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There had been sightings of pale white people walking around in a little town in Washington. The ministry highly suspected that they were Inferis. So, in order to know about this further, they asked Harry Potter to do some little investigation. At first, he wasn't too keen on accepting the job. It was far away from his home and besides they could send somebody else there, but the new Minister of Magic insisted. According to him, no one would face them because they were scared that it might be Voldemort's work.

"I told you already, Voldemort is dead! I made sure of it." Harry yelled to the minister who was calmly sipping tea. The portraits around them cowered in fear as Harry mentioned You-Know-Who's name and looked around as if expecting Voldemort to burst out of nowhere.

"I know you did Harry but he had risen from the dead once. That made people a little uncertain on this matter. You're the only person I know who can do this since you've defeated You-Know-Who twice and you do not fear him," the Minister explained calmly. "Besides, the others are busy Mr. Potter. Some mischievous things had been happening again. Some You-Know-Who fanatics have cropped up again. All the other good Aurors are rounding them up. Honestly, youth these days. They want to be next Dark Lord." the minister sighed and shook his head.

Harry fought the urge to fight back and to ask him to send somebody else but if he denied this request he might be kicked out of the office. He had just been made an Auror recently and he did not want to destroy his clean record. It was even rare that he had a clean one considering that he always got detention in Hogwarts.

"Fine." Harry agreed reluctantly and set out to do the mission.

It had been a long time since he faced one of them and he didn't fancy remembering it. He could still vividly picture out the events that happened inside the cave. Sadness always gripped him when he remembered it and a little bit of fear lingered in his heart. He could still see the white hands, all dragging him down to the bottom. He had panicked then and had almost died. If it wasn't for the headmaster Albus Dumbledore, he would've not been here. That event had traumatized him and he promised himself that if he encountered an inferi would not do the same mistake again.

So there he was in Forks, Washington with an unused umbrella in his right hand and wand at his left. It rained there often but today the sun was shining weakly for the first time in weeks, according to the locals. Harry was glad about that part because he was going to scout the places where the people had reported seeing pale things. If he were to fight under the rain, and if that happened outdoors, there would be chance that he'd slip and be hit by a killing curse. But that was just another 'what if' situation. But seeing that he was dealing with inferis (possibly), he was almost sure that that would happen. No one dared to summon an inferi if they didn't want the Ministry knocking on their door. He supposed that it was done by a hardcore Voldemort fanatic or a Deatheater that had escaped them and if that was the case, a fight was most likely to happen.

The first place he scouted was a house nearby. It was owned by the Chief of Police, Charlie Swan. The house was empty when he got there. There didn't seem to be anything sinister going on inside the house but just to be sure, he started to mutter complex spells while going around the house in circles expecting something to happen. If this house had some sort of connection to the Dark Arts he would be able to detect it. When he finished, he did not find anything. If there were inferis showing up here, then he should be feeling something really strong. Inferis were, after all, connected to the darkest wizards of all time.

Just to be sure, he got inside and checked their belongings one by one. Nothing suspicious turned up other than the occasional "I LOVE EDWARD!" banners he saw. Finding nothing related to the Dark Arts, he found a place inside the house to Disapparate safely feeling a bit disturbed. He felt that he shouldn't have seen the banners but he shook it out of his mind and focused on the place he was about to Apparate to.

The next place he was going to visit would be a meadow in a forest. Hikers didn't come there often and when they did they always came back to town with a strange story about a pale figure darting out of vision. And when they checked where that pale thing was, they would find a body of a dead animal drained of blood. It sounded as though it was something a person related to Dark Arts would do.

Harry cautiously sneaked a peak outside to see if any Muggles were around to hear him or see him dissaparate. Seeing no one, he turned on the spot and was soon squeezed into a tube. Every part of his body was compressed and he felt like his lungs were being flattened. Just when he thought he couldn't breathe anymore, he had hit solid ground and was now feeling much better.

The first thing he saw was the blinding light from the sun. Then, shielding his eyes from the sun, he saw two figures lying on the ground. One was a teenage girl with brown curly hair. She was leaning on some sort of glittery thing. With a closer examination, Harry found out that the glittery thing was a man. He was lying on the ground with his eyes closed and the girl was tracing his skin with her fingers. The man had messy brown hair but when he opened his eyes, Harry saw that it was gold.

They didn't hear him Apparate apparently for they were still doing whatever they were doing. Harry was inching closer to take a much closer look on the sparkly thing. Unfortunately, he hadn't looked below and had stepped on a twig.

Crack! The two stopped abruptly and were looking around, trying to see where the sound came from. The girl shrugged and concluded that it was nothing but the boy shook his head and then, he stood up rapidly making the girl jump in surprise.

"No! Edward. It was nothing." Harry heard the girl say as she tugged forcefully on Edward's shirt.

"Shush Bella." Edward raised his hand which immediately silenced the girl as if she were duct taped.

"Uh oh." Harry muttered under his breath. That person called Edward was walking towards him as if he knew where he was and he highly suspected that. He readied his wand, bracing himself for an attack or a killing curse but nothing happened. He was now getting close and when he stepped into a shade, he had stopped sparkling. Edward was now pale as a dead person and he had an anxious expression. Harry gasped. What was this thing? Was it really inferi? Was it a human with a fondness of glitters?

"Who's there?" he yelled as he heard Harry gasping. Before Harry could say "gay", the once sparkly person was in front of him with his perfect white teeth bared at Harry. It didn't look scary at all.

A/N: YAY! Comments are highly appreciated.