The cell on the topmost floor had the most issues with water leakage. The ground of the cell was always covered in at least one inch of water. It got up to three on the rainier days. Mold that no spell could stop polluted the walls and ceilings. The small barred window allowed only a glimpse of the sea surrounding the small island.

He found it a bit honorable that would give him the worst cell. It proved just how loyal he was to the cause. The cold and the wet he could deal with, knowing he was being truly rewarded for his work in backwards sort of way.

He frankly was finding his time imprisoned rather boring though. He could be doing so much more work outside of this godforsaken building.

However, this was all just temporary. The mudbloods and half-breeds and blood traitors could never stay in power for long. Someone would surge up in take the power. Last time, it was Grindelwald. Then, the Dark Lord. But now the mantle was passed to him.

If they considered him the worst of them, the worst of them he shall be.

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"Sorry, 'scuse me!"

It was rather difficult to see over the large stack of files she was levitating in front of her, not to mention her attempts to balance a tray of coffee cups. Her sleeve had already been gently soaked by Timmons' vanilla latte in her attempts to maneuver around the seemingly never-ending crowd of people.

But everything was great. Working at the Auror Office was everything Molly Weasley II had hoped it would be.

She has graduated with her fellow trainees and watched as each of them went on missions and became great Aurors, while Molly became some sort of a glorified intern.

She had all the capabilities of her fellow graduates, but no one ever offered Molly missions.

She loved it.

Molly made it through Auror training just barely. She did well enough to beat out the other applicants for the top twenty, but not well enough to be number one. In fact, she made sure she was ranked number twenty and that she struggled enough that people would only send her on missions if they were desperate.

And with all the new graduates rushing in to prove that the newest generation of wizards could be heroes too, they weren't desperate.

In her whole year of working at the Auror office, she had talked her way out of every mission as slyly as she could. Lucky for her, debate was one of her strong suits, having grown up with a politician father and a lawyer mother.

Molly's job duties mostly consisted of getting coffees, running to get files from the records room, and doing other small errands that couldn't be bothered with.

"Jorkins!" she yelled over the cacophony of the Auror office. She ducked as a barrage of Memos flew over her head, spilling more coffee onto the sleeve of her shirt. She was so use to the sensation she didn't flinch at the burn forming on her arm.

The curly haired man looked up at her, "Ah, Weasley, did you get me those files on the Miller case?"

Molly nodded and performed an amazing balancing act of holding the coffee tray with only one hand while levitating the massive stack of files on his desk with the other.

He grinned a bright white smile that would have better fit in a Hollywood movie than the drab gray cubicle he was squeezed in.

"Thanks, Weasley, you are a star."

Molly smiled quickly at him while shifting the coffee tray into both of her hands. Now all she has left was Timmons, Lupin, and her dear favorite uncle to bring coffee to.

Molly didn't want to be an Auror. Her life aspiration was to own a bookstore. She loved being surrounded by books. The scents and the feel and the quiet. It was everything Molly aspired to have, along with a big fluffy cat.

But her father didn't approve. It was never outright said, of course. Percy Weasley would never shame his own child for wanting to follow their dreams. But after her younger sister, Lucy, dropped out of Unspeakable training after one day and ran off to Greece for some boy, Molly knew she had to make up for the loss somehow.

Two days after they received the letter from Lucy explaining where and why she went, Molly quit the job she had at a small bookstore in Diagon Alley and applied for the Auror training program. Her father congratulated her with a smile brighter than the one he gave her when she got her first job.

She set Timmons's latte on his desk. He was writing a very long letter to someone. Likely the new boyfriend of his who lived in Italy. Timmons was known in the Auror Office for having a new boyfriend every month or so. And most ended up being from anywhere but England.

Molly didn't resent Lucy for what she did. Her sister did what made her happy and Molly was happy to see her happy. She kept all the letters she sent her detailing her adventures, kept the photos of Greece in a photo album, and she even had plans to visit Lucy and Nicolas in a few months before Lucy gave birth to their first child.

But sometimes she wished she had made it a little easier for her big sister to not be a disappointment.

She popped her head into her uncle's office. It was separated from the rest of the cubicles with a thick glass wall that could be charmed to be opaque if he choose to do so. The glass wall helped him keep track of his subordinates, he would always say. She thinks he honestly just forgot the spell to change it.

Harry was sitting at his desk, reading an extremely long piece of parchment. He looked up at the "Auror" and smiled.

"May I?" she asked, holding up his cup.

He waved her in, looking relieved.

She set the cup on the corner of his desk and politely asked, "What are you reading?"

Harry laid down the paper and took a long sip of his coffee.

"A list of instructions from Victoire for my birthday, uh, soiree."

Molly smiled a little, "That's quite long, but what would you expect from the party planning extraordinaire."

Harry ran a hand over his face, "She has such specific instructions. 'Wear green dress robes, not lime green, but not exactly a forest green, more of an in between shade.' Blimey, I am not sure what that even means."

Harry set the paper down and looked up at her, "I haven't worn green dress robes since fourth year. Suppose they will still fit? They were 'bottle green' which is in between those, right?"

Harry Potter had aged rather well compared to most men of his age, but he certainly wasn't the skinny young man he had been in his school days.

Molly laughed, "I could go get you some right now if you give me the correct measurements."

Harry raised his eyebrows at her, but took out a piece of parchment to start writing. He occasionally pestered her to actually do Auror work, but Merlin only knows how stressed he was about this party he truly didn't want in the first place. He took her bait this time and she silently thanked whatever sorceress was looking out for her.

Molly took the paper in her free hand and tucked it into the pocket of her blazer, "Not lime, not forest, in between. Possibly bottle green. Got it."

"Thank you, Molly," he watched her walk out with a slight grimace, "I'm going to get you a case soon, I promise."

Once out of his view, Molly shook her head. Not if she has anything to say about it.

She loved Harry to pieces. He was her favorite uncle, but he was a bit thick. She thought he would have realized by now that she doesn't want a case. She doesn't really want to be here. She is happy to just fetch coffee and files and now dress robes.

She dropped the last cup onto the blue-haired auror's desk and said, "Your wife is nuts, you know."

Teddy smiled pleasantly, "Try being married to her."

"She requests that Harry wear specific robes. For his own birthday party. That we all know he would prefer to not have happen."

Teddy shuffled some things on his desk in an attempt to find the Memo he just received from the Security department.

"Being pregnant has made her a little more, um," Teddy paused his shuffling, searching for a word that wasn't unkind, "neurotic. Planning this party has been a good use of her energy. Harry knows that - he's going along with this for her sake. And mine."

Molly glanced at the family picture on his desk. Victoire was becoming the next Nana Weasley. She has already on kid number four with her most recent pregnancy. She was practically popping out a kid a year. Molly had seen her more pregnant in the past five years than not.

Molly waved her little paper in Teddy's face, "He is too self sacrificing. Maybe if you didn't keep impregnating the poor girl, I wouldn't have to go get new robes for Harry."

Teddy blushed a little, turning his normally turquoise hair a lovely pink color. Molly smirked at this. Teddy looked rather hardcore with his bright hair and his interesting choice of clothing, but he was a rather shy guy. The boy would turn red at any mention of an innuendo.

She quickly reached over and ruffled his hair, to which he responded with instinctively batting her hands away.

"Oh Teddy, this is the fourth kid. You can't seriously still be this innocent."

Teddy glared at her and said, "Don't you have some dress robes to fetch?"

Molly beamed at him, "That I do, Papa Lupin, that I do."

She ducked out of the way of his playful swat and made her way to the lift. She was bouncing on her heels the entire way down, excited to duck out of the Ministry and possibly peek at her former place of employment while picking up these robes.

'Freedom' was her last thought before stepping into the fireplace.

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Molly Weasley II was good at quite a few things. She was great at Arithmancy. She has a knack for baking. Her ability to list off all the different defensive techniques you could use in a duel was matched by none.

But Molly Weasley II was not very good at Apparition. She barely passed her test and has been know to carry a bottle of dittany on her at all times.

She was prepared to see the bright stores of Diagon Alley and a thick crowd of people bustling around.

Instead, her eyes were assaulted with dark, dusty stores and scattered witches and wizards, most whom glared at the loud noise that interrupted the silence of the alley.

Knockturn Alley.

Molly sighed. This wasn't the first time this had happened, nor would it be the last.

"Red hair, red, red, fire red, Weasley red," cackled some woman who started walking toward her. Her eyes were dark and deranged and her skin was so pale she looked sickly.

Molly took a step back. She was a trained Auror, but she was also an inexperienced one who didn't really have the guts or authority to use that training on some random batty women.

Before the woman could get within a foot of Molly, a scream coming from her left shattered the silence of the alley. Everyone turned the direction of the offending sound.

Molly's Auror instincts kicked in and she did what she knew had to be done.

She ran the complete opposite direction. Again, trained but inexperienced.

It seemed like the alley would never end. It got blacker as she went. Does this thing ever end? Or was she going to be swallowed into the darkness, forever running to an ending she couldn't find, never to be seen again?

Maybe her cousin Dominique was right when she said Molly should have been a poet with her melodramatics.

Molly's thoughts were suddenly cut off as the heel of her shoe became caught in a gap in the pavement and she slammed to the ground. She groaned as pain shot up her arm that caught her.

She sucked in a deep breath and attempted to peek at the state of her arm, but immediately froze as she heard footsteps and gravelly voices mumbling in the distance.

Her heart was pounding so loudly she couldn't hear the words they were saying. Her training meant she wasn't defenseless, but it also gave her the ability to identify how many people were coming her way. And from her estimates, it was beyond her abilities to keep herself safe.

She pushed herself up and pressed her lips tightly together so to not make a sound. She glanced around. There had to be somewhere for her to hide.

A cart full of hay (or at least what she hoped was hay) in front of a presumably abandoned shop. Using her good arm, she vaulted herself into it, nearly crying out as her bad arm hit the possible hay, and prayed to Merlin whoever it was wouldn't notice her.

She heard the footsteps get louder and she held her breath.

"Faster, Mulciber. We cannot be found, you imbecile," rasped a voice. It sounded so hoarse, as if it hadn't spoken in years.

Molly waited until she couldn't even hear the echoes of the footsteps before she breathed. She felt her heartbeat slow as she lay in silence.

She only moved to pull her wand out of blazer and shot some sort of pain numbing spell at her arm. She laid there for another five minutes or so to find her wits and then pulled herself out of the cart.

She started walking toward the entrance of the alley and watched her step this time, stepping over the cracks in the ground. Perhaps heels and a pantsuit weren't the best choice of outfit, but she didn't plan on walking on a shoddily stoned street. And she much preferred them to robes. which were rather thick and stuffy in her opinion.

She almost tore her vocal cords to shreds when a hand landed on her shoulder. She shoved her wand in the face of the man.

"Whoa, whoa, Weasley, chill."

Her wand illuminated to reveal the face of Declan Montague. Auror. Very attractive Auror with appealing light brown skin and an extremely photogenic smile.

Her wand lowered, but she still kept it clutch tightly in her hand.

Declan raised an eyebrow at her, "Do I want to ask why you're here, Weasley?"

Molly forced herself not to flush and responded, "Why are you here?"

Declan rolled his eyes, something Molly had noticed he had quite the talent for, "Smuggling investigation. Someone has been stealing Royden Podmore's mooncalf dung and selling it in Knockturn Alley."

Molly scrunched her nose and raised her eyebrows. Stealing mooncalf dung from another wizard is illegal, but did it really warrant putting one of their best Aurors in an old alley looking for some "smugglers"? It sounded more like a lower level law enforcement case.

Declan's expression showed he was thinking the same.

Molly recalled the voices and the footsteps she had heard farther down the alley, "You know, I heard some voices while I was down there," she pointed in no specific direction over her shoulder, "Sure they aren't your smugglers?"

Declan looked confused, "No way. I've been patrolling this area for the past hour. No one has been pass here. Well, except you."

Molly was sure that a group of men walked past her, but there was no use arguing with Declan. If she remembered correctly from her days in schools, Declan was a Slytherin and they had more pride in one member than the whole Gryffindor house combined. If she even tried to say that maybe he missed something, he wouldn't bother to even include it in his investigation.

Molly was going to ask more about the investigation when she heard a few snickers coming from a darker corner of the alley and glanced at Declan. Swallowing hard, she asked, "So, uh, the entrance to Diagon Alley isn't far from here right?"

Declan smirked, "I'll take you there."

He grabbed her arm and started leading her in the direction she had previously run from. At least she had been close in her first apparation.

He leaned closer to her when they walked past an old man in a rocking chair who looked as though he hasn't moved in years, "I've been itching for a reason to get out of here. I can't take it anymore. It's driving me crazy here."

Molly only heard half of what he said as she became distracted by the intoxicating smell of his cologne. It had a nice woodsy smell… it reminded her of the pine trees in her backyard at her childhood home. It sent her back to times when she and Lucy would play hide-and-go-seek before Molly went to Hogwarts.

They passed the place that Molly originally appeared at and she almost flinched as she saw the same witch who had chanted about her hair.

The witch caught her eye and gave her a bone-chilling grin. Molly forced Declan to pick up the pace.

She had never been more relieved in her life than when she saw the bright stores of Diagon Alley. The sight of children and robed wizards and the sound of scolding and chatter put her mind at ease.

Declan asked, "Why did you need to come to Diagon Alley? I thought you were supposed to be at the office today, coffee girl."

Molly pursed her lips at the nickname and answered, "Harry needed robes for his party tonight."

Declan looked horrified, "This is even worse than the coffee, Weasley. You're just a departmental personal assistant now."

She sniffed and attempt to look irritated, "I am simply laying low until good case comes around."

Declan snorted, "The Broomstick Bandit, the case of the man who murdered eight people with broomstick handles, was offered to you and you didn't take it. What is a good case to you?"

Molly put on an air of dramatics and waved her hands about, "I want something… outrageous. Like nothing anyone else has dealt with before."

He appraised her, looking skeptical. But a moment later he just sighed, "Okay, Weasley. Enjoy getting your uncle's new robes. I'll be working on catching some shit smugglers."

Molly held back a small laugh and replied, "Gladly," as she walked toward Madam Malkin's.

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She had about an hour to get ready for Harry's party once she got home. After she had brought back Harry's dress robes, she continued her duties as "coffee girl" while irritability watching Declan tell everyone about her misadventure in Knockturn Alley. It was well known she wasn't amazing at apparating, so why did her colleagues find it amusing every time?

Her roommate jumped off the couch when Molly came through the door.

"Hello, my dear!" Hypatia called as she wobbled toward her. She had just painted her toenails. Molly could tell from the stench of nail varnish permeating their residence.

Hypatia Zabini had been Molly's best friend since first year. Her and Molly hit it off from day one, with Molly telling Hypatia she had a weird name while Hypatia told Molly her hair was an intensely annoying color. They were inseparable.

It was bit of a shocker for Hypatia's parents, both coming from traditionally Slytherin families, to receive a letter from his only child saying she was sorted in Hufflepuff.

"That's why I received a letter about a month later saying that mum was pregnant again. They needed another kid to replace the disappointment."

Hypatia wasn't bitter about it, though sometimes Molly thinks she sees some pain in her best friend's face as she tells the story over and over (to Molly and others).

She grabbed Molly's hands in her own, showing off her newly-painted red nails.

"Red nails for red robes," she sang as she danced into the kitchen, making sure to keep her toes off the ground.

Molly laughed at her friend, "You know you can just use your wand to dry them."

Hypatia shook her head rapidly before biting into one of the brownies Molly made last night, "More fun this way."

"Don't talk with your mouth full. It's disgusting."

Molly walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, her scatterbrained friend waddling after her.

Molly laid her purse down on the coffee table, only removing her wand from it. She glanced at Hypatia, who had rested her feet on said table, wiggling her bright yellow toenails and stuffing the last bits of brownie into her mouth.

"I'm going to get ready," she paused, looking her friend dead in the eye to make sure she was listening, "If you aren't ready by the time I'm done, I'm leaving you behind."

Hypatia nodded quickly, looking comical with her cheeks bloated with the brownie stuffed in them.

She didn't know how she did it, but no matter what state she left Hypatia in when she started getting ready, the other girl was always ready to go when it was time.

"I've just got a knack for getting ready in a jiffy," she had said to Molly with a wink.

Molly pulled on the blue robes she had set out. Not exactly her favorite color, but as many of her cousins understood, it was hard to find a color to go with the distinct shade of red that came with being a Weasley. At least for most of them. Dominique had beautiful silvery blond hair. James, Albus, Fred, and Roxanne ended up with lovely black hair, and Lucy somehow lucked out and got their mother's brown hair. Everyone else was deemed a some sort of redhead by their (unlucky?) genes.

Molly had naturally flat hair so she didn't have to do much to it, but twist it into some kind of knot on the back of her head. She shuddered at the thought of what Rose had to do to her hair. She had inherited her mother's bushy mane (in a weird hybrid color of red and brown she also shared with her brother), but no had seen her wear it naturally since fourth year. She mostly sported box braids now that made her ordeal much easier.

After retouching her work makeup and adding something a little more dramatic for her lips, Molly stepped out her room, feeling refreshed. She was very ready for a chance to loosen up and see some of her family. She hadn't seen Roxanne since she graduated last year and she has always been her favorite cousin.

Making sure her wand was tucked into the hidden pocket of her robes, she called for Hypatia.

"I'm leaving."

"I'm ready," Hypatia stepped out of her room and sauntered into the living room. The waddling girl in sweatpants and wet toenails had disappeared, replacing herself with an elegant lady in beautiful fitted red robes and braided buns on the top of her head.

Molly whistled, "Damn, you clean up well, Zabini."

"Not so bad yourself, Weasley."

Hypatia held her arm out to Molly and they walked out of the flat. Molly locked the door as they continued down the path to the corner.

As they arrived at the corner, Hypatia checked to see if the coast was clear while Molly said, "Could you do the apparition today? I've had some bad experiences with apparition today. I'd rather not try it again."

Hypatia stopped looking at the street and directed her gaze to Molly, grinning mischievously, "I demand to be informed about this later."

Molly groaned and reached into her pocket to clutch the bottle of dittany she carried and Hypatia apparated them to the Ministry.

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James, in a fit of boredom, decided to liven up the part by attempting to start dancing on his (well, their, it was Molly's table too) table, in front of nearly 80% of the Ministry.

Ginny used her muscles she gained from all of her Quidditch practices to pull him from the table and pull him out of the Ministry-hall-turned-ballroom by his ear. Harry didn't seem to mind though, as he watched the whole spectacle with an amused smile.

"James is ridiculous," muttered Dominique, leaning her chair back precariously. She was to Molly's right. Dom was only a year older than her, but Molly had always felt intimidated by the blonde beauty. Dom looked just like her mother to a tee, but had her father's attitude. She was downright terrifying.

Lily nodded from Dom's other side, "Try being his sister. It's an utter nightmare."

Molly shifted to her left, directing her attention to original reason for coming.

"So Roxy, how is life on a dragon reserve? How high is your burn count now?"

Roxanne grinned and brushed her black curls back to reveal a burn crawling up her neck to her jaw.

"Reaching the high 30's now. Charlie thinks I'm going to beat the record for most burns in the shortest amount of time."

Molly shook her head, "I swear you do it on purpose."

Roxanne smirked, "No promises."

Molly rolled her eyes, "Well, I've racked up a few burns myself," she rolled up her sleeves to show the small burns on her foreman.

Roxanne looked excited to Molly's worry, "Did you finally get a case?"

Molly rolled her lips inward and smiled awkwardly, "Uh, no. Coffee is very hot."

Roxanne sunk down in her seat, "Molly, you can't become an Auror just to be the coffee girl."

"I beg to differ. I've been an Auror for nearly a year now and I've been coffee girl since I started. I'd say everything is working out just as planned."

Roxanne gave up on that front. They had had this argument so many times she knew Molly would not give up. She thought Molly was wasting the talent she had to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Molly thought curling up behind a counter with a nice cup of tea and a Jane Austen novel was the ideal. At least this current job was a middle ground.

"You know, you could just use the Locomotion charm to carry it so you don't keep spilling it in yourself."

"But as Hypatia would say, 'That's no fun.'"

"Speaking of, where is she? I thought you two were like conjoined twins."

Molly pointed to a table on the far right side. A sulky Hypatia sat playing with her napkin next to an equally sulky Scorpius Malfoy and Lorcan Scamander.

"Victoire has the tables set up with Harry and the uncles and aunts, then the children at another. Friends of the family were just scattered elsewhere."

Roxanne replied, "Eh, at least she kept them together."

Before Molly could speak again, a baked potato flew in between her and Roxanne. They whipped their heads toward James's still empty seat and then to his neighbor Fred, who was doing everything to avoid their eye. It seemed he has taken over attempting to liven up the party.

"Fred!" they yelled in sync.

"Victoire is giving you the stink eye," Albus offered from Roxanne's other side.

All the heads at the table turned toward Victoire, who was handling the children at a table separated from the rest. Her murderous glare was locked on Fred with an intensity.

"You're dead," Rose added, from where she was next to Albus. Those two were never far apart - conjoined twins fit them better than her and Hypatia.

Fred gave her an awkward wave and she continued glaring.

Teddy, who was sitting next to her at the children's table, pulled his wand out and Vanished the potato, but not before giving Fred a warning look. He put his hand on Victoire's shoulder and directed her attention back to the children, who were about to mimic Fred in food throwing.

"Oh, now look what you've done," Hugo said around a mouth full of corn.

Fred smiled sheepishly, "Sorry, I'm just about bored. When does the actual party portion of this start?"

Dom laughed, "What actual party? Do you not realize you are at the birthday party for a 45-year-old man? There isn't going to be any partying. Aunt Ginny reaming James is going to be the most interesting thing that happens."

Fred dropped his head into his arms on the table, "Kill me. No dancing-"

Dom laughed, "Oh, there will be dancing. It's just not the kind you'd expect."

Once the dinner portion was over, all the tables vanished and classical music started playing.

Hypatia nearly tackled Molly to the ground.

"Dance with me, Ms. Weasley," she ordered.

Molly laughed, "You know, most people ask."

"I'm your best friend. There is no such need."

Molly glanced at Roxanne, whose was watching the exchange with a small smile.

"You want to come?" she asked her.

Roxanne waved her hand forward, "No, no, you two go on. Don't go too crazy."

Hypatia played the part of the lead since she was nearly six inches taller than Molly. They attracted much attention because of their loud laughter and terrible dancing. Molly tripped over her robes during a twirl and Hypatia has to catch her, nearly taking them both to the ground.

Not too long after, Victoire and Teddy spun by them. The former had now directed her glare onto them, which sobered them up quite a bit.

But then not even a minutes after Victoire and Teddy were gone, Bill and Fleur came by with Bill muttering the words, "Don't mind her. The party needs livening up anyway. Too bad Gin got to James before he could make it happen."

Molly grinned. Bill smiled back before spinning his wife round and round and dancing away. Their twirl was much better executed than hers and Hypatia.

While they were trying to do a dip, a hand came over and tapped Hypatia's shoulder.

Molly recognized Oliver Jorkins's bright white teeth as he asked, "May I have this dance?"

Hypatia gave Molly a questioning look, to which she responded with rapid nodding. Oliver was a nice guy. A ditz on occasion, but competent enough to become an Auror. Molly would approve him dancing with her best friend. Not dating, of course, but then again, it wasn't like he was Hypatia's type in the first place. Her preference was generally along the lines of mouthy girls with curly hair.

Molly was about to go find Roxanne and pull her into a dance when another hand reached out and touched her shoulder.

A hand connected to an arm and a shoulder and a torso with the head of Declan Montague.

"Dance with me?" he questioned with a debonair grin.

Molly raised her eyebrows, but took his hand anyway.

Dancing with Declan was a lot different than dancing with Hypatia. Declan was a bit shorter than Hypatia and was a bit more... flirtatious with his dancing. His hand dipped a lot lower on Molly's hip than Hypatia's had.

Molly felt a bit wary. He might have been striking, but from what she had seen of romance during her school years, those are the ones she needed to watch out for.

He spun her around and pulled her back toward him, even closer than before. They were nearly eye-to-eye because of Molly's heels. His nose brushed against Molly's cheek and she felt a bit of heat in her cheeks.

As they glided across the floor, she suddenly became distracted by a movement over his shoulders. Timmons was pushing through the crowd, apologizing to people he bumped into while still shoving others.

Declan noticed her staring and stopped their dance to look over too.

"What's he..." Declan trailed off as he saw Timmons poke Harry on the shoulder.

Ginny and Harry separated as Timmons spoke. The two both went extremely pale at whatever he expressed to them.

Ginny hurriedly walked toward Victoire and Teddy (they were helping the children do some sort of Muggle dance) while Harry seemed to be searching for someone.

Harry's eyes fell into Molly and Declan, who were both staring at him, frozen in their dancing position.

Harry nodded his head toward the direction of the door. Molly and Declan let go of each other immediately and moved to meet him up there.

"Gather all your fellow Aurors and head to the office. There has been a breakout from Azkaban."

After Harry walked out, obviously anticipating them following, Declan turned to Molly with a smile, "Is this the outrageous case you were looking for?"

New story! That isn't a one-shot! Wow, Hannah, you go.

Molly Weasley II for the win

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Edited 6/4/17: just for little errors !!

4/16/19: let's fuck it up again i'm in college i can write now. need more distractions so i'm revamping this bitch.