Harry's POV
Location: Ministry of Magic, Head Auror Office
I sighed as I looked tiredly at all the paperwork that this case was giving me. Honestly, I am starting to think that it was not worth it, but I will finish it to avenge all the innocent people that those two witches have murdered. I sighed when I remembered why those two are murdering others, It was Draco's and I's fault. I remember it like it was yesterday when Draco and I heard those two plotting...
. . . . Flashback . . . .
I was walking through the halls of Hogwarts with Draco, when we heard voices of our girlfriends drifting from an adjacent corridor. We paused and looked at each other, catching each others smile.
Me and Draco slowly crept through the hallway, we didn't have to worry about keeping quiet with all of the students around. we were ready to surprise them.
"I made the potion last night" I heard Pansy Parkinson say to Ginny Weasley. We were only a few feet away from them now, and the crowd thinned out considerably, so it was easier to hear what they were saying.
"Great" Ginny responded. I saw her go through the bag that was hanging around her shoulder. "Now all we have to do is slip it into their drinks" Draco and I stopped, confused. We started to wonder who they were talking about, and what potion they had created.
"Do you think Draco and Harry will find out… I mean us putting a love potion into their drinks so they would fall in love with us?" Pansy questioned Ginny.
"Oh please" Ginny said, rolling her eyes. "They'll be too much in love with us to ever figure it out. They'll soon become bumbling idiots as far as we are concerned, then they would be wrapped around our fingers. Just like we've always dreamed"
I felt my fists clench with anger. Something now felt ominous about the two girls that stood before us.
"And how would we become bumbling idiots?" It was Draco's voice, even though I opened my mouth to speak.
"Draco!" Pansy squealed, dropping a vile to the ground.
Immediately I noticed the sheen of the potion and the smell of birthday cake. I knew what it was right away. It was love potion.
Ginny Weasley and Pansy Parkinson were giving us love potions behind our backs.
. . . . End Flashback . . . .
Needless to say, Draco and I quickly found the antidote for it and immediately broke up with the girlfriends that we now knew that we never loved. They were destroyed and heartbroken and in revenge decided to take on the dark arts. They then used those skills to kill innocent people- just to get back at me and Draco.
I shook myself from the pounding thoughts that were running through my head, and was just about to put my head down for a small few minute nap- before I started that damn no good paperwork again- when I was interrupted by my partner rushing through the door shouting "Harry, they've fled the country!"
"What?!" I shouted, forgetting my tiredness and suddenly feeling wide awake. "How could they have left the country without our sensors going off?"
" I don't know Harry. Maybe we missed some sort of transportation when setting the sensor up. Something they thought of that we didn't." Draco said with slight hesitance in his voice
'That's not possible…' My thoughts started, the gears turning in my mind. 'Well maybe it is. Those two are crazy and not known to be sane.' I thought, 'We covered everything…. Didn't we?'
I sighed in frustration. 'Grrrrrrrrr. . .' I thought 'Now what?'
"Do we know what country they went to?" I asked Draco. He looked up at me with a look of what I thought was relief in his eyes. Relief at what? I do not know, but relief nonetheless.
"Yeah. We have an idea of where they went." he said
"Well, are you going to tell me where they went or not, Draco?" I asked him slowly as if I was speaking to a small child.
"They went to a place that we have no jurisdiction at all in. Harry... they went to America." Draco said with a quiet tone and not quite catching my eye.
'Damn. Now there is no way to catch them.' I thought with a growl, 'Wait, that's not true. There is one person who may be able to help us.'
I picked up my phone and dialed a number that I have not dialed in a long time and did not particularly want to call for something like this.
JJ's POV
Location: BAU Office, Quantico Virginia
I was going through case files when I heard the phone ring. I looked at the caller number and didn't recognize it. I hesitantly picked it up with an air of caution.
"Agent Jareau speaking." I said into the speaker.
"Long time no talk, Jenny." I heard a voice I didn't think I would hear again say.
"Same to you Andy." I said with a hint of teasing in my voice.
"Don't call me Andy. You know how much I hate that nickname Jenny." He said with mock anger.
"Fine. How about a compromise? You don't call me Jenny and I won't call you Andy... Andy." I could almost see the smile that was plastered on his face at the moment.
"It's a deal JJ" I shook my head and then looked at the casefile that was in front of me.
"So, what do I owe the pleasure?" I said pleasantly, looking at the gruesome pictures before me.
"I wish it was a pleasantry" Harry started. "But I was hoping you could help me"
"Uh, you know, I think I'm gonna have to call you back…" I said slowly, scanning through the details of the case.
"This is important JJ" He said urgently, I could almost hear the desperation as I listened to the tone of his voice. A picture made me pause.
"Uh, Harry... can I ask you something?" I asked with a shocked yet angry tone.
"What is it?" he asked with curiosity in his voice.
"Why is the Malfoy crest in a casefile that I'm looking at right now?" I questioned, the anger now trying to claw right into my heart. I tried to keep it contained as I looked at the crest once more- it was the crest that took everything away from me.
"That was what I was trying to tell you, Jenny. You have two dark witches running amok in your country out for revenge" He said with a hint of something in his voice that I could not describe. I wasn't sure if why, but
"Why would there be dark witches out for revenge here Andy?" I asked him now that I had gotten over my anger of seeing the Malfoy crest once again.
"Well they started in England, then moved all around Europe, but as my men were closing in on them apparently they fled the area with a homemade portkey to the closest airport." Andy told me solemnly.
"That doesn't answer my question Andy," I told him then asked curiously "How did you know that they escaped to an airport?"
I heard him sigh." One of my men were lucky enough to barely graze them with a tracking charm before they portkeyed away to somewhere in the US"
