"First of all ... it was a request, not an order. Nobody told me I was under arrest, so I'm not subject to your orders. And second, she told me, I did...'t ask." Fuck her. If she was gonna be another female like Flo, I wasn't even going to talk to her. I certainly wasn't going to do anything just because she asked for it."All right ... all right ... no need to get..." I'm tired. You got some questions to ask ... ask away. I don't feel like dealing with any bullshit," I said."Sure. I'm sorry if I. “We are please you were so kind as to telephone us” said the voice“We will arrange collection of Harriet next Monday at eight o’clock sharp”With that the line went dead and for the first time in twenty years Mr Potter said “Fuck”!At sixteen Flowerpot road just around the corner, at the home of Hermoine An exactly similar letter was being posted my Mr Dovenose the postman. End of chapter one……………….. Chapter TwoAt sixteen Flowerpot Road Hermoine’s mother. Apparently they all knew me by the way they were acting. I was hoping to remain anonymous a bit longer but my identity came out sooner or later."Hello, my lord. Do you have any need of our services? Anything."The belligerent officer snarled and asked me, "Who are you?" It was even turned into a small smile.I gave my own smile and said humbly, "One of the great many servants of our god, Woden." You are more than that." Nobody can be more than that." You are the Hand. Admit it. I knew it when we. Anyhow, forget him. It was when, my friend was moving to a different town for work, he asked me to be helpful for her. I said I will. Days passed on and to the worse, her husband wanted to dump her, wherein, she wanted to stick to the relationship just for the sake of her kid. BTW, I forgot to tell you, she has a kid who is 2 yrs by than. I became a trusted friend of her. She use to call me for shopping, movie or to take her kid out or to the doctor. Her husband is not rude or someone who.