A Prisoner of His Own Experience

Chapter 1

Three young Aurors walked briskly in the cool night air. The moonlight shined bright upon their determined faces. All determined, except one. The tall red-headed man looked extremely bored and exhausted.

"Why are we here anyway? Can't this wait till morning?"

"The Ministry declared that all Aurors will inspect ever former death eaters home before the Christmas season to ensure a safe holiday. Honestly Ron, weren't you paying attention to yesterday's meeting?"

Hermione was used to talking to Ron like this. That was one of the many reasons they broke up five years ago, he was just too childish.

"Of course he wasn't," Harry said while grinning, "He couldn't take his eyes off of the new Undersecretary!"

"Well, she's about a trillion times more attractive than Umbrige!"

Now Hermione was angry. The least Ron could do was respect their jobs and more importantly women in general!

"That doesn't mean you have to drool whilst Kingsley Shacklebolt is giving us our weekly assignments. Besides, she's not particularly beautiful in any sense, unless you count her unusually large breasts." Hermione said heatedly.

"Like you would know anything about that department of the body." Ron mumbled.

Just as she was about to kick him where it hurts, Harry thought aloud, "Er, is this the right place? I forgot to write the house number down."

"Sure doesn't look like the kind of place where scum like him would live." Ron said as he backed away from Hermione's angry swinging foot.

As Hermione gave up her kicking she said, "As much as I agree with you, this is the correct address." She held up a bit of parchment to show Harry what she had written down during the meeting yesterday.

"1744 North Haybrook Avenue." Harry said as he looked up at the house.

Not surprisingly the lights were off in the small, but well-maintained home.

Harry grinned again, "This is it. Let's go meet our old school, er… acquaintance."

They hurriedly walked up the stone steps and rang the doorbell. To the right of the door was a mailbox that read: MALFOY RESIDENCE