I own some things but not Harry Potter or it's affiliated characters, I do own this story though! This is my first fanfic so cut me SOME slack, but still R&R, the rating is due to some sexual situations, as well as reference to rape, general violence, and some language. I hope to be uploading periodically, but no promises! I hope you enjoy! Tootles!
Just another day at the office
Harry Potter sat at his desk in the ministry. It was a normal day, a tiring one, but normal nonetheless. Being the head of the Auror department was difficult, he wasn't in danger nearly as often as when he had been a field agent, but even paperwork can wear a man out.
Harry placed the last case file from his in-box into the out-box, a tired half smile touching his lips. He leaned back in his high-backed leather desk chair and let his eyes roam around his spacious wood paneled office.
He had modeled it after the late Albus Dumbledore's office, spindly legged tables were spread throughout the office sporting whirring silver gadgets, gismos, and such that even Harry didn't fully understand. His Hardwood desk was now rather empty, sporting only his in and out boxes, a fancy quill set, and a practical armada of family photos. Harry reached across the desk and picked up his favorite, and the newest edition to his collection.
The picture was of Lily, his daughter stood in front of the statue of Liberty in America with a smug look on her face, she was pushing Albus into the water. Harry smiled and stroked lily's moving face as over and over again she pushed her older brother into the murky ocean.
Harry put the picture back in it's place with the others as a pile of files floated into his office and dropped themselves into his in tray. Harry sighed loudly, pushed his glasses that were sliding down his nose back into place and settled in for a long night.
Harry was awoken by a faint squeal from outside his office. Figuring his receptionist Gabby had just tripped on her way into the office he lay his head back on his desk and fell back asleep. A man walked into the room dragging a young woman with him. He dropped her in the center of the floor and drew his wand.
Harry lifted his head when the alarm he had set went off at 11' waking him to a shocking sight. His assistant was curled up on the floor, an expanding pool of blood underneath her. He stood quickly, knocking his chair to the ground and ran to her side. Gabby's stomach was slashed from hip to hip, her intestines lay on the floor next to her. Harry knelt and took her pulse, she was already cold. He fell back onto his heels, tears for his assistant of ten years already brimming in his eyes. That was when he saw it. Spelled out in the dead woman's organs were two words: They're next. Harry stood up, his sadness forgotten in the light of his discovery. He looked around for another message, something to tell him who was being targeted, and then he saw it. The photos of his family were gone.