Caught

A/N: So I had this thought the other day, what if Ginny was a Dark Wizard and was being chased down my Ron and Harry in the Auror Department? This would be after the war against Voldy and Hogwarts and during the capturing of rouge Death Eaters.

I Do Not own HP or any characters, they all belong to Mrs. J.K. Rowling.

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"Harry, we've got another hit on this Bat-Bogey Slinger case." Ron said, flinging the thick, manila file ontop of Harry's desk. Harry rubbed his eyes behind his glasses and sighed, "Ron, we are not calling it that." Ron sat on the empty corner of Harry's desk and picked up his stapler, "Why do you have this Muggle contraption on your desk, Harry?" Ron asked, exhamening the metal stapler. Harry reached forward and snatched it out of his hands before Ron stapled his fingers.

"Because it's usefull. Did you need anything else?" Harry asked, setting the stapler inside his desk drawer. Ron sighed, "No," Harry rolled his eyes, "She hasn't written you back, has she?" He asked.

Ron loosened his tie, "It's not that, it's just..." He ran his hand through his ginger hair, "It's just, I wrote her two hours ago! Why didn't she write back? Is she hurt? Did she reject me?" Ron stood off the desk and started to tap his foot with his arms folded. Harry bent back in his chair and collected his brief case after checking his watch. "C'mon, it's one o'clock, let's go grab some lunch."

Grabbing his traveling cloak, Ron followed Harry towards the elevator and down into the lobby of the Ministry of Magic. "Leaky Caldron's gotta French Onion Soup today," Ron said, pulling his cloak on. Harry pushed his glasses up his nose and they both Apperated outside the steps of the building.

A short witch took them to a table and left to fetch their waters.

Ron bent across the table towards Harry, his hands clasped on the table out in front of him, "So, who do you think the Bat-Bogey Slinger is?" Harry looked at Ron and clicked his tounge, "I have no idea, Ron, and you know that." Ron sat back, "I'll bet it's a bloke. No witch could cast a hex that well." Harry nodded as the waitress brought their waters, took their orders and left once again. Taking a sip of his water, Harry cleared his throat.

"Any new's on...Ginny?" Harry asked slowly. Ron stopped playing with his fork and looked down into the tables wooden face. "No,"

Ginny had been missing for seven years. After her first year at Hogwarts at age 11, Ginny dissapeared from the Burrow and hasn't been seen or heard from since. In the Daily Prophet today, she'd been pronounced dead.

"Sorry, I just, wondered." Harry said quickly. Ron shook his head, "Nah, it's fine. I've almost gotten over it, you know, she didn't really like me much anyway."

The room suddenly filled with a meloncholy emotion, and became quieter. "Well, you'r birthdays in a few weeks! Are you planning on a party?" Ron asked, cutting through the awkward air between them. Harry smiled softly, "No, just a night at Grimmald with me and Kreacher." Ron scoffed, "No, we are celebrating! We can throw a small get together at the Three Broomsticks! It'll be great!" Ron smiled just as the waitress brought their meals.

After Apperating back to work, Harry slumped into his chair and flipped open the file.

A fifth attack on a Muggle by the name of Wyatt Spunk happened at six o'clock on Wednessday of the 13th of July. The Muggle was interigated then Obliverated. His statement included a flash of light and a wave of red.

Full Name-Mr. Wyatt F. Spunk

Status-Muggle

Age-43

Case-Bat Bogey Hex

*Obliverated

Auror Finnigan reported on sceen, found Mr. Spunk on the ground in an alley way, hexed. His wallet and suit jaket taken along with his socks.

*Possible Death Eater Attack

Harry flipped throught he pictures and notes by Seamus, then blew out a huff of breath. This person was beginning to agrivate him. For four months, the team of Aurors have been watching this person's trail, and it's always a dead end. The team has only caught two other Death Eaters, and the Dark Wizard count has decreased intensly so after defeating Voldemort.

Sighing, Harry heard the bell sound, waved goodbye to Ron and Disapperated home.

"Kreacher, I'm home." Harry called into the softly lit house. Hanging his cloak on the coat hanger, Harry kicked off his shoes and walked up the stairs into his bedroom, Sirius's old room. After dressing to his pjamas, Harry lay back in his bed with his eyes wide open. His mind was racing, with the article in the paper about Ginny being pronounced dead, and Ron's delema with Hermione, and not to mention his lack of sleep these past few weeks weren't at all helping him sleep.

Rolling onto his side, he stared out the window into the backyard of the Mansion. Who was the Bat-Bogey Hex slinger? It was eating at his brain like a parasite.

Finally closing his eyes, Harry started to drift off.

"Master! Master Half-Blood wake up!" A crude voice bellowed into Harry's ear. Sitting up quicky, Harry pulled on his glasses and glared down at Kreacher. "What is it?" He hissed, rubbing his eyes and stretching.

"Intruder, Master!" He whispered now. Harry shook his head to wake up completely, then grabbed his wand from the drawer beside his bed. "Stay here, Kreacher." Harry said, and slowly opened the door. Looking down the hall towards the stairs, Harry saw a light on in the kitchen, why hadn't the Intruder Charms been set off?

Raising his wand, Harry took slow breaths and stepped slowly down the stairs, and towards the kitchen. Rummaging noises came from the kitchen, and then a glass shattered.

"Shit."

A female voice hissed. Harry quickly dashed into the kitchen "Perfiticus Totalus!" He yelled, wipping his wand towards the woman in his kitchen. In the darkness, Harry saw the spell leave his wand and hit the bulk in front of him, then a loud them told him she'd hit the floor. Flicking his wand at the lights, the room was filled with light. Harry looked down to see who'd intruded on his house, and suddenly gasped.

"H-Hermione?" he asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes, frozen on the ground. Harry quickly disabled the spell, and helped her back up. "What are you doing in my kitchen?" Harry asked, pulling out a chair for her to sit on. Hermione sat down and glared at Harry. "Well, if you must know, I was here because Ronald and I had a small row."

She crossed her legs and arms, then looked away from him. "But, why didn't you just Apperate into your bedroom?" Harry asked. Two of the guest rooms had been designed for Hermione and one for Ron to stay when they pleased.

"I was thirsty!" She snapped. Harry was taken aback, she was still quite mad. "Well, I'll head back to bed now, um, night Hermione." Harry awkwardly left the room and headed back up the stairs. Kreacher was pacing the floor.

"Did Master dispose of the intruder?" Kreacher asked, Harry waved him off, "No, it was Hermione." Kreacher crinkled his nose. "The Mud-Blood? That was not the Filth, Master, that was Blood-Traitor Weasley." Harry glared down at the elf, "Are you mad? I just talked to her."

Kreacher growled, "Kreacher know's a Blood-Traitor when he smells one, and that down there is a Blood-Traitor, Master." He added shrudley.

"Kreacher, I demand you to go and see Hermione for yourself!" Harry yelled at the elf. Kreacher smiled smuggly and snapped his fingers and with a puff of smoke, he was gone. Harry ran down the hall and nearley tripped down the stairs and stopped on a dime when he noticed all his food was gone, along with two pillows from his couch. Kreacher started laughing, "Told you so Master, Kreacher did." Harry shook his head and dashed down the hall to Hermione's spare bedroom. It was empty.

She wasn't there anymore.

Harry ran towards his fireplace and grabbed a handfull of Floo Powder, "Kreacher, you stay here." He throw the dust down "The Burrow!" Ron was still staying at home until the flat he wanted was properly cleaned out.

"Bloody Hell, Harry!" Harry heard Ron yell. Harry toppled out of the fire and right into Ron. "Ron, where's Hermione?" Harry asked, clutching his wand and panting. "In Ginny's old room, why?" Ron asked, Harry grabbed his shoulders and shook. "Ron, are you sure she's there?"

Ron nodded, "She's staying here the night to help me with the Saftey Breathing Charm." Ron said quietly. Harry bounded up the stairs and into Ginny's old room. Pushing open the door, Harry was met with a pillow to the face.

"Get out of here! I'm changing!" Hermione screeched. Harry opened his eyes to see a half-dressed Hermione holding another pillow, cocked and ready for fireing. "Get out!" She yelled again.

Harry backed out of the room and dashed back down the stairs, Ron stood from the couch and met Harry's gaze, "Harry, what's happening?" He asked. Harry suddenly felt disy. Sitting on the couch, he hung his head between his knees. "Someone broke into my house, and they looked just like Hermione." Harry said under his breath. Ron gasped, "What?"Harry looked up at his best-friend.

"They took all my food and two pillows. But, it looked just like Hermione! Didn't really sound like her, but I could'be sworn it was her." Harry said, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples. "Harry James Potter!" Hermione screeched, crashing down the stairs. Harry lifted his arms to defend himself. "You dirty peeping Tom!" Her voice cracked it was so high pitched, "Hermione! Calm down!" Ron yelled, patting her arm. She spun on her heels and looked him in the face, nose-to-nose. "Ronald Weasley, do NOT tell me to calm down!" Ron backed away and sat beside Harry.

"Hermione, listen. Someone broke into my house, and they looked just like you, okay? I just needed to check that you were here." Harry defended. Hermione huffed two deep breaths, then folded her arms and shifted her weight backwards. "Go on,"

After telling the story, Hermione snapped her fingers. "Polyjuice Potion, that's got to be what she or he used. That's the only explentation." She started pulling books out of her bag. "But, where would someone get your hairs?" Harry asked.

Hermione stopped rummaging through her bag, and looked up at Harry, "I don't know,"

Harry had spent the night at the Burrow, and left around noon. It being a Saturday, he had the day off, and decided to inspect every inch of his kitchen. After finding nothing but dust and dead spiders, he'd given up and decided to walk through Diagon Alley. He was running low on ink and unicorn dust. Passing Olivanders, Harry went down the alley towards the Wizard Wheezes, but before he opened the front door, he heard a crash behind him.

Harry spun around, clutching his wand and was facing a dark alleyway.

Slowly walking towards the dark mouth of the alley, he squinted into the darkness. "If you shut up, I won't have to hex you! Know, when was the last time you saw Potter?" A voice hissed, it almost seemed...seductive? Harry inched forward slower.

"I, I-I don't know! I haven't talked to him in years!" A cracky voice answered, Harry crouched and stepped closer, but his foot slipped into a puddle. Cursing mentally, the two figures became silent. "What was that?" The male voice asked.

Harry was now close enought that he noticed the two figures were pressed up against the brick wall, well the males back was pressed into the wall and the female was oblviously holding a wand to his throat. "Don't you worry, now listen Longbottom, what happened here doesn't leave this alleyway, got it?" The female asked. Neville shook his head.

"Good." She said.

A wind blew through the alley, and a waft of flowers blew into Harry's face. "Now get out of here," she said. Neville dashed down the alleyway and passed Harry, who was hidding behind a garbage. Quickly standing, he pointed his wand, prepared to shoot.

But the alley was empty.