not journeyed outside the world much could not possibly know of demons when half of them had never heard of phoenixes. Thus, the language problem was undiscovered.

The Egyptian branch immediately went on high alert and it was discovered seconds later that a cursebreaker employed in their service had yet to check out of the list when he reported to work today. This was of course news that was very welcome. They were saved and a criminal was discovered.

Not half a moment later, the Malfoy head was contacted and information was passed on from the goblins to the man. The suspect was further entrenched when it was discovered that his family and the Malfoy family were at odds with each other. The fact that his family was quite poor did not go unnoticed.

Lucius Malfoy calmly thanked the goblins and assured them that he would not sue them. Why go after the mouse when the elephants made such prime targets? He retired to bed after contacting the Daily Prophet and a few important ministry officials, satisfied that one Weasley family is going to pay.

Five hundred miles away, in a lavishly decorated flat, a white-haired demon sat in his comfy sofa, wolfing down tubs of ice cream and watching the strange contraption called a TV, completely ignorant of the problems caused by his blatant act.

Severus Snape strode down the corridors and entered his private rooms, agitated beyond belief. He was sure that Voldemort suspected something and Draco Malfoy knew much more than he was letting on. Added to the effort he put in to avoid Dumbledore's manipulation, he was feeling dead on his feet from stress.

Severus wasn't sure which act he regretted more, being a Death Eater or being Dumbledore's spy when he turned on Voldemort. Sitting down heavily on his soft bed, he took out from his chest drawer his most precious object. It was a book or a diary to be precise. A leather-bound black-covered diary that had been in his family for generations. It was also his only heirloom that he valued. Although Severus couldn't read a word it says, it brought him strength just by looking at it.

It was one of the few things that were his, which is why he valued it so much. He stroked the covers gently and sighed in despair. The diary was first owned by Severus' great ancestor Emelon Talon and later by his great- great-granddaughter Seelia Talon. To his knowledge, those two were the only ones who ever wrote in the book. Severus had no idea what Emelon Talon was great for and neither does his family. That knowledge had been lost when Seelia died. It had been said that Emelon and Seelia came from a far-away place where time and space has no meaning.

Severus had laughed when he'd been told that. After all, even if time doesn't exist, space would. There couldn't be a place in the real world where such a land existed.

Could there?


Melody Summers had been an Auror for four years. She was one of the few girls who made it through the examination and had been proud of it. Her sister would have been proud. Melody had always wanted to best her sister but no matter what, she doesn't even seem to be getting close. That is why she'd always been pleased that she was a witch and her sister was not. Now, she'd been put in charge of a very important investigation concerning the arrest of Bill Weasley. Melody couldn't have been more smug.

Ha! See if you could best that Vivian!

Melody doesn't hate her sister. Perhaps before she became a witch, there was some jealousy. Now there's only pity. Here she was top-ranked and successful while her sister remained a poor muggle. Melody was convinced that Vivian would never reached her level of superiority. Vivian Summers can no longer best her at everything and she was happy.

And Melody refused to believe anything else. She had not seen hide or tail of Vivian since her sixteenth birthday and doesn't really miss her. After all, Vivian was only a muggle. Nothing special.

Madame Vivian had never liked her twin sister and often described her as an arrogant bitch. However, she had seen no reason to burst Melody's ignorant bubble so she had just let her believe that she was better than her.

In truth, Vivian preferred to gloat in private and amuse herself with other people's woes. She was a person who simply doesn't care about people. That was why it was so surprising that she willingly made an effort to find the lost students of Kaiser Klementine. And Vivian was closer than anyone else. Just because she had the advantage of knowing exactly why nobody could trace their magical signature.

There were only four planes in Bermuda that had this kind of shielding. Vivian had confirmed this as a fact for she specialized in tracking this kind of anti-detection shields. Three of the shields on the planes were put up by Vivian herself and she'd already checked to see if Harry and Ares were on them. They weren't. Therefore, that only left one target.

The lost Hall of Titanium.

Unfortunately, even she didn't know where it resides.

Harry and Ares landed in a maze. While it didn't particularly looked like a maze, Harry was convinced that it was. After all, he had seen too many unlike-maze mazes to be tricked now. Ares was still sceptical but agreed to find a way out. They didn't really had much choice.

Unfortunately, without the use of magic, (they discovered an even stronger block that prevents magic use in the maze) the duo were absolutely hopeless. They managed to walk for about three seconds before getting lost. But it wasn't all their fault. For you see, the maze shifted. Yes, shifted. That fact alone ensured the two that they're never going to get out without some outside help, who are impossible to contact without the use of magic.

Suddenly, they bumped into a person, hard. Or correction: Harry bumped into the person and Ares bumped into Harry. The person was the first to get up however and started to speak frantically,

"Oh thank gods, I thought I was the only person here, I-"

Harry heard the cutoff and looked at the stranger carefully. The mysterious person seemed to be gaping at him. Unfortunately, due to the dim light, Harry had yet to see who he is.

"Harry Potter? Is that really you?" The person whispered shocked, and shifted into view.

Harry's eyes widened comically and said in an equally shocked voice,

"Bill? Bill Weasley?"

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