A/N - This story will be moved later on to the Crossover Section. I have taken liberties with the Harry Potter timeline but it is necessary for the plot so please bear with it. My sincere apologies for screwing the Harry Potter Timeline!

I hope this short story will turn out to be an enjoyable read and I will be able to give justice to the characters created by J. K. Rowling (A crazy fan of that wonderful lady!) Feel free to point out mistakes, if any.

Disclaimer:I neither own Harry Potter nor CID. They belong to J. K. Rowling and B. P. Singh respectively. Certain names used in this story are fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1

A woman had been found dead under mysterious circumstances near the outskirts of Mumbai. The dead woman's name was Neelam Iyer. Her maid had discovered her body lying in their garden when she had arrived one fine Monday morning, for her usual work. The terrified maid had informed CID of the crime immediately.

Dr Salunkhe and his assistant Dr Tarika had performed their routine check with shocking results: The deceased Neelam Iyer had neither been shot nor strangled nor poisoned. She appeared to be in perfect health apart from the fact that she was dead. The only odd thing was that there was a look of pure terror on her face. The CID team had suspected foul play by the old maid but they hadn't found any evidence against her and they had let her go, warning her not to leave the Country.

Two Days later, CID Bureau -

'Are you aware that this is the first time we haven't managed to find out a single clue? We haven't got the slightest idea as to who the murderer is or how has the woman died!' said ACP Pradyuman impatiently.

'Yes sir, we are working on it but it's the most intriguing case which I have come across. All we know about her till date is that the woman worked as a small time Journalist. She had no rivals at workplace nor did she have many friends. She led a quiet and a simple life and I see no reason why anybody would want to kill her.' said Abhijeet.

'What other information have you gathered about her?' asked ACP Pradyuman.

'Sir she was fond of Cats! Her house was filled with them' said Pankaj enthusiastically.

ACP Pradyuman shot him a fiery glare and he fell silent.

'Sir we got a few photographs of this particular necklace in her house but nothing more.' said Purvi showing him the picture.

'What does the necklace have to do with this murder?' ACP Pradyuman snapped.

'We haven't got anything else sir' said Purvi meekly.

'Go back to the crime scene and look for clues. DCP Chitrole is pestering me with phone calls since morning. He says CID has lost its ability to crack cases. He was talking about replacing a few officers with new ones. What am I supposed to tell him? I am leaving tonight! I have to attend a my friend's daughter's wedding' said ACP Pradyuman.

'What? DCP sir wants to split the CID team? No way we are not going to let that happen!' said Daya angrily.

'Sir I assure you that the case will be solved till you get back. Don't worry. Have a safe journey. We will manage everything here and of course we will keep you informed' Abhijeet assured ACP Pradyuman.

'Okay. If that's what you say' said ACP Pradyuman sighing.

O-o-o-o

The bungalow of Neelam Iyer was located near a forest. The CID team was back at the crime scene to find further evidences and they decided to check the forest area for finding possible clues.

'Spread out and look around. Search every nook and corner carefully. I am sure we must have missed some important clue' said Abhijeet.

Shreya and Pankaj took the right path, while Daya and Purvi turned to the left. Abhijeet sauntered ahead, looking around.

A few feet away, a short stubby man was walking with brisk footsteps into the depths of the forest oblivious to the presence of the CID team. His name was Jeremy Mason. He was a wizard and had come to India to visit his Muggle relatives.

'Portkeys... Portkeys' he muttered looking around him.

To a non - magic person (Commonly known as a Muggle), the word "Portkey" would have meant nothing. But to this short stubby man, it meant quite a lot. Portkeys were objects which Muggles wouldn't throw a second glance at. They were unobtrusive, ignored objects which Muggles considered as "Trash" or "Litter". But for a witch or a wizard, a Portkey was a popular mode of transport from one place to another at a prearranged time.

'Ah! I found one' Jeremy exclaimed, his eyes gleaming. A muddy old shoe had got him suddenly excited.

He hurried towards it and bent to pick it up. He paused as he heard rustling of the leaves. Someone was lurking nearby. He scanned the environment and suddenly a man with a heavy built and height almost six feet tall came out of the clearing.

The man was looking suspiciously at him and the muddy shoe lying next to him. Then he spoke something into a mouthpiece attached to his ear.

Jeremy panicked when he heard sound of footsteps. He had to make a decision. He didn't know who that tall man was and by the look of him, he gave Jeremy, a sense of foreboding. Moreover, if he let go of this Portkey now, he would have to wait to find another one. Hastily he picked up the muddy shoe.

'Drop that shoe! Don't you dare run away with it! Stay where you are. I am armed!' the tall man yelled and drew out a strange black device. Thanks to his Muggle relatives, Jeremy was familiar with the Muggle arms and ammunition. The device in the man's hand was called a gun which was used to kill people and the man had pointed it at Jeremy's chest.

Jeremy's eyes widened in fear as few more people gathered around. They too like him had guns in their hands, which they were pointing at him. They were closing in on him. Jeremy stood like a statue watching them for an entire minute before he realised he had to get away from them as fast as possible. He checked his watch and gasped. He had twenty seconds left!

'Go away!' Jeremy said clutching the shoe tightly.

'Sir something is happening! Look at the shoe, it is glowing!' said Pankaj suddenly.

'Seize him!' Abhijeet ordered and the CID team ran forward.

'Damn it! Come on!' Jeremy muttered looking at the Portkey. The Muggles were merely an arm's length away.

'Three... Two... One... Come on fast!' Jeremy was yelling when to his horror the three men grabbed the shoe.

'Sir something is happening!' yelled Pankaj.

'No! Let go!' Jeremy screamed attempting to pull the shoe from their grasp.

'Shreya, Purvi pull!' Daya roared over the din.

Now even Shreya and Purvi were trying to pull the shoe out of the man's grasp when it happened.

Everyone felt a jerk just behind the navel. Terrified shrieks rent the air as they were mounted a few feet up from the ground and then suddenly they all were speeding forwards, their heads and shoulders banging into one another. Everything around them was a blur of colour. They were kicking and screaming but the noise outside drowned it all. Pankaj tried to let go of the shoe but he just couldn't. It felt as if his hand was stuck to the shoe. Finally a after what seemed like half an hour later, Daya felt his body slam on the ground. Groaning, he jumped to his feet.

Abhijeet, Purvi, Shreya and Pankaj were still sprawled on the floor.

'Are you okay?' he asked, looking worriedly at them.

Complaining of back and muscle pain, they all stood up assuring him that they were okay.

'Sir where are we?' enquired Purvi.

Daya looked around. They were in a dark and narrow alleyway which was completely foreign to him.

'I don't know' he shrugged.

'Hey! That man! He is escaping!' Abhijeet yelled suddenly pointing to his left.

They saw the man limping away. He whirled around and saw Abhijeet pointing at him. He let out a terrified squeak and Daya saw him turn his foot slightly. The man vanished before their own eyes and Daya caught a few words which he uttered before disappearing, 'RUDDY MUGGL -'

Arthur Weasley was a tall and thin man with flaming red hair. Carrying shopping bags under his arm, he was making his way towards his car - A blue Ford Anglia. He was in a hurry. He turned around a corner and entered a narrow alley and saw a group of people ahead chattering loudly. They appeared lost. As Mr Weasley came nearer to the group, he stopped walking, looking shocked. He knew one of the men from the group. He was a Muggle! 'What the hell were Muggles doing there?' he wondered.

'Where are we?' asked Purvi looking around.

Arthur Weasley moved behind a huge trash can so they wouldn't spot him.

'Did you hear it? It sounded like approaching footsteps' said Daya with rapt attention. Everyone stopped talking to listen.

Arthur Weasley lay well hidden behind the trash can and listened to their talk with bated breath.

'Gosh! What brings them here? I - I think they must have come here by mistake. But Muggles can't come into wizarding world. It os so dangerous! I will have to go and meet them. I will have to answer their questions and send them back to where they belong. Muggles shouldn't discover this secret wizarding world of ours!' he thought desperately.

He knew what he had to do. Heart hammering, Arthur stepped out from behind the trash cans and said, 'My goodness! Is it Abhijeet Shrivastav?'

Everybody turned around to look at a tall thin man who was slightly bald and had flaming red hair.

'Arthur Weasley! Pleased to meet you! What are you doing here?' asked Abhijeet surprised.

'Er... actually I should ask you this question Abhijeet. What are you doing here in London?' asked Arthur Weasley.

'Come again?' said Abhijeet.

'London?' said Pankaj dumbfounded.

'Yes. London' said Arthur Weasley.

'Stop fooling around Arthur!' said Abhijeet laughing.

'I am not joking Abhijeet! You are indeed in London! Tell me how - how did you get here?' asked Arthur.

'How is this possible? Half an hour ago we were investigating a crime scene in India! How can we come to London? I just don't get it? This feels like a dream!' said Abhijeet.

'Wait! Abhijeet - that man! Do you think he has got something to do with all of this?' asked Daya.

'Which man?' asked Mr Weasley urgently.

'Oh yeah, we were hunting clues in the forest when we spotted this man. He had an old shoe in his hand. It started glowing brightly and all of us were trying to pull it from his grasp. Then we were lifted up in the air and - and - we were here' explained Abhijeet looking perplexed.

'Must have been a Portkey!' muttered Arthur Weasley.

'What did you say? What is a Portkey?' asked Abhijeet in a confused tone.

'Ah! Never mind that! I am delighted to see you Abhijeet! How are you?' asked Arthur.

'I am all hale and hearty. Oh, let me introduce you to my colleagues. They work with me at CID' said Abhijeet introducing Daya, Shreya, Purvi and Pankaj.

They shook hands and exchanged formal greetings when Shreya asked, 'Sir how do you know Mr. Arthur Weasley?'

'Um... he was of some assistance to me' said Abhijeet his brows furrowing as he tried to remember where had he met Mr Weasley.

Arthur Weasley very well knew what had happened. Abhijeet had found a floating tea cup in his house and he had attended to the task. He had performed a simple memory charm on Abhijeet so he wouldn't remember anything about the floating tea cup. Arthur had always been fascinated by Muggles and he and Abhijeet had turned out to be really good friends.

'Yes. Yes. It has been such a long time Abhijeet!' said Arthur.

'Yes indeed! You seem in a jiffy' said Abhijeet.

'Ah yes! My son Bill is getting married tomorrow' said Arthur, smiling.

'Wow! Congratulations!' said Abhijeet.

But Arthur was staring at Abhijeet and the others as though he had spotted them right then. There was a mad gleam in his eye. Excitement flooded through him.

'Surely it wouldn't hurt to invite them, would it? Abhijeet was his good friend after all! Yes! Such opportunity might never come in future! Yes! I should do it!' thought Arthur.

'Um... Abhijeet, now that all of you are here, why don't you come and stay at my place for one more day? It is my son's wedding and I would be glad if all of you attend it' said Arthur.

'What? Oh, that's so kind of you but - but Arthur we have a a murder mystery to solve' said Abhijeet and the others nodded.

'Oh it is a matter of just one day Abhijeet! You will feel refreshed by getting a day off from work!' Arthur urged him.

The prospect of attending a wedding was indeed inviting. Abhijeet looked guiltily at Daya and saw a faint smile across his face.

'Look and I really don't think that you will get a flight to fly back to India at the eleventh minute. So just come with me and stay for a day. You can always go back and solve your case later' said Mr Weasley.

A moment of pause and then Abhijeet said, 'Alright'

'Thank you! Thank you!' Mr Weasley said happily.

Others rejoiced inwardly.

'Abhijeet what are we going to tell ACP sir?' asked Daya.

'We will call and tell him later. Arthur I still don't understand how we got to London' said Abhijeet.

'Er... I will explain when we get home. Come on, I am running late. My wife Molly must be wondering what's keeping me so long' said Mr Weasley.

They followed him to the parked Ford Anglia and Mr Weasley groaned as realisation struck him. He would have to drive the car now. He wouldn't be able to fly it in front of Muggles! He would have to explain everything to Molly later on. And then he would have to do a memory charm on all of them so that they wouldn't remember anything as to how exactly they got there.

'Mr Weasley there is a problem. How are six of us going to fit in this car?' asked Daya.

'No matter... No matter... We will fit easily' said Arthur.

And to the CID team's surprise they did fit in quite easily. Little did they know that Mr Weasley had magically expanded the car so that people and trunks would fit inside quite easily.

O-o-o-o

Molly Weasley was wondering where her husband Arthur was. She kept glancing at the strange clock on the wall which had only one hand and no numbers at all. Mr Weasley's pointer was stationed at 'Travelling' since last one hour. 'What is Arthur up to?' Molly wondered.

O-o-o-o

The Weasley family was huge. Arthur and Molly Weasley had seven children and all of them lived in their family home called 'The Burrow'. The Burrow was located on the outskirts of Ottery St. Catchpole, a small village located in Devon, England. It was so well hidden that the Weasley's doubted that the postman even knew it existed. The old stone building almost look like a pig pen with crooked floor attached here and there which were of course held up by magic. A barn stood nearby.

As the CID team got down from the car, they gaped at the crazy construction. How could they have constructed this house in such a haphazard way?

'It isn't much compared to yours Abhijeet' said Arthur Weasley slightly red faced.

'Oh no it's wonderful' said Abhijeet and Mr. Weasley's face turned a bright shade of pink.