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The dim pink lights of the brothel and gentle sweet perfume smell set the mood as Auror's Seamus Finnegan, Jayson Andrews and their friend Dean Thomas entered the room. It was two in the morning and they had been several drinks in by the time they decided it was time to get laid. The girls at the bar were fairly easy for these roguish young men. But the two of them had been on assignment in the middle of no where for weeks and as single men in their mid-twenties they just wanted to fuck her and forget about her.
They'd all been to the Muggle brothel before, separately. And after a few shots Thomas had fessed up about his previous visit there. Finnegan and Andrews were more than willing to follow their stumbling friend to the establishment.
It was a different experience than what they'd all had before. They walked into the reception area and paid the rate then were led through to the dim pink bar room. Two scantily clad women occupied the room and no one else.
The last time they'd all come here the place had five or so other johns waiting for a go and one girl at a time coming in to take them by the hand to one of the five attached rooms. There had been a bar man, brighter lighting and it had been a little uncomfortable.
Now though, at the bar counter that ran along the back a brunette in a white mask was sitting legs crossed, smiling demurely. The other girl was standing atop the table which had a stripper pole in the middle, she had dark red hair and a darker red singlet, also an eye mask obscuring her face tastefully. She was dancing to the music playing seemingly not noticing their presence.
The three men glanced at each other.
The woman on the bar slinked off and towards them. She put a hand on Thomas' chest and stroked it up and down. He stared at her slack jawed. She was attractive with full lips and an amazing body. She smiled at him then turned to face Finnegan and pulled him closer by the belt.
"Tell me what you like." She purred.
The girl on the table gracefully got down from her perch with use of a chair and made a show of swaying her hips as she walked around Andrews and ran her hands up his back and into his hair. His eyes rolled back in his head. She moved her head close to his neck so he could feel her hot breath as she pressed herself up against his back, then gave a gentle lick to his earlobe.
"Tell me how you like it." She said in an extremely sultry voice.
The brunette was now pressing her bum against Thomas' front and had her arms draped around Finnegan. "We don't want" He started.
The red head grabbed his chin and kissed him silent. She pulled back slightly and took his bottom lip between her teeth gently for a moment. "Tell us what you do want. Your fantasy." She whispered the last part.
She turned back to Andrews. She ran her hands down his front to his trousers, then got to her knees in front of him. "Do you like your girls meek?" She looked up at him with innocent doe eyes.
The brunette spanked Finnegan. "Do you like it rough?"
The red head turned on her knees, crouched then raised her bum up Andrews leg to where his trousers now tented, then brought her torso up and leaned her back against him and ground her bum into his erection. "Do you like to be teased?"
The brunette threw Finnegan into a chair and straddled him. "Do you like when she's on top?" He groaned as she dry humped him.
The red head pulled Thomas to the wall and wrapped one of her legs around him as he pressed her up against the wall. "Do you like it vertical?"
"How do you like it?" He growled in want.
"The same way I like my martini's" She purred and kissed his neck. "Dirty." She whispered.
"Yes" he hissed and ground into her.
"Let me show you to your room" She smirked and licked his jaw line. She took his hand and led him to one of the doors. Upon opening it he saw there was already another woman in there. She was blond and fit with a lacy black bra and matching panties. "This is Vixen" The red head purred in his ear. She moved to stand behind him and undid his belt. "You'll like her." She whipped his belt off. "I know I do."
Thomas stepped forward and had the blond turned around and bent over by the time the red head had closed the door.
The brunette had deposited Finnegan in a room to be punished and Andrews was still standing there slack jawed. The red head and brunette made their way to him and one bit her lip while the other smiled sweetly. "Do you like to watch?" The red head asked him as she stroked the brunette's arm, then cupped her breast before slinking both hands down her side and playing with her panties, all the while locking eyes with Andrews.
He swallowed with difficulty. "Meek" he said.
The brunette stepped back from the red head and looked at him shyly, taking his hand and leading him through another door.
Once it was just the two girls the red head popped up from her crouched position and went out through the service door behind the bar. She stalked down a corridor and stopped into a change room to pull on jeans and a t-shirt then her jacket. She made her way to an office with two men in it. One was dressed in a snazzy suit; the other was dressed in all black observing the security monitors.
There were two cameras in the bar, and one in each of the bedrooms. "How was the show?" the red head asked.
"Mazing!" the security man said. "The dark one came so fast! Irish guy didn't take too long either."
The suited man gave her a once over, appreciating her curves and licking his lips. "Fluffers is a good call. Definitely will up our game." He handed her an envelope. "Sure you just want to consult? We could use you full time."
"Not a chance. Unlike the Irish man, I don't like to be tied down."
They laughed. She shook their hands and left.
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It was a crisp morning as a petite athletic woman in her early forties was out for a jog in Hyde park. She'd been pacing herself as she did her third loop of the pond area. Most of the parks occupants were out getting exercise like her, others were vagrants that call the park home. She was observing one such a person when she accidentally found herself tangled up in a dog leash.
She let out a surprised yelp as she tumbled to the ground with the dog's owner. Fumbling, they detangled themselves. "So sorry!" The owner said.
She was around the same age as the runner with dark hair and a heart-shaped face.
"No! I wasn't paying attention. I was looking…" the runner stopped talking and gestured to the tramp.
"Ah!" The dog owner nodded. The dog nuzzled the runner's hand.
"He looks to have survived unscathed." The runner ruffled the hair on top of the dog's head.
"She. Lola. Yes, she seems fine." The owner checked her dog over once more. It was unharmed and happily sniffing at the runner.
The runner woman gave it a scratch behind its ear. "Beautiful thing. Australian Sheppard?" She turned to the owner.
"Yes! You're familiar?" She was surprised. Though it wasn't an uncommon breed, she clearly didn't come across a lot of people who had guessed it right off.
"Don't know many breeds. Not really a dog person myself, but I do know that one. Wonderful temperaments they have, no?" The dog started playfully nipping at the runner's hand.
"Yes, we're quite pleased with her. When our young one demanded, we caved." The owner shrugged and rolled her eyes that were glistening with humor.
The runner laughed. "Just the one then?"
"Dog, or child? Because truth be told my husband can be a bit of both."
They both beamed at each other. "I'm familiar with that! Twelve years now I've been married and still can't train the bastard to either pick up his socks or leave the toilet seat down."
"I completely sympathize." The dog owner put on a mock serious expression.
"Well it was a pleasure running into you Lola." The runner said to the dog. "And I'll do my best not to get tangled up in any more leads today."
"Best of luck!"
Once the runner was well out of sight, she untucked the card she'd pick-pocketed from the waist line of her track pants and tucked it into her bra for safer keeping.
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The quaint little diner was only occupied by two other couples as Greyson Scrimgeour sat down with his wife for breakfast before they went their separate ways for the work day. She held a position at Gringotts and he was Head Auror. This little breakfast nook was where they routinely enjoyed their first meal of the day a few times a week.
"Can I start the two of you with a beverage?" The young waitress asked as they had seated themselves.
"Tea please, and a water." Mrs. Scrimgeour requested.
"Same for me." Mr. Scrimgeour conceded.
The waitress smiled and nodded, pulling the menu's out from under the napkin dispenser and handing them to the two diners. "I will be back in a moment, and here are your menu's. Can I hang your cloaks for you?" She held out her arm as they nodded and handed them over to her.
The meals had been enjoyable and the husband and wife had sat together in companionable silence, smiling at each other every so often. After fifteen years of marriage this time together was cherished. They had two rather loud children that were home from Hogwarts and old enough to look after themselves through the days in the summer, but quiet time for just the two of them was sacrosanct.
He paid for the meal, thanked the waitress and kissed his wife farewell before heading to the office.
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Kids were everywhere in the Weasley Wizard Wheeze's shop. It was three weeks before school started and business was booming. Literally. The neighboring shops had called the DMLE on them again because the silencing spells around the building seemed to have worn out.
Auror's were sent to investigate. Dark wizard catchers is what they were supposed to be, but they were sent on menial jobs like this all the time too. Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley were the one's sent on this particular call due to the close nature of their relationship with the shop owners.
"Fred." Ron yelled at the frantic orange suited twin.
"Not Fred, and I don't have time for you right now." George hollered back as he levitated a replenishing stock to the shelves on the third floor, meanwhile also attempting to ring through a teenage girls purchases of love potion and a Fanged Frisbee.
"George" Harry called. "We've gotten complaints."
George looked over at the pair of them. He hadn't taken the time to notice that they were kitted out in their Auror robes. "What now? Get another love potion in your pumpkin juice?" He asked Harry and Harry blushed. That had been embarrassing. It wouldn't have been so bad had it not been a man that gave it to him.
"No. Noise complaint. Your silencing spells wore out." Ron told him.
George frowned. That shouldn't have happened. They'd re-done the spells every year at the same time. 'Maybe we have to do them twice a year?' George thought to himself.
"What's the hold up?" Fred popped up. "Lines building, there's mischief that needs managing and you two are slowing the process."
The kids were all getting steadily rowdier and a mother got shoved into the back of Harry and Ron as she fell to the ground. "Blasted children." She grumbled. "Three more weeks." She whispered under her breath. The Auror's couldn't help giving each other amused looks before helping her to her feet. "Thank you." She said to the two of them as another teen went running past her. "Alright. That's it!" She stomped her foot. "Aaron, I will be at the Apothecary. I expect to see you there in ten minutes." She hollered and stormed off.
"Silencing spells." Harry turned back to the twins. "Re-do them."
Fred gave George a confused look as Harry and Ron turned and made their way out of the chaos.
"Divide and conquer the neighboring shops?" Ron asked Harry indicating to the originators of the complaints against the Weasley Wizard Wheeze's.
"You want to get done faster so we can kip off for lunch, don't you?" Harry shook his head. After nearly fifteen years of friendship it wasn't hard to read his partner.
"Hell yeah! We've got that meeting at two. I plan to stuff my face and then sleep through it." Ron stated plainly.
Harry laughed and nodded as they went opposite ways to ensure the business owners on either side of WWW knew they wouldn't have the same disruptions tomorrow. As Harry approached the shop door a Fizzing Whiz Bang went off in his pocket. Sparks shot upwards and grazed his cheek. He hurriedly shrugged off the jacket and clutched his cheek grumbling as he waited for the infernal thing to finish going off.
Once he'd healed the burn on his cheek and the hole in his jacket, he grumbled to himself and forced a professional expression onto his face before he spoke to the unhappy shop owner and met back up on the street with Ron, who looked how he felt.
"Fizzing Whiz Bang?" Ron growled. Harry just nodded in response and glared at WWW. They both shook their heads in displeasure at the building and continued down the alley to have lunch at the Leaky Cauldron.
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An average looking woman in an average looking brown suit strolled with confidence and a stern face through the atrium of the Ministry of Magic. She nodded to the guard and flashed her ID card, and made her way to the lift.
When the doors opened, there were already a few occupants. She nodded in greeting at one of them and smiled tightly. Once she'd entered, she turned and faced the lift doors.
One of the other occupants was already in a conversation with another. "By the way, mind telling mum that Audrey and I will be late for lunch on Sunday? We have an appointment with a Healer." Percy Weasley told his father puffing out his chest slightly. They had just returned from lunch obviously.
"Really?!" Arthur Weasley stage whispered. "Percy that's wonderful."
Percy swelled with pride. "I didn't say anything." He beamed.
"And nor will I. I promise." The older Weasley made a lip locking gesture.
The woman got off at her floor and took a cursory look around before she headed to the change rooms that connected to the gymnasium the Auror's used for their work-out's. They were required to maintain a certain level of physical fitness, and had access to this area 24 hours a day, every day. She entered through the door on the right. There were no key's needed, or spells to be cast to allow her in.
The woman's change room was empty of people, though it was obvious that there were some female occupants in the work-out area and there were some personal effects on and underneath the benches. The woman went locker to locker checking to see if any were unlocked.
Fifteen of them were empty, eight of them were locked and three were unlocked and occupied of possessions. The woman checked through all of the belongings, then took and replaced the wands she found with transfigured items. She pocketed the wands, took a few hairs from one of the Auror's hair brushes, checking first to make sure each hair was identical color and length with the each other. Then she left the change room and went back to the main part of the Ministry.
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All Auror's that were not on an assignment had assembled in the conference room. Head Auror Greyson Scrimgeour stood at the front looking over the lot of them. The sorry lot of them as far as he was concerned. Their world had been rid of known Death Eaters for two years now and it was as though all Auror's had turned into glorified security guards.
That was why he requested the Chameleon. The Chameleon was known to get things done. The Chameleon could find weaknesses and expose them. He needed the Chameleon to get these idiots in shape.
He had known the Chameleon by reputation only, and it had taken a lot to convince the person to come to London. Five months of back and forth and finally he'd gotten the person to agree to a two-week session in 'that miserable country' and now, the Chameleon was here.
The previous year Scrimgeour attended an international summit on security. It seemed like every other country's minister was raving about the success they'd had with the Chameleon. Every other English-speaking country anyways. Apparently, the Chameleon had ways of getting the job done that were coveted by the other Head Auror's, and had helped train their current Auror's in techniques and survival skills that hadn't been covered in basic training. The other leaders had been impressed, and eager to get this person back.
Whether the Chameleon was in the room now he didn't know. He had no idea what the Chameleon's name was or what he or she looked like, just that they would be there at 1400 hours to expose and embarrass them all.
"Alright, settle down." He yelled at them. "Means you too Finnegan." He eyed him directly. "I've called you all to discuss a serious matter. Pay attention." He waited a moment to ensure that everyone was eyes forward and silent. "Now. You've all been slipping. Our world may be rid of Dark Lords for the moment, but that doesn't mean that we can get as sloppy as the lot of you have been."
Some of the Auror's looked slightly sheepish, some looked confused, others looked defiant.
The Head Auror continued. "I've called in an expert to put you all through the paces. How many of you have heard of the Chameleon?" He felt quite a bit of pride in himself, knowing that some of the stories of the Chameleon had been gossiped about amongst his Auror's. He himself had made sure of that. He needed his team to take this seriously, and wanted to understand how lucky they were to be getting this person to re-up their training.
"I heard he took down the Australian/Thai prostitution ring." One person near the back commented.
"I heard she infiltrated the last Death Eater encampment for us, and that's how we got in there for the take down." Another one said.
"I heard.."
"Enough." Scrimgeour stopped them. "The Chameleon has a lot of notable achievements under their belt, and you lot are going to be tested." He accentuated his point.
"They already have been." A female voice called out from the second row. She was seated between Ron Weasley and Megan Poppington.
"Auror Davis?" Scrimgeour asked.
"I'm back here." Auror Davis called out a little unsteadily from the back row.
"As I was saying." The fake Susan Davis said from the second row as she stood. "They've already been tested. And failed."
"Hey!" the real Susan Davis called out realizing someone was using her likeness.
The fake Susan Davis made her way to the podium beside the Head Auror. She faced the room. "Did no one notice there were two Susan Davis' in this room?"
"There are over fifty people in the room. We would have." Auror Weasley defended.
"And how long do you think it'll be before you find it suspicious that a silencing spell that should have lasted over a year, lasted only eight months at the Weasley Wizard Wheeze's?" This person asked Auror Weasley with narrowed eyes.
"Eight months?" Auror Potter asked confused. Her gaze lingered on him a moment.
"That's right. But you didn't know that, because you didn't ask. Even though both of the owners seemed so surprised when you told them." She waited a moment to let that sink in.
"How did you" Auror Weasley started.
"You were there?" Auror Potter asked at the same time.
"Yes." The person stated. "And not going back after the explosive devices went off in your pockets in favor of lunch proves just how lazy you lot have gotten."
"Not all of us have gotten lazy!" Auror Lupin argued. She was sitting three rows back on the other side of the room from Weasley and Potter.
"Really?" The fake Auror Davis narrowed her eyes. "And where is your ID card Tonks? Did it go missing after your dog walk this morning?" Auror Lupin's jaw went slack and her hair turned from blue to mousy brown in the shock.
"See! This is what I'm talking about." Greyson started in on them, he was still at the podium.
"Actually, you best be taking a seat too, as I served you breakfast this morning and I nicked this." She tossed him his Muggle pen.
"You? You were the waitress?" He said dumbfounded as he robotically went to take a seat in the front row.
A few of the Auror's sniggered. "No one should be laughing right now. This is disgraceful. Especially Finnegan and Andrews. You two better wipe those smiles off your faces right now before I tell everyone what you were up to in the early hours of the morning."
Their eyes went wide. "You. You overheard us at the pub?" Andrews asked.
She smiled demurely at them in her borrowed face. "No darlings. But I did manage to plant the idea in your friends head for what you did after the pub. See I knew a few Auror's had been there before and through the subtle art of suggestion I figured your drunken brains would lead you back there."
"So… you saw us go in?" Finnegan asked hopefully.
"Well I did see each of you walk in the bar room if that's what you mean." She locked eyes with Finnegan. "In fact, you know how I like my martini."
He was so shocked he actually fell out of his chair. Finnegan stood up in outrage. "You used Polyjuice to impersonate a Muggle prostitute?!" The room was completely silent. Full of shocked faces staring at her.
"No." She said slowly with confidence. "That was my body. And at the time I was acting as a fluffer consultant, not a prostitute. Got paid well for it too." She smirked. She addressed the room again. "I used Polyjuice for all but two of my interactions today. I've mentioned all of them. Consult with each other. See if you can figure out my name by the time this Polyjuice wears off. You have five minutes."
Finnegan turned to Andrews. "Which one was she?" he asked him.
"I heard her say that bit about the martini to Dean. She was the red head." Andrews confirmed.
"She could have used a glamour on the hair. Describe her frame." Lupin told him.
"Fucking hot." Andrews said and Lupin threw something at him as the fake Davis stood checking the clock in the room.
"Tick Tock."
"Five foot four-ish. Freckles. Smooth skin. Solid C cup. Athletic." Andrews listed off.
"Freckles could be faked. I had a run in with someone like that, but she was brown haired and about forty."
"No, she was definitely about the same age as me." Finnegan confirmed.
"My waitress was early twenties, ginger, light freckles. Very pretty and athletic build." The Head Auror commented.
"Four minutes"
"How are we supposed to get your name if we can't ask you any questions?" Someone in the back called out.
"Who said you can't ask me any questions? You have a person of interest. Interrogate, you morons." The Chameleon berated them. She was not happy with the group already.
"Did you go to Hogwarts?" One Auror asked.
"Yes."
"When did you graduate?" Another asked
"A while ago." She answered evasively.
"There is no way that the Chameleon is a twenty something year-old girl!" A male voice said from somewhere around the middle of the room.
"Hey. She called you Tonks, Lupin. Maybe you know her!" Someone else said.
"Obviously a Slytherin." Auror Weasley huffed.
"Two minutes." She called out.
"Hey! It should be three." Andrews told her.
She shrugged. "I lied. People do that some times. Might even be less. I'm starting to feel tingly."
"Alright. Potentially Slytherin, about twenty-five. Ginger. Any guesses?" Scrimgeour asked.
Finnegan, Weasley and Potter looked at each other.
"The only ginger in our year was Susan Bones." Potter said.
"That was definitely not Susan Bones last night." Finnegan confirmed. "Besides, she was a Hufflepuff. Can you see the Chameleon being a Hufflepuff?"
"Shall I turn my back on you all and do a grand reveal?" She teased with a deadpanned tone.
"Year ahead of us?" Potter asked.
"Don't remember any." Weasley answered.
"Year below?"
"Just my sister." Weasley said.
"Well, she's a ginger." Finnegan pointed out. "And a Slytherin."
"You really thing that selfish evil bitch has been traipsing all over the world putting an end to dark wizards under a code name?" He asked Finnegan incredulously.
"Well, where has she been for the last seven years then?" He snapped back.
"Fuck it! Ginny Weasley." Lupin called out just as the Polyjuice potion wore off.
Ginevra Weasley stood in front of the stunned mass of Auror's with an amused expression that didn't quite meet her eyes. "Congratulations. As a reward, here is your ID card back." She tossed it back. She removed the cloak she'd been wearing to reveal her form fitting jeans and a long-sleeved shirt.
"How did you get my hair?" Susan Davis yelled.
"Same way I got your wand. That in you pocket is useless. Unless you have a purpose for a transfigured spork. You really should lock your belongings up when you hit the gym." She admonished her.
"We're at the Ministry!"
"So am I. And as my brother just pointed out, I am an evil bitch. I got in here with out breaking a sweat. You lot have turned into the laziest bunch of law enforcement I've ever met. And I worked in South Africa two years ago. Talk about easily corruptible." She turned to Finnegan and Andrews. "Do you two not realize that Muggle brothels have surveillance cameras? Perfect blackmail material that is." She narrowed in on Finnegan. "I doubt you even though about that after your two minutes last night, did you Finnegan?"
"You watched?!" He yelled, scandalized.
"I told you I'm dirty." She winked.
At that point she came around the podium with the cloak over her arm. "Now. I have been asked to stay for two weeks, as you know, to re-teach you Alastor Moody's tag line and hope it sticks. If you have any questions for me ask them now while I pass back all the shit I stole from you in the last 24 hours."
"Where did you go after Hogwarts?" She heard a male voice call out.
"New Zealand. I was recruited to their Auror program after one of their own saw me during a bar fight." She answered.
"You were helping break it up?" The same voice asked, confused.
"No, I was winning it. Too bad I was sloshed at the time and the Auror managed to disarm me on the beach afterwards."
"So, you're good at muggle fighting?" Auror Lupin asked.
"I was good then. I am highly skilled now. Muggle and magical." She answered honestly.
"How'd you get started. They didn't teach that at Hogwarts." Auror Lupin continued as Ginny Weasley passed her table and handed another female Auror her wand back.
She clenched her jaw and gave a momentary sneer at the question. "When I, as a blood traitor, got sorted into Slytherin I had to learn hexes and curses really fast in order not to wind up in the hospital wing every week."
"The other Slytherin's attacked you?" Andrews asked tentatively.
"Of course they did." She said, almost dismissively. "And by the time Mouldy Voldy re-appeared after the Tri-Wizard Tournament, I had started to become, as Auror Andrews put it, fucking hot, I had to learn evasive maneuvers as well."
"The Professors didn't protect you?" Auror Potter asked, he actually sounded slightly concerned.
Ginny let out a single laugh as she returned to the front. "They didn't give a shit about me." She shook her head. "You know I had rather expected more questions about what I've accomplished as an Auror. Not how I managed to leave Hogwarts with my virtue still intact."
She saw a few heads turn to look at Ron. He'd been the source of several awful rumors about her. She knew. "Now then. If that's all. I will go over answers to the questions that you should have been asking. I'll be taking you lot in teams of twenty or so for an hour a day. I'll be going over tactics, scenarios and past cases, mistakes and how they were handled. Most of what I will cover may never have been taught to you. I will be testing you on your abilities as Aurors. Not just during the training sessions either. Many of you may wind up in St. Mungo's if you don't start to practice what was taught to you in basic training though." She picked up a marker from the podium and threw it at Finnegan who was still looking at Ron. "CONSTANT VIGILANCE"
A few people sniggered. "Before I dismiss you, I'll also let you know as I went around the room, I cast a compulsion charm on everyone. You are now unable to disclose any information that could give away my identity as the Chameleon." She rolled her eyes at the call sign.
"How did you do that?" Scrimgeour asked her incredulously.
She looked him in the eye. "Magic." She deadpanned. "You're all going to receive an owl later about which group you are in for the sessions. Anyone who winds up seeking medical treatment from something I did over the next two weeks will automatically be excused from the sessions. It will be up to the Head Auror then if you should go through your Auror training again. If you'll all excuse me, I have to go to a brothel to retrieve some surveillance footage."
"Couldn't you have done that last night?" Andrews asked worried.
"I'm fucking busy, and you were still busy fucking when I left." She said dismissively. "Your office?" She asked Greyson.
He blinked at her as she turned and walked out of the room. "Right" He composed himself quickly. "You heard her. Get back to work. You'll all receive word about your assigned teams for the training sessions later.
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Ginny stopped at their staff kitchen and waved her wand over the coffee pot. It was free of any poisons and smelled delicious. She'd been up for hours, and though she'd trained her body to function for at least 36 hours before completely crashing, she didn't enjoy it. Caffeine was necessary.
She poured herself a cup, then slipped some powder in the rest of the nearly full pot. Swiftly she made her way to the Head Auror's office and reclined on the love seat facing to, but farthest away from, the door. She rested an arm over her eyes and tilted her head back on the cushion.
"You are twenty-four?" She hummed in response and sipped her coffee. "And the youngest Weasley. What is it your parents think you are doing?"
"What does that matter?" She peered at him under her arm. He was a distinguished looking chap, currently he seemed a little out of his element in what to do with her. She was used to that though. Every new place she'd been sent to, each of her knew Head's would look at her and wonder what they hell they'd signed up for.
"It doesn't." He faltered. "Just curious. If my daughter was running around infiltrating gangs and the like I would want to know."
"I'll be sure not to call you 'Daddy' then." She saw his jaw clench. She smiled slightly with amusement and exhaustion then dropped her arm back down. "What if it was your son?"
"How do you know I have a son?" She just looked at him with tired eyes. "Right. Let's just organize times and teams. Also, I like the re-training idea, but hospitalization?"
She shrugged. "They won't be permanently damaged, and it is only if they have to go to St. Mungo's. If they can bounce back on their own, they get a pass." There was a big commotion outside and he hurried out, she groaned standing up and sauntered after him, leaning against the door jamb to observe.
"Peters, Stevens, and DeRabbie have all collapsed. They appear to have been poisoned." One of the newer Auror's informed Scrimgeour.
He turned around to Ginny. "You already started?"
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Real crack-up team you have here." She took a sip of her coffee. He was looking as though he didn't know whether to get mad at her or not. This was part of the reason he'd called her in. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "The poison is non-lethal. Shall we continue?" And she went back into the office.
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After Scrimgeour dismissed them Harry grabbed Ron by the upper arm and dragged him out of the room. Seamus and Jayson were right behind them. Harry led them into a small conference room and placed several silencing spells and a detection charm for any listening spells.
"Bloody hell mate! The Chameleon is… your… that's who… bloody compulsion charm. I can't say anything." Seamus fumed.
Ron was sitting there in shock. Harry sat down and was in very much the same state. "Have we really slacked off that much?" Jayson asked. "I mean, I noticed the change at the brothel. It was a fucking dream come true, especially from how it was before!" He snorted a bit. "Two minutes?" He teased Seamus. "And you didn't have Red and the brunette alone together. Holy fuck. I almost came in my pants!" Andrews exclaimed.
"Hey! I don't want to hear that!" Ron yelled.
They ignored him. "How come you took so long then?" Seamus asked him.
Jayson blushed. "Paid for another go" he mumbled.
Harry was very uncomfortable with this talk. Truth be told he'd had a little crush on Ginny since his fifth year through to when she vanished, but there was a definite line drawn with Ron in regards to her. As soon as she was sorted into Slytherin the Weasley boys had turned on her. The few times he saw her during her first few years of school she had been alone and stone-faced.
Apparently her first few months there she'd essentially told her whole family to fuck off and leave her alone. She only saw them during the summers, and had kept to herself the whole time. She'd only really come down for meals and to do her assigned chores.
His crush had started when he came across her in the pond at the Burrow. One could say he was a bit of a peeping Tom that day. He'd bolted behind a tree when he realized she was floating in the water in her bra and knickers. She'd developed, and he'd wanked to that image for months. Her pert nipples and creamy skin, completely relaxed. She was beautiful then, and she was beautiful now. Her cold demeanor hadn't put him off her, even after all these years.
Ron and the twins had told all sorts of awful stories about her while they were at school, everything that 'should have been an indication'. Though the more Harry thought about it, the twins had done way worse and people had laughed. She wasn't alone with having falsities passing around about her though, Harry, Ron and Hermione had been black listed and become 'Undesirables' during the war, and they were the good guys. But her name had never been linked as someone 'good' in this country since she was ten.
Ginny's implications back in the conference room had been that she'd been martyred the entire duration of her schooling, and she'd only just managed to escape school with her maidenhood.
Harry felt terrible. She'd been shunned, bullied, abused and alone. He'd done nothing to stop it. She was him when he was at the Dursley's. Except he came out the other end of it with a new family that loved him like a son. Her family. The one that had cut ties with her.
Then a horrible though came to him. "Malfoy and Zabini" he said aloud.
Ron looked up at him confused. "They're out on assignment."
"Yes, but what if they come back before she's done with training us?" He asked worried
"Mate, she handled them at school, I'm sure she can handle them now." Seamus said.
Harry nodded. She'd definitely been quite capable. Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini had both been excused in their trials and went through Auror training with the rest of them. Zabini hadn't ever taken the Dark Mark like Malfoy had. The two of them had actually done some serious damage to the Death Eater numbers that night at the Battle of Hogwarts. Over the years they'd actually become quite the laugh to go out to the pub with. Hell, he'd even had a competition with the two of them on more than one occasion when it came to picking up a witch to go home with. Now he had to wonder if they'd ever been the one's Ginny had had to fend off.
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Ron was numb. His sister was one of the top Auror's in the world. If the stories were to be believed then her arrest rate was higher than his and Harry's combined, and it spanned several countries. Word had been that the Chameleon only stayed in one country for a year before moving on and helped infiltrate large criminal operations where ever she went.
The Weasley family hadn't ever looked into where Ginny had gone. The day of her graduation they hadn't even been there, and she'd vanished straight after. His chest was constricting at the thought. Three days after she'd left they got an international Owl from her. All it said was 'Thanks for paying my tuition these past seven years. GW'.
The only other time they knew she was even still alive was because they'd all received wedding presents from her. No notes, just a standard 'Congratulations' card signed G.W. None of them knew how she was keeping track of them, and still they didn't try to contact her. They were all too stubborn.
He couldn't even tell if his mum and dad were heart broken over that relationship any more. The first year of her schooling she'd been right nasty with them. Then the first summer she was home from school she kept breaking things, or setting things aflame. One summer she'd even attacked Ron when he came into the kitchen with out provocation. That one might have been the last straw for them.
Hermione had asked him about her every time she looked at the piece of art they'd received for their wedding. It was a beautifully framed giant maple leaf with a couple holding hands etched into it. She'd hung it in their sitting room. Still Ron didn't look into her.
It had never occurred to him how tortured she might have been. Slytherin = Bad. That was that. So, to a twelve-year-old Ron every prank, every tattle tale and every temper tantrum had been vicious and cruel. The stories that he and the twins had spread about her were exaggerated with each re-telling. Then she hit puberty and he saw the boys grabbing for her, or leering. Rumors reached him about what she was willing to do for a Galleon, and he believed it. His mum and dad believed it.
That whole time she'd been fighting tooth and nail, making her what she was today.
He couldn't help it. He put his face in his hands in shame.
AN- Hope this was intriguing enough for you. Had a time trying to figure out which category this would fall under for the 'genre'.
Ginny's altered history from the books will be explained in later chapters. The chapters will alternate between her past and present.