A/N: We have a future fic! Ain't it grand! And all those who do not like ships that are not very obvious, you should be wary of this fic. You've been warned.

Disclaimer: To sue or not to sue, that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler to accept that I am not J.K. Rowling, or 'tis better to sue for the money... Your call.

Second A/N: So while rereading this story, Ruthie came to me and said, "Did you know that our story is confusing?" So, I believe I made it less confusing. I kind of explained what was going on, but in doing that I might have made it really confusing. So read it, tell me if it's better or worse.

Chapter 1

"Excuse me, officer. Can you help me?" said a small voice.

A black haired man sitting at a computer desk froze, after he heard the voice. He pivoted in his chair slowly, afraid of who might be there, but it was only a undersized man, possibly about twenty six.

"Yes, I can," he replied after a moment.

"I'm Jeremy Pritchard." Jeremy paused, taking a deep breath. "I need your help."

This police officer, who was not unused to hearing this, turned off the monitor on his computer and pulled out a pen and pad of paper. "Take your time," he comforted, pen in position to write.

"Well, it's my... my friend. I've gone over to ring the doorbell at least ten times a day and she hasn't answered it."

"Has she been missing for twenty for hours?" Harry suddenly feeling that this was going to be a stupid case. His girlfriend probably just didn't answer the phone or something. Can't really blame her for leaving this guy.

"I haven't seen her for a week. And when I went to her house the other day... I... I saw something really strange."

The man sighed. Probably wasn't going to be very interesting at all. "What was it?" he said, feigning interest.

"It was... a floating skull," Jeremy said hesitantly.

The police officer froze, pen shaking slightly in his hand. "A floating skull," he repeated.

"I'm not crazy," Jeremy stated, letting no doubt be left.

"I know. Tell me, did you go inside?" he asked, leaning closer to the young man.

"No. I was too afraid."

"Good," Harry Potter said. "Good."

"So this boy says he sees a floating skull over a house and we go to check it out?" Ethan Wayne asked Harry as their car pulled to a stop in front of the house. "I just think he's insane."

"You think everyone's insane," Harry said, stepping out and slamming the door. Harry had always had a great deal of respect for his partner of two years, but he was a little cynical.

"Look, there's no floating skull now. His girlfriend probably just is avoiding him, or something. Let's just go," Ethan complained, following Harry up the front steps.

Harry knocked on the door. "I just have a hunch on this one, okay?" He knocked again.

"All I know is, things don't float unless there's wires holding it up. Unless of course somebody came around with a magic wand and did a spell."

Harry froze and looked at Ethan. "Don't be ridiculous," he said after a moment, before kicking the door down.

Harry went in first, his gun held in front of him. But he was sure it would probably be useless. Ethan followed him, his gun out. Together they searched the house and found nothing until the last room. Ethan slowly pushed the door open, and Harry turned to look into it his gun in front of him.

Before them they saw the limp body of a girl in her mid twenties. She was sprawled across the bed, her eyes filled with terror. There was no blood, or obvious sign of death, except for her face was a pale white. Harry closed his eyes for a moment willing the seen before him to change. He knew what had caused it. The killing curse.

Ethan walked forward toward the girl put two fingers against he neck and confirmed what Harry already knew. "She's dead," Ethan said shortly.

Harry nodded, his eyes never leaving her. "I figured as much. She looks vaguely familiar."

Ethan paused for a moment, as though he forgot what he was about to say, but soon he spoke. "We've gotta call this in,"

"Okay," Harry replied still looking at her, a mixture of feelings flowing through him.

"I'll go do that," said Ethan. Harry still stared. "Are you alright man? You've never acted like this around a body before."

"I'm fine," said Harry his voice hollow. Ethan turned to return to the car.

Harry slowly went forward to sit on the bed next to the body. He had killed Voldemort, he told himself. He killed him seven years ago. But he remembered what someone had told him. "It will take at least a few years to get all the Death Eaters unified again." That cold, cruel voice that haunted his dreams spoke of what the Death Eaters would do when reunited. That voice had been the last Harry had heard at Hogwarts.

Harry got up and angrily kicked a wall, cursing. He should have known. He should have known running away wouldn't do anything. Now this young girl had been hurt. And who knew what else had happened back in London.

"Potter! Wayne! Get in here!" shouted the Lieutenant from his office. Harry and Ethan came in sheepishly, and stood near the door.

The Lieutenant, from behind his desk, held up a slip of paper. "Did I read this report incorrectly, or did you two decide to go gallivanting of on a case that I didn't assign you again?"

"Neither, Sir" said Ethan. "You see, we didn't go on a case, because a case is something assigned by you. You didn't know about it yet, so we didn't go on a case, we went to investigate a murder."

"Are you being smart with me, Wayne?" said the Lieutenant. Lieutenant Jones was a man of medium height and in his mid forties. He was partially bald, and he always seemed to be in a bad mood.

"No, sir. Wouldn't dream of it, sir."

"Good. As it is, you will be working on the Henderson case that I assigned you last week."

"Actually, sir," spoke Harry for the first time since they entered the room. "I would like to take this case."

"You are in no position to be making requests, Potter."

"I understand that, sir, but it is really important to me that I get this case." I might die of guilt if I don't, Harry thought to himself, but decided not to say that out loud. It would cause too many questions.

Lieutenant paused. "Alright, Potter, you can take this case. Just you."

Both Harry and Ethan froze. "Just him?" asked Ethan the same time Harry said, "Just me?"

The Lieutenant nodded. "You two have been partners for two years. I want to see what you do when you work alone. Dismissed."

"Hey, Bob," said Harry casually at lunch.

"Hi, Harry," said Bob a short and awfully round police officer. He had always reminded Harry of Neville Longbottom, but less scatterbrained. Not for the first time in the seven years it had been since he had seen him, Harry felt a pang in his chest. He missed Neville.

"How are the wedding preparations coming?" Harry asked, swallowing a lump in his throat. If the Death Eaters were out killing people again, who's to say that Neville wasn't dead? Harry pushed that to the back of his mind. He couldn't go back to London to check. He just couldn't.

"They're a nightmare. Flowers, food, guests, place, time, rehearsal dinner, after party. And of course Carol wants to get married in the most complicated place I can thing of."

"Where's that?"

"On a roof of a building in London," Bob replied.

"I'm still invited right?" asked Harry unwrapping his ham sandwich, trying not to make a strange face at the thought of going to London. You might as well, said a nagging voice in the back of his head, but Harry dismissed it. After everything he had done, he couldn't go back.

"Of course. We're thinking of doing March eighth."

"That's still two months away,"

"I met this lady in a flower shop buying flowers for her nieces wedding and their doing it in a castle."

"Which castle?" asked Harry automatically. No, he thought.

"I can't remember it was a funny name though. Pig something."

Harry immediately tensed. "Could it have been hog instead of pig." No, no, no.

"Yeah," said Bob thoughtfully, "It could have been."

"Do you remember the name of the bride or the groom?" asked Harry urgently. Please, Merlin, no.

"I can't remember the groom's name except that it was really odd. But the brides name was Hermione Granger."

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