Robert was sitting in the kitchen of the farmhouse, drinking a fresh cup of tea. Michael had come over this morning to assist him and Kate in putting up holiday decorations. He felt really restless this morning for some reason, and he was edgy. He didn’t know why. It wasn’t like him. It was completely out of character. Kate had reassigned him the task of putting up a Christmas tree and decorating it. Michael was trying to keep Robert’s mind occupied and making him do the tree job the old fashioned way rather than having it decorate itself.
“Robert,” Kate’s voice called him. “You...have an owl, Dear.” He looked over at the window to see a large horned owl wearing a red ribbon with a Union Jack medallion around his neck. The bird was clutching a blue envelope. That made Robert’s blood run cold. So there had been reason to be edgy today. He got up, frowning and went over to the bird. He took the envelope and mindlessly fed the bird a treat from the jar on the windowsill before the bird fluttered off. The blue envelope was not a good sign. It was a code that was time honored for at least the last 20 years between the muggle prime minister and the wizarding one. It had come from the muggle medical term “Code Blue” which was a code for an emergency needing immediate attention. The blue envelopes meant the same. Something was horribly wrong.
“Uh oh,” Michael said, also knowing the code. He’d had too many years of espionage not to know it. Robert opened the envelope and read it. “Get your muggle coats, both of you,” he ordered, going quickly to the hall closet. He drew out a black wool coat and flicked his wand to transfigure his ordinary clothing into a black formal business suit. Kate hurried to the closet and drew out her tan wool wrap style coat. Michael flicked his wand at his suede jacket and changed it into a gray wool peacoat. He changed his jeans into gray dress slacks and his shirt to a black dress shirt. “Where are we going, Robert?”
“MuggleTown,” he said. They both understood it meant the muggle section of London and they all hid their wands. Kate took hold of Robert’s arm, and Michael took hold of her other arm. Robert apparated them into an alley. Ahead of them they saw what looked like an endless number of muggle police cars. “Damn,” he cursed under his breath. This was something like what he had expected but far more than he wanted. They walked out of the alley to the street and were stopped by muggle police officers behind a yellow tape. As they began to give Robert static, a man who was dressed in a brown wool coat came forward and shook his hand.
“Robert,” the man said, lifting the tape for them, “Thank you for coming. You got the minister’s message. Excellent. This way, please. We’ve seen your man and his girl.”
“Barker?” Robert asked.
“Indeed. We saw them running down the southbound alley here. They were coming out of that building over there.” He pointed to the building that was obviously the center of attention. “There’s more, though. They weren’t alone. There are two victims downstairs. We thought they might be your people, since Barker is yours. Robert, you need to know. Our medic says the woman cannot be saved. She only has minutes left, if that. The boy might have a bit more, but he doesn’t know how much. The minister says…well, flat out, that you might be able to help.”
“Show me the way,” Robert said.
“Your lady—she might want to wait outside. It’s quite gruesome.”
“She’s seen more than you think. Show us the way,” Robert repeated firmly. They followed the muggle minister’s assistant into the building and they began to descend down the stairs. The closer Robert got, the more he didn’t like it. He was beginning to smell blood. It was an occupational hazard.
“Robert,” Kate said very softly, feeling her blood turn to ice in her veins.
“I know, Kate,” He replied quietly, feeling something was desperately wrong now. They got to cellar level sent through a maze of corridors that were bustling with officers running in and out, in every direction. He began to feel Khaat’s presence faintly. She had been here recently. Officers were tightly guarding the room down the hall on the right. Then Robert saw holding cells—roughly made ones. His blood began to boil. He was going to stop Barker at all costs now. No question about it.
“In here,” the minister’s assistant said. Robert motioned for Kate to stay behind him, and he entered alone. He was met with the horrific sight of Khaat and Eli hanging from shackles from the wall. They were bloodcovered and not moving. They looked mauled. “Michael!” he shouted. “Now!”
Michael ran into the room and looked where Robert was. “Oh dear God,” he said softly. He drew out a case of lockpicks from his pocket and began to work on releasing Khaat from her shackles. His hand drifted across her wrist. He felt no pulse. “Robert,” he said very softly. “She’s gone.”
“What?” Robert’s face registered rare panic. He flew to her and checked her pulse. “No. She’s here. But only just.”
“Robert,” Kate said. “She’s…separated herself. She’s still here. I can feel her.”
“Get them out,” Robert ordered the minister’s assistance fiercely. “Now!” The man ushered everyone out and Robert looked around. He didn’t see anything, but he trusted Kate. “Khaat,” Robert said calmly, working to get himself under control and stop the panic. “It’s a choice. You have to choose. If you want to come back, you have to choose it. You need to want it.”
Michael released her shackles, and he levitated her to one of the stretchers. Robert flew to her and surrounded her with a life support spell as Michael rushed to Eli and released him. He saw what he knew was endless suffering in Eli’s face. “Don’t worry, Lad,” Michael said, unsure if Eli heard him or not, “Its alright now. We have you. You’re home.” He heard the shackles click open and he levitated Eli to the other stretcher. “I’ll take him. You take her,” Michael said to Robert. They all drew their wands and apparated out, leaving the muggle minister’s assistant to explain it all until the aurors could arrive to obliviate some memories.