Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

The old man relieved them of answering, however, when he said, "They were curious, of course." He smiled at the boys, kindness in his blue eyes. "And, as I often tell my students, one in particular, curiosity is not a crime, but it does good to take caution."

"So you're a teacher?" Frank asked. He had already decided to find out all he could about this strange man, the likes of which he had never seen. His wardrobe was odd enough in itself, while his appearance only added to his peculiar appearance. But the thing that really got Frank were his eyes--a deeper blue than even Joe's, more penetrating, and...mysterious.

"Of a sort. Headmaster of a boarding school."

"Frank. Joe." Laura looked at her boys reproachfully. "You know what you did was wrong. Our business is our own and you had no right to pry."

"Oh, it's quite alright," the stranger said, then introduced himself as Albus Dumbledore and suggested that they adjourn to the living room. "Now," he said, when they were seated, Laura and Fenton on the love seat, Frank and Joe in recliners, and Dumbledore rocking contentedly in an old rocking chair that the brothers could have swore hadn't been there before. Upon seeing their bewildered expressions, Dumbledore smiled slightly but said nothing.

"What's going on?" Joe finally asked, unable to bear the silence any longer.

Dumbledore looked at him sadly. "As I'm sure you gathered from your little adventure, some very bad things are going on, the nature and background of which you will have no understanding of."

"Tell us then," Joe persisted, curiosity rousing.

Dumbledore sighed, and exchanged glances with Laura and Fenton. "My, stubborn aren't they?" His eyes twinkled for a moment as he said, "I know many young people of the same nature." Then his blue eyes lost their sparkle. "There are some things," he began, looking pointedly at each sleuth in turn, both of which were listening intently, "that I cannot reveal tonight...mostly because of the danger of speaking here, and of the shock it might cause you...later all will be revealed, but you are not ready to hear some things at the present time." He raised a wrinkled hand at the boys' protests. "Later," he said sternly, then turned and spoke to Laura and Fenton for a moment. "What do you say we let them tell us what they overheard and what they made of it? We can use that as a basis of how much to reveal tonight."

Fenton and Laura nodded as Fenton said, "But I don't want them to hear anything about..." he hesitated, as if trying to find the right way to word it, but Dumbledore cut him off.

"I understand. Of course...it isn't safe for them to know yet."

As Frank and Joe exchanged mystified glances, Dumbledore turned to them and inquired, "What did you hear?"

"Murder." The word was out of Joe's mouth in an instant.

"Yes," Frank agreed, knitting his brow. "Murders a long time ago...someone coming back. Someone needing Dad...and that we are in danger."

"Could be," Joe corrected.

"Of course. Could be in trouble."

"But by who? What is going on?" Joe asked, exasperated.

Instead of answering, Dumbledore asked if that was all they heard.

"No, there was also Mom talking about the person that needed Dad...and us. She said..." Joe broke off, feeling a little nervous now. "She said that he could torture people beyond human endurance, kill in an instant, and force people to do his bidding."

Dumbledore looked grim. "Yes. Well. If that is all you heard--" he paused as the boys both nodded, "--then I shall tell you what I see fit for you to hear now."

He took a breath, then went on. "Fifteen years ago, there was a man...a criminal, if you will, that was merciless...the man we were discussing. He disappeared for a while, but came back two years ago...now...he used to know your father, and needs him to complete his plans. However, your father, as is understandable, is refusing to assist him, despite threats."

"Who is this man? Why can't the police nab him? How could he just 'disappear'?"

"Frank, there is much, much more to this story. So much more, things you never even imagined. But now is not the time. What you need to know is that you and your brother could be in grave danger--for certain reasons, this man cannot get to your father directly, but through you...however, we do not even know if he is aware of your existence."

"If this has been going on for two years, why are you just now coming?" Frank asked.

"Ah, I see you are very observant. You remind me so much of your father... I didn't come until now because I just realized that you and your family could be in danger. Some spies and agents that work for me have discovered that he wants your father more than ever...so much that he may be willing to come here from London.

"Now, that's all I am going to reveal tonight. Further discussion with your parents shall be necessary before more is known. And this time--" he looked sharply at the boys, "--no listening in." His expression softening, he added, "I know you are extremely curious and have every right to be, but until I say it is safe, you'll have to contain it.

"Also, I want you to take extra precautions. Don't go to any unnecessary places, like to the pizza shop--yes, I know about your friend Tony, but maybe he can bring pizza here--arcade, and for the time being, no sleuthing."

Frank and Joe exchanged disappointed looks. "Frank, Joe." Fenton spoke for the first time. "I know this is a huge blow, but it is only for a short time, while we see if you really are in danger and get things sorted out. Trust me, this man is worse than any of the criminals you've encountered so far. Take NO chances. Whatsoever. None." Laura nodded and Dumbledore began speaking again.

"Take these precautions as well as this one: go straight to the required places, such as school, doctor, football practice, and back, not taking any unnecessary stops along the way. Am I understood?"

Although deeply disappointed, each boy consented in turn. "Good," said Dumbledore, brightening considerably. He stood up and walked to the door. "I must leave for London, but will be back very soon. In the meantime, heed what I have said--all of you. Now, farewell. Best of wishes. I will return within the week. Pleasure seeing you Fenton, Laura. Frank and Joe as well."

And with that he was gone.

"Dad," began Joe when he had gone, but Fenton held up a hand.

"Don't try persuading me to tell you anything else. Go to bed." He retreated up the stairs, lost in thought. Laura kissed each boy on the forehead and said, "Go to sleep."

Back in their own rooms, Frank and Joe each pondered the strange happenings...but nothing made sense. "Ah well..." they thought, "since it's dangerous right now, and he said we shouldn't snoop, we'll wait until he reveals it."

But they woke up the next morning, their curiosity still intact and questions reeling in their sharp minds. They discussed the previous night on the way to school, but could come up with no answer. "I'm stumped." Frank cringed as he said the dreaded words. But it was true.

At school, they filled their friends, Tony Prito, Chet Morton, and Biff Hooper, along with Vanessa, Joe's girlfriend, and Callie, Frank's girlfriend, in on the strange happenings. They, too, could not make head or tails of it.

Discouraged, the boys headed for home in silence. As they were driving along a deserted road, they heard something that made their hearts stop from an alley nearby. A chilling scream, almost inhuman, pain filled, terrified. "Something's happened!" Joe yelled, and without thinking, pulled off his seatbelt and jumped out of the slowing car.

"Joe!" Frank yelled, jumping up and running after his brother. "No! We'll call the police--don't go propelling us into danger!"

"Sorry Frank," Joe panted back, not even bothering to look back at his brother. "No time...that woman is in danger, we've got to help!"

Joe reached the ally before his exasperated brother, and looked about, befuddled, when he saw it was empty. Frank caught up to him quickly. "Joe, you idiot!" he spat. He looked around, and seeing no one, turned back to his brother. "You could have gotten us killed."

But Joe wasn't listening. "What could've happened?" he wondered aloud. "I know it came from this ally."

"I don't know," replied Frank, tugging on Joe's arm. "But let's get out of here. It was probably nothing. But c'mon--we promised we would come straight home, remember?"

Sighing in resignation, Joe consented and began to walk out of the ally. The brothers stopped short, however, as many hooded, cloaked, and masked figures stepped out of the shadows, seemingly out of nowhere.

"I'm sorry," one hissed, his malicious voice soft and terrifying. "That will not be possible." He and the other figures pulled something out of their robes--what, Frank and Joe couldn't quite tell, although it looked like a stick of some kind, and pointed them at the boys. They knew they were in trouble.

Before they had a chance to cry out, however, the person who had spoken hissed, "Stupify," and a flash of red light appeared and the boys instantly crumpled, losing all awareness of their surroundings.

The robed group put away their weapons and stepped over to the unconscious boys. The one who had spoken removed his hood, revealing long, silvery blonde hair and blue eyes filled with hatred. He kicked Joe roughly on the side of the head and said, "We have done it. Goyle!"

"Yes, Lucias?"

The latter smiled unpleasantly at the boys and said, "Bring them. Our master will be very pleased...soon we will have Fenton Hardy doing our bidding without hesitation...lest he want his boys to suffer...and die."

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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.