Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Voldemort stared at the trembling youth before him in disgust. He pulled out his wand and, as a spell escaped his lips, ropes sprang out of the air and wound themselves tightly around the youth once more. Joe didn’t protest; he was too weak and in too much pain to care right now. He closed his eyes and tried to block out the searing pain coursing throughout his body.

“He is weakening, Milord,” Lucius observed.

“Yes,” Voldemort hissed. “Soon he will be dead.”

Joe tried not to think about the voices around him. He was suffering enough as it was; he didn’t think he could handle hearing about his death again.

Voldemort was about to say something else when a rat ran into the room. It scurried over Joe’s legs and the boy jumped slightly and opened his eyes. Then he gasped in surprise as the rat shifted into a human (a very ugly human, but a human all the same) right in front of his eyes. He then realized that this must be Peter something-or-other—he was in too much pain to try and remember right now—the one that Lucius had said was a rat when he spied on the Hardys and Dumbledore.

Taking short, shallow breaths, keeping his eyes to the ground, the man said, “So…this is him?”

Voldemort looked at him coldly. “Do you have news?” he said, not answering the question.

Joe noted that Peter looked as if he wanted to be anywhere but with his master right now; he kept shifting uncomfortably, kept his beady eyes focused on his worn and tatty shoes, and kept as far away from Voldemort as possible.

“Yes,” he muttered in answer to Voldemort’s inquiry.

“Well?” Lucius said impatiently.

Peter glanced at Joe, and then trained his eyes downward, and said in a hurried voice, “Somehow Frank Hardy got his memory back. Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and his two friends are there too. So they used a peinsive and went into the memory. They found the crest of Azkaban and know where you’re at. They’re going to find you—and Joe. They’re apperating to the coast, then taking magically enforced boats to Azkaban. They’ll be here within fifteen minutes.”

Joe felt a ray of hope. Frank knew where he was at! But his hopes were soon crushed as Lucius asked, “Are we to move him, Milord? Surely we cannot stay here and let them find us.”

“On the contrary,” Voldemort said, red eyes gleaming maliciously, “don’t you think it would make things much more…touching…if Fenton got to see his own son die?”

The group was just about to disapperate—Frank wasn’t sure how it worked, but was told everything would be alright if he, Ron, Hermione, and Harry were touching one of the adults; they would do the actual “disapperating”—when they heard a knock at the door. “It’s me!” Callie Shaw’s voice rang out.

Frank looked at his parents and Dumbledore imploringly. “Can I please talk to her for a minute? I won’t tell her anything about…you know…just that Joe’s in danger.

“You must make it very clear that she shall not be able to accompany you,” Dumbledore warned, “but I suppose you must talk to her. Tell her to go and not worry. We cannot disapperate with a muggle so close—it could be dangerous.”

Fenton looked sharply at his son. “Two minutes,” he said, then stood back with the others while Frank opened the door. The group was surprised when not only Callie, but Vanessa, Joe’s girlfriend, Chet Morton (Frank’s heart went out to the boy who had lost his sister so suddenly, but did not know even half of the real story), Tony Prito, and Biff Hooper filed in the door. All had solemn faces.

“Frank, we know about Joe,” Vanessa said, voice wavering.

“Wha—how?” Frank stuttered.

Before Frank could say anything more, Tony added, “And your dad. And this whole ‘magic’ deal. I admit, it is pretty freaky, but, seeing as we just found out a few hours ago…that’s understandable.”

Dumbledore looked at the teens sharply. “How is it you came to know this?”

“It’s a long story,” Chet said heavily.

“Callie and I were worried about you,” Vanessa began. “You had told us about all those warning that he—“she nodded at Dumbledore, “—gave you. So we followed you home from school. When you guys jumped out of your car after the scream, we feared for the worst!”

Callie took up the story. “We jumped out of our car and followed you guys. We got there just in time to see those guys—those wizards—disappear with you guys.”

“Of course that freaked us out, and we were extremely worried,” Vanessa added. “We couldn’t see how any of that was possible.”

“So the first thing we did was tell your parents—that’s how they knew you guys were missing. When we told them how you had just disappeared into thin air, they basically had panic attacks. But then they said that we must be imagining things and that they would start looking for the boys immediately. When they refused to call the police, ‘Nessa and I knew something wasn’t right. So we got the guys together and did a little sleuthing ourselves.”

Frank looked at her in amazement. “How? What?”

“Yes,” Fenton said, staring at the group in disbelief. “How?”

“Well…” said Biff.

“…it was kind of an accident we found out,” finished Tony.

“See, we mentioned what had happened to Mom,” Chet said.

Frank and the others sucked in their breath. “She told you…didn’t she?”

Chet nodded, not trusting himself to speak. “Iola’s real mother had told her everything…about the wizarding world…the whole deal. That scum is blaming Joe for my sister’s death. And he did it. Frank, I’m not just going to let you guys go alone! I…want to help.”

Frank was about to protest when, to his amazement, Dumbledore nodded. “You, and no one else,” he said.

“But—“ Callie began to protest.

“No, Chet needs to go. It was his sister who was killed, and he deserves a chance to look into the face of her murderer. Am I right, Chet?”

Tears now spilling down his round cheeks, Chet nodded silently.

“Fine,” Vanessa said, “I trust you guys know what you’re doing. I’m Vanessa, by the way,” she said, addressing Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Dumbledore. “Joe’s girlfriend.”

Hermione stepped forward and put a hand on the trembling girl’s shoulder. “It’ll be okay. I’m Hermione Granger. This is Ron Weasly, and Harry Potter.”

“I’m Chet,” Chet said, wiping his eyes. “And this is Biff and Tony.”

“And I’m Callie,” the girl said. “I’m Frank’s girlfriend.”

“Oh.” Everyone looked at Hermione as she said this. She then blushed crimson and said, “Let’s go find Joe!”

But Frank could never forget how disappointed she sounded when she found out that he wasn’t single. And neither could Ron.

“Joe,” said Voldemort, “did you hear? Your family is going to witness your death. Then, I shall kill Harry Potter and those other fools and be done. My, this is working out much better than I planned.”

Joe glared at him.

“Well, my dear Joseph,” the villain said, “I suppose we must get ready for our guests. But first—I want to introduce you to two of my friends.”

He made a motion with his hand and the door appeared. It swung open, and Joe was instantly cold—inside and out. In stepped two of the most hideous creatures he’d ever seen. They were twelve feet tall, cloaked, and had bony, scabby, dead hands. They had no eyes, just skin stretched over the sockets. The mouth was nothing but a gaping hole. Joe was overcome with coldness. All his worst memories came flooding back to him. He was back, back in Iola’s death. He heard the explosion. He saw the damage. He could hear the screams, the sounds…

“Like them?” he could faintly hear Voldemort say above the ruckus in his own mind.

“Dementors. Their sole purpose is to suck the happiness out of any place…the life…the love…the hope…they also have the power to suck out your soul…but they won’t be doing that. I am to be the one to kill you…in front of all your loved ones.”

But Joe didn’t hear any of the speech. He had already slipped into unconsciousness once more.

“There it is!” Fenton yelled over the rumble of the waves. “Azkaban!”

The others looked at the prison apprehensively. It was the most foreboding place they had ever seen.

They finally landed on the shore. “This way,” said Dumbledore. He led them what looked like a solid stone wall. He then said a spell and a door appeared.

“This is it,” Frank said.

“This is it,” Harry agreed.

“Let’s go,” Fenton urged.

“Yes, let’s,” Laura consented.

“Fenton!” Voldemort’s voice echoed through the chamber as the group stepped inside. Chet’s face grew white. Hermione and Ron looked as if they were going to pass out. Harry’s stomach felt like it was twisting into knots.

“You-know-who!” Ron breathed.

Fenton paled but stepped forward with Dumbledore. Laura, face tear-streaked, stayed with the teens.

“Where is my son?” Fenton demanded.

“Hello, my old friend,” Lucius snarled. He glanced at the small group of teenagers. “So nice of you to join our little party.”

He motioned with his finger and out of the shadows came two Dementors—holding Joe, bound…and unconscious.

“Oh my…” Laura cried softly. “Joe!”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione tensed. Harry felt weak…the dementors affected him worse than most people, because of his horrible past…but he focused strongly on the happiest memory of his life… ‘I can do this,’ he told himself as he reached for his wand.

“Fenton, you betrayed me so long ago. It still hurts.” Voldemort smirked, then said, “No, I do not feel pain. I feel wrath. Wrath at you for betraying me. Wrath at your son for murdering my daughter.” Chet whimpered. “And wrath at Harry Potter for evading me all these years.” He paused, eyes gleaming. “Finally, everything will go right. Joe will die. Harry will die. And you, dear friend, will join me once more…or die.”

Dumbledore’s ancient face was a mirror of hatred as he advanced on Voldemort. “Tom…” he said, “let the boy go.”

“NO!” Voldemort screamed. “Fenton! Join me and let’s kill Harry Potter together and your son won’t suffer any longer!”

“Please, don’t kill him,” Fenton begged.

“He didn’t kill anyone!” Frank added, coming up beside his father.

“Especially my sister!” Chet yelled, his strong voice betraying the bubbling emotions he felt inside.

“Let him go!” Laura cried.

“Shut up!” Lucius hissed.

“Fenton, choose now!”

“Fenton, don’t say anything,” Dumbledore ordered.

“But he’ll kill Joe if I won’t.”

“He’ll kill him anyway,” Dumbledore reminded him. “Listen, Fenton, right now, he’s got the upper hand—he has Joe. And you aren’t going to become a murderer to save you’re son.”

“You’re right. I’ll save Joe, or die trying.”

“Fine,” Voldemort said. “Have it your way.” He went to the dementors and took out his wand. He then shook Joe and the boy stirred. He gasped when his eyes fell on his family.

“Dad?” he mumbled. “Mom?”

“Avada—“ Voldemort began, but Dumbledore cast a spell at that point and the wand flew out of Voldemort’s hand. He chuckled as he bent down to get it. “I believe you have made your point,” he said. “You don’t want him to die. And I don’t believe he will…” He looked at the dementors and said, “The kiss.”

“NO!” Frank screamed.

Before anyone could do anything, the creatures began to lift Joe closer to their shapeless mouths and took in a deep rattling breath…

“Please no,” Joe begged, but then everything went black.

The group watched, horrified, as the helpless youth was raised up, closer and closer to his doom…

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The Hardy Boys belong to Simon and Schuster and the Stratemeyer Foundation. The Hardy Boys Fan Fiction authors of the Hardy Detective Agency have just borrowed them for an adventure or two. The authors promise to put the boys back when they are done with them. The authors do claim copyright to the original characters in this story. Please do not borrow original characters without express permission of the authors.