RING!!! RING!!! RING!!!
The insistent ringing of the telephone by the bed finally woke Harry up, but the person beside him didn't move. Groaning, he reached for the ringing Muggle object he had never been particularly fond of.
"Aurors 13079 and 13080 are now on duty, with recommendation of Head Auror 1524," came the the curt, emotionless reply. "Logbook has been updated with necessary details on assignment. You will begin work immediately." And with that, they hung up.
Harry sighed. Another assignment, and so soon. It was because of the recent defeat of the Dark Lord, of course. Any Death Eater or Dark follower of His might try to raise the Dark Side again.
The Light side had finally prevailed, and order was being restored to the chaos Voldemort had made.
It was not easy, and so many people still lived in the fear years of constant abuse and persecution had created. People were afraid of admitting their good nature and acceptance of Muggle-borns. The Dark Lord was an expert at bringing fear into the hearts of His followers and enemies alike, and so few had not fallen victim to that fear.
Fortunately, the common belief was that without Lucius Malfoy, who had been murdered not long before Voldemort's defeat, as Voldemort's right hand man, the Dark side had little chance of regaining power.
Hopefully we actually get to do something. I hate waiting. That last assignment... I wonder what we're going to do now that the good guys won. I mean, what's left to do? Harry pondered.
Harry broke off his thoughts and settled on the current task before him--waking Draco Malfoy up.
Draco was an amazingly heavy sleeper. Harry could usually get him out of bed in under 15 minutes, but that was on good days, and he never got up without plenty of whining, moaning, and begging to be allowed to sleep "just a little bit longer!".
Harry stood up, turned around, and jumped back on the bed, bouncing as hard as he could. Draco groaned in his sleep as he was jostled. He leaned over and pulled the sheets Draco had cocooned around himself away.
Then Harry smiled, and leaned over Draco and kissed him on the lips. Draco stirred a little, but other than that, showed no reaction. Harry deepened the kiss, pushing him hard against the mattress. This time Draco moved; shifted slightly so his hands were free, and put his arms around Harry's neck to pull him closer. Harry broke the kiss when he decided Draco was half awake. Draco tried to pull Harry back, but Harry grinned and shook his head.
"The phone rang," he said. "We have another assignment."
Draco was still too sleepy to muster the energy to talk coherently, but the look in his eyes told Harry what he was thinking exceptionally well.
Shit. I'll be glad when everything dies down again and it's just the occasional evil being to kill. And we'll only get a case like every month or so, not every two days.
"I know," Harry replied, frowning slightly. "Me too. C'mon."
He grabbed Draco by the arm, who was stumbling and muttering unintelligibly under his breath, and pulled him into the kitchen of their apartment, where the screened windows all had lovely views of the polluted, Muggle San Francisco.
"Har-ry," Draco whined. "It's early ."
"Shh. I'm concentrating."
He leaned over the small green book laying on the table, reached for his wand, and recited a few choice words. The book glowed scarlet, and asked for authentication. Harry whispered an accessing password, and the book sprung open with a bang.
The words, "Auror 13079[Harold Potter]/On Duty," appeared in a flowing golden script, shimmered in the air, and disappeared.
Emerald script appeared on the previously blank pages and two short lines of writing sprang into view under the words, "Assignment Description"
Harry, with Draco reading over his shoulder, read the words.
And read them again.
And again.
Harry took a deep breath, closed his eyes and counted to ten, and read the words one more time. They still said the same thing.
Lucius Malfoy has been discovered alive.
Ronald Weasley has disappeared without a trace.
Finally, Harry mind came out of its trance and he was vaguely aware of Draco saying something, softly.
"Oh. My. God. Harry... "
The insistent ringing of the telephone by the bed finally woke Harry up, but the person beside him didn't move. Groaning, he reached for the ringing Muggle object he had never been particularly fond of.
"Aurors 13079 and 13080 are now on duty, with recommendation of Head Auror 1524," came the the curt, emotionless reply. "Logbook has been updated with necessary details on assignment. You will begin work immediately." And with that, they hung up.
Harry sighed. Another assignment, and so soon. It was because of the recent defeat of the Dark Lord, of course. Any Death Eater or Dark follower of His might try to raise the Dark Side again.
The Light side had finally prevailed, and order was being restored to the chaos Voldemort had made.
It was not easy, and so many people still lived in the fear years of constant abuse and persecution had created. People were afraid of admitting their good nature and acceptance of Muggle-borns. The Dark Lord was an expert at bringing fear into the hearts of His followers and enemies alike, and so few had not fallen victim to that fear.
Fortunately, the common belief was that without Lucius Malfoy, who had been murdered not long before Voldemort's defeat, as Voldemort's right hand man, the Dark side had little chance of regaining power.
Hopefully we actually get to do something. I hate waiting. That last assignment... I wonder what we're going to do now that the good guys won. I mean, what's left to do? Harry pondered.
Harry broke off his thoughts and settled on the current task before him--waking Draco Malfoy up.
Draco was an amazingly heavy sleeper. Harry could usually get him out of bed in under 15 minutes, but that was on good days, and he never got up without plenty of whining, moaning, and begging to be allowed to sleep "just a little bit longer!".
Harry stood up, turned around, and jumped back on the bed, bouncing as hard as he could. Draco groaned in his sleep as he was jostled. He leaned over and pulled the sheets Draco had cocooned around himself away.
Then Harry smiled, and leaned over Draco and kissed him on the lips. Draco stirred a little, but other than that, showed no reaction. Harry deepened the kiss, pushing him hard against the mattress. This time Draco moved; shifted slightly so his hands were free, and put his arms around Harry's neck to pull him closer. Harry broke the kiss when he decided Draco was half awake. Draco tried to pull Harry back, but Harry grinned and shook his head.
"The phone rang," he said. "We have another assignment."
Draco was still too sleepy to muster the energy to talk coherently, but the look in his eyes told Harry what he was thinking exceptionally well.
Shit. I'll be glad when everything dies down again and it's just the occasional evil being to kill. And we'll only get a case like every month or so, not every two days.
"I know," Harry replied, frowning slightly. "Me too. C'mon."
He grabbed Draco by the arm, who was stumbling and muttering unintelligibly under his breath, and pulled him into the kitchen of their apartment, where the screened windows all had lovely views of the polluted, Muggle San Francisco.
"Har-ry," Draco whined. "It's early ."
"Shh. I'm concentrating."
He leaned over the small green book laying on the table, reached for his wand, and recited a few choice words. The book glowed scarlet, and asked for authentication. Harry whispered an accessing password, and the book sprung open with a bang.
The words, "Auror 13079[Harold Potter]/On Duty," appeared in a flowing golden script, shimmered in the air, and disappeared.
Emerald script appeared on the previously blank pages and two short lines of writing sprang into view under the words, "Assignment Description"
Harry, with Draco reading over his shoulder, read the words.
And read them again.
And again.
Harry took a deep breath, closed his eyes and counted to ten, and read the words one more time. They still said the same thing.
Lucius Malfoy has been discovered alive.
Ronald Weasley has disappeared without a trace.
Finally, Harry mind came out of its trance and he was vaguely aware of Draco saying something, softly.
"Oh. My. God. Harry... "