Flash operation ((Plot people))

[madeye]

Mad-Eye grunted as the cold wind cut through his cloak already starting to chill him to the bone. This was going to be an uncomfortable mission. But Alastor pushed it all into the back of his mind and concentrated on the task at hand. Death Eaters had had quite a few victories lately. And they were getting arrogant. Too arrogant. With help from Snape and from their sources they had found the house where the kidnapped girls were kept. It was a big house in a very respectable neighbourhood where no one would really expect Death Eaters to settle down. Three floors high mansion with an attic made of red bricks, white pillars in the front, a splendid garden. Death Eaters often seemed to be paid much better than Aurors were. His magical eye whizzing in it’s place Alastor glanced at the three men along with him. The two older Weasley boys and Lupin. The strength on his side could be much better. But it could be much worse too. So Alastor merely grunted and turned back at the house studying it trying to prevent any traps he might walk into because of not knowing the house. You always had to be on your guard.

“Let’s move,” Alastor growled out quietly pulling out his wand and holding it ready, ”Remember. They won’t take prisoners. They won’t duel with you politely and nicely waiting for you to pick up your wand should you drop it. Stay alert. It might be a trap.” Limping forward staying in shadows as much as he could Alastor went to the backdoor of the house. It took two spells to break open the magical lock and wrench open the door. Moving inside soundlessly Alastor passed through the small and dark hallway quickly. He chose one of the doors on the left and stepped in his knees bent and his body curled forward slightly as he stayed alert going to search through one wing of the house. His whole body was tensed as Alastor waited an attack from every corner. Before moving on he scanned each cupboard, even each vase and each statue for possible hiding places. He wouldn’t be caught unexpectedly. So Alastor took his time until he finally reached the kitchen of the house.

Pushing the door open Alastor caught a m movement in the corner of his eyes and turning he roared the spells: “Stupefy! Petrificus Totalus! Stupefy! Relashio!” Alastor grunted looking at who he had caught with his spells. A cat whos fur was burning had frozen in half-jump and the mouse before him had been stilled by the other Stupefy. “Bloody rodents,” Alastor growled out as he lowered his wand after putting out the fire he had started on the back of the cat. Leaving both animals under the effect of Stupeft Alastor walked to the table after having scanned the room with his magical eye and discovered that there were no other places from where danger could lurk. Alastor placed his fingers on a fried egg watching how the liquid yellow-part poured out. The egg was still luke-warm. Whoever had started their dinner here had not been able to finish. Had their plans leaked out to the Death Eaters? Alastor hadn’t found anything of importance and all the rooms had been abandoned as if in a rush. Alastor got the feeling that this time the Death Eaters had gotten away. Barely but still. Perhaps they had left something behind though. Plans or maps. Something he might not be able to figure out right now. But something that would give the Order an advantage in the future.
Lowering his wand Alastor saw the figure of one of the boys behind the kitchen door. “Come in, kid,” Alastor grunted to Charlie Weasley to let him know there was no danger in the room as he turned to look at the garden visible from the window.

[Charlie Weasley]

Charlie watched around the side of the house as Alastor broke the lock on the back door, giving them an entrance way. There was never a possibility of being too careful when Death Eaters could be around. Charlie definitely didn’t want them to get the jump on the small group. Following Alastor into the house, Charlie walked down a long winding hall, and found a door that was slightly ajar, the knob still warm to the touch, as if someone had been holding it just seconds before he had gotten there. Readying his wand, Charlie eased open the door to find a study. The study appeared to have been used, with books, and papers strewn all over the place as if someone had not found what they had been searching for in them. I wonder if there could be anything in here. He thought to himself as he eased into the room cautiously.

After having a look around the study, securing it, and making sure that there were no traps, or ways for others to have hidden from them, he began to look for Mad-Eye. Charlie wanted to let him have a look at the room, so that if the clues were there, they might get found a bit easier.

Charlie left the door to the study open, as he made his way back down the hall to the door that he had saw Mad-Eye enter just moments ago. Not having the chance to knock as he reached the door, he heard Mad-Eye tell him that it was safe to enter. “I have located the study. The knob was still slightly warm, and there are papers strewn everywhere through out it.” He said letting Mad-Eye know of his find.

[Bill Weasley]

Bill couldn't believe he was doing this. After that huge argument with Fleur about the Order, how could he be doing this? Once again, he found himself tramping after Mad Eye, Charlie, and Lupin to face unknown danger. After the whole jail escapade with Parvati Patil, Fleur had been on his case about doing dangerous things. " I don't want to see my husband in Azkaban or worse." The words still resonated in his mind. The thrashing he had gotten from his mother was worse though. To think, he was a married man, and his mother still could make him cower in his boots. He was pretty sure the whole Order had heard that conversation.

They seemed to enter the house without much resistance, but with Moody's magical eye, he could spot almost anything. That thing could give him the creeps sometimes with the way it spun around. Seeing his brother go down a separate hallway, Bill decided to take a road less traveled. Bill pointed his wand in front of him as he cautiously took the steps up to the second floor landing. It was a beautiful house. He could only ever hope to live in a place like this. Reaching the landing, he looked around cautiously. Nothing was really out of place, only and open door at the end of the hallway. Bill advanced through the door, only to be greeted by a bedroom that hadn't been cleaned as of late. Clothes were strewn about the floor. A muggle jacket here, a wizard's robe there. Nothing too spectacular. The bed was unmade, and there was an open perfume bottle on the bureau. Afraid that the bottle might contain some foul potion, he walked over and stoppered it. The closet held nothing either. It stood open on the other end of the room, empty.

Bill left the room and tried all the other doors directly off the landing. They were all locked. After unlocking the doors one by one, he found nothing but empty closets. Deciding this area was safe, he made his way back down to the kitchen to join Mad Eye and Charlie. " Second floor landing is clear. There seems to be a bedroom that has been lived in. It was pretty much well empty except for some dirty clothes and an open bottle. I made sure to close the bottle Mad Eye. There were also a couple of empty closets. I made sure to leave the doors open to all of them."

[lupin]

A rugged heavy over clock had covered Lupin's inner robes, whilst warming charms had been casted on the inner lining for extra comfort. It had been a clod windy day but that wasn't the fact. Lupin was walking with Mad eye, Charlie and Bill. They had made it to the house that stood ahead of him. Lupin composed himself briefly as he took his wand out of his clock pocket ready to attack. This day was like no other. Working for the order wasn't an east task, since it was always full with ambitious adventures and such.

Lupin took a step into the houses when Mad eye had said it was clear. He looked around. Tensed for action, poised for fight and certainly not flight. Lupin waited with bated breath. He had spotted the cat that had been under a spell. Besides that he had seen a a trail of ants marching in a line. His attention turned to the significance of their meaningless insect lives. Which in turn, could be correlated to the meaning of plebeian life of death eaters. Lupin kept a sharp eye just in case. Bill and Charlie had went their separate ways examining the house. But Lupin had stood in his spot. It thought of keeping a look out just in case if there were death eaters approaching form outside even in broad daylight. As a matter of fact he didn't really wanted to find himself in much action. He stood waiting to get some input from Mad-eye or either of the Wesley's.

[madeye]

Mad-Eye checked what food and how much of it was stored in the large kitchen. Plenty of food. And a lot of the food wouldn’t last very long. Small details when taken separately but if one took everything into consideration these little facts told volumes. Alastor grunted and turned listened to what the boys reported to him as they entered the kitchen on by one. Still boys and still often foolish. Maybe not hopeless anymore. Someone could always hide behind an open door ready to attack. But then again someone might just as easily hide behind a closed door. “It could be a trap waiting to spring closed upon us. But it might just be that our prey got some warning and got away,” Alastor grunted his fingers continuously clenching and unclenching around his wand as he tried to keep guard up on every direction and angle with his magical eye that was whizzing around like crazy.

“By the clothes. Evaluate. Who stayed here. Men, women, how many? Something characteristic about any of them – some corsets or some fake flower to be worn in the pocket of a fancy cloak. Details that would help us figure out the previous occupants. Bottle of what? Vodka? Anti-septic, poison, poly-juice, something you couldn’t identify?” Alastor stared at Bill with his good eye for a moment before turning his attention back to Charlie, “You? What kind of documents? Bills, something that had signatures, plans, maps, hints, meeting times and places? Does it leave an impression as if the important papers could have been found and eliminated?”
Alastor turned and started to limp to towards the door that lead out of the kitchen his wooden leg making an eerily loud noise that sounded clearly in the empty house. A perfect setting for a horror-story told by kids around a campfire.

“Did either of you notice anything about the girls? Anything about the being kept here or about them even being alive still? I doubt the prisoners would be kept together. It might give them false hope and make them mentally stronger. Death Eaters would not want that. They are not stupid, no,” Alastor said staying put and thinking for a moment, “One of you go check the attic. See if someone was there. The other should go through servant’s rooms. Those might be used as cells. I’ll go and check the basement. If you find any evidence leave it even if it’s a prison who isn’t at mortal peril. If you’re in trouble make noise even if it’s the last thing to do. Look for traces of blood, limbs, fingers, hair, shackles, scraps of cloth, anything that seems suspicious and everything that doesn’t.”

Without looking back Alastor limped towards small almost black door and blasted it open finding as he had guessed a staircase leading below. He had a little bit of trouble climbing down the steep staircase but down he was after a moment and walking around in the empty room. It stunk in here. Alastor grunted with displeasure knowing what the smell was. Rotten flesh. He had seen more than plenty in his time. Raising his wand again Alastor blasted open one more tight closed door and stared coldly at the view displayed before his eyes. Two dead and rotting bodies who had been chewed by rats who fled into the dark corners as light from Alastor’s wand illuminated the room. He had found the bodies of the original owners of the houses. Even if there wasn’t much left of them. Alastor limped forward and crouched next to the man as his face hadn’t been chewed off by rats as completely as the woman’s face was. Checking the room with this magical eye Alastor took hold of the man’s chin and turned his head glancing at the eyes rather calmly. Killed. AVada Kedavra. At least the death had came quickly and painlessly. Most likely the Death Eaters just hadn’t wanted to bother too much with muggles. Interesting find though not exactly what he had hoped for. Perhaps the boys would have more luck in finding any traces of the girls. Alastor left the bodies where they were feeling a bit disgusted as a piece of the man’s cheek fell off as Alastor let go of his face. Cleaning his fingers on a handkerchief as he limped out of the basement again Alastor went to look for the study Charlie had spoken of finding it without too much trouble as he started to look through the documents that were strewn all over the place.

[Charlie Weasley]

Charlie had forgotten about looking at the papers that were in the study, although he had noticed that they were strewn all across the room, as if someone had left in a hurry. He had no idea why he had not thought of mentioning this to Alastor. He scolded himself for not doing so. He knew that he should have mentioned this. Maybe he would get a second chance to say something. He looked around to his right side, just as his brother come into the room beside him. He wondered what Bill had found, and listened as he explained what he had found upstairs during his exploration. That was really what investigating this house felt like, an exploration into the unknown.

His brother had been fortunate enough to find a room with clothes and an open bottle. After hearing his brother's news, Alastor had turned to both of them and questioned their findings. He questioned Bill first and then he had turned to Charlie. This was finally Charlie's chance to tell him what he had forgotten to mention moments earlier. As Alastor questioned him, Charlie thought about the proper answers for the questions. He hadn't noticed what type of papers, because he hadn't taken the time to go through them, he had wanted to report his findings to Alastor. "I only noticed that the papers were strewn about, as if, in a rush to get out of the room, someone frantically looked for something. Nothing was burned though, so there might still be something useful there." Charlie hoped that they would be able to find some useful clues; they needed to get the case solved, and find the girls before something terrible happened to them.

Charlie shook his head when Alastor asked if they had found any signs of the girls. He hadn't noticed anything besides the papers, and was now wishing that he would have noticed more about it. Then they had their new orders, one to the attic, and one to the servants’ quarters. Charlie felt that the attic would be the best to start for him; he had already messed up by not noticing what type of papers he had found. "I'll head up to the attic." He said turning to walk out of the room.

Charlie walked up a flight of stairs, and then found the door to the attic, and up another small flight of stairs. The house was bigger than it had looked on the outside of it, but the job had to be done no matter the size of the attic. Charlie walked through a fairly wide door, and discovered that he was in the attic finally. He had to start looking around. Pulling out his wand, he lit the tip with an almost silent “Lumos”, and began to search through everything. He came across a lot of things that seemed to have belonged to the old owners of the house, but that stuff had not been tampered with. He moved from that corner to another, and found what seemed to be a somewhat freshly made burn spot. It looked as if it had come from some type of spell, or fire that wouldn’t burn all the way through the wood of the floor. This sparked his interest, and he decided to look around the area for other clues. Looking on top of boxes, and crates that were stacked up behind the spot, he found nothing. He turned around to look back at the burn spot, and noticed what seemed to be a makeshift table. He noticed that the table was seemingly close to the burned spot, and that there was a piece of wrinkled parchment on it. Moving over to the table, he wondered how the burn spot had gotten into the floor with the table being so close. He didn’t notice anything that would have caused it, just yet. But that would need more investigating.

He looked at the parchment that he had noticed on the table, it appeared to be a map. A rough sketch of one obviously, but it was a map none the less. Charlie began to wonder why the map had been left here, instead of being in the study with all the other papers and such, but he stuck to his orders, and didn’t move it. Suddenly he felt something tugging at his foot. Looking down, he discovered that it was Devil’s Snare; it must have been hiding from the light of his wand, under the table. He knew he had to let Moody know of the findings, and he knew that Moody had said that if either of them got into any trouble to make a noise, but Charlie could handle getting loose from Devils Snare. A simple burst of fire, and his ankle was free. Charlie rushed back down the two flights of stairs so that he could tell Alastor of his findings. Looking through the house, he found Alastor, and began to sputter out what he had found. “Rough map, burn spot, Devils Snare, all in attic.” He panted so that he could catch his breath and tell his findings at the same time.

[madeye]

Alastor found his handkerchief from the inner pocket of his jacket and cleaned his fingers calmly. Sticking your fingers into the rotting flesh of the dead was never a funny thing to do. But he had had to deal with dead too much in his line of work to be very disturbed about it. It wouldn’t even spoil his dreams. Speaking of which Alastor yawned. He was getting old. His body was getting old and worn and didn’t want to function as perfectly after being up for 36 hours than it had when he was a boy with wet ears. Alastor shook his head and bowed back over the papers placing those that looked a bit better to the side.

Alastor heard foot-steps and his magical eye whirled frantically before settling and zooming down on Charlie as he was rushing towards the cabinet. The electric-blue eye did a full circle in all directions before settling on Charlie again just as he reached the door. “Fool boy. Do you know what traps might be set in the hallways that you could have stomped open?” Alastor growled out at the boy. He wouldn’t want to be the one to tell Molly that one of her sons had died while he was around. He sincerely didn’t.

Alastor turned and grunted as the joint at his wooden leg gave a protesting pang. He listened to Charlie’s gasped out report and nodded. “Very good. Find your brother and get out of here. I’ll contact the Aurors and it’s no place for you be around once they get there. I had enough trouble getting your brother’s behind out of jail after he idiotically went into the room with Patil.” Patil. One more cross for the other side. They had both Patils and Granger also. Alastor grunted with displeasure and digging out some floo-powder from inside his cloak pocket threw it in the fireplace before sticking his head into the fire and alerting the ministry of this house.