A/N: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters; they pblelong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. Enjoy the FanFiction!

Chapter 1

It was an early morning in October when a black-haired young man of 18, carrying a briefcase with the letters HP embroidered in silver on the side, was walking to an elevator in the Ministry of Magic in London, England. As he walked, he saw the old wizard at the Guest Services booth, asleep, with drool sliding down his badly-shaved face and his head on the counter top. The young man just smiled and shook his head slightly, and kept walking. The old wizard was the only one he had seen on the Ground Floor.

He entered the elevator, turned around, and saw the golden gates close. He got off on Level Two, walked down an empty corridor, pushed open a large wooden door, and walked to the many Auror cubicles; he had the route well memorized, for he had taken been working there for about 16 months now.

When he had gotten close to his own little cubicle, he heard the scratching of a quill in the quiet and empty room. He smiled a little to himself, for there was only one other person mad enough to come to work at this time of morning: his partner Hermione Granger.

Himself, Hermione, and their other friends, Ron and Luna, were all Aurors. Lucky for Ron, he got to be partnered with Luna when she came to work there. So far, everyone in their department, including Luna herself, knew that Ron had a total crush on his partner.

Harry walked quietly to the edge of the cubicle next to his own and saw a young woman quickly writing with her eagle feathered quill, with her back towards Harry. She had curly brunette hair that was fashioned into a simple pony-tail, but Harry thought that she was still beautiful.

Luckily for Harry, no one knew of his crush for his best friend. Everyone thought that the simple pecks on the cheek and the holding her hand was because of their friendship, but Harry did it more out of his new feelings for his friend. And what made Harry feel better, was that when he displayed these little affectionate gestures, Hermione never complained, and often returned them.

"Hi Harry," said Hermione, who was writing with her eyes still glued to the page. Harry raised his eyebrows and thought, Okay…how did she know I was here?

Hermione turned around to look at him, still seated, and looked at Harry's raised eyebrows with a little smile on her face. "I could smell your cologne from a few cubicles over." Harry gave her a little smile. Even though he was caught before he could sneak up on her, he liked the fact that she could smell his expensive cologne; she was the reason for putting it on everyday in the first place.

"What are you working on 'Mione?" he said as he moved into the little space.

"Oh," said Hermione as she turned around to her oak desk, "Just writing to the French Ministry of Magic telling them that we still haven't found Lucius Malfoy yet."

Harry stuck out his tongue and wrinkled his nose as he read his name on her parchment in her neat handwriting; his name did not deserve to be displayed in such a pretty way. Malfoy Senior had been running around the globe after Voldemort's death, and the Aurors still could not chuck him into Azkaban.

Harry then heard hurried footsteps on the carpeted floor. He stood up straight from his bent-over position and looked over the cubicle wall. He saw his boss, Percy Weasley, the Minister of Magic, jogging toward them. With his glasses hanging off of the tip of his freckled nose, Percy asked Harry, "Have you seen Jason Jiller this morning?"

"Jiller?" asked Hermione, as she rolled her chair to the edge of her cubicle and looked up at her boss, "From the Department of Mysteries?"

"Yes," said Percy looking down at her. He then looked around the crowded room of empty cubicles as if expecting to see him there. He then looked around with unfocused eyes, as if listening for him. He then moved closer and whispered to them, "I've heard rumors that Jiller is a Death Eater and has been helping Lucius Malfoy escape the Aurors by telling him where you are planning to look for him next. I was wondering if you could…" he then had a sheepish look cross his freckled face, "…go into the Department of Mysteries and tell him that I am looking for him? I know that he is usually here early doing…whatever he does."

Harry looked down at Hermione and shrugged his shoulder. Hermione said slowly, "Sure…but why us?"

"Well," said Percy in a normal tone, "you two are the strongest Aurors I have…and if he really is a Death Eater, he knows Dark magic…I need someone or someone's to restrain him and bring him to me." He then stood up straight and looked at them with narrowed eyes, as if daring them to ask what he would do with Jiller when he had him. Neither of them asked.

Harry them slipped out of partners' cubicle, walked past his boss and went into his own little office. He grabbed his Hungarian-Horntail hide gloves with the finger-tips cut away, his Invisibility Cloak from his briefcase, and his Weasley Wizard Wheezes cloak that repelled simple spells. After whipping it around himself and clasped it, he walked over to his partner. He saw her fastening her own cloak, then getting her own gloves.

"Don't worry too much Perce," said Harry casually as he walked over to Hermione. "We'll hopefully have him by 7 this morning."

Then, the two friends turned around and jogged out of the room, pushed open the wooded doors, ran down the corridor with their cloaks billowing behind them, and entered an empty elevator. They then looked at each other; they both hoped that this would go quickly, for they had another Death Eater already on their busy agenda.

Little did they know that their day was about to turn extraordinary…even by wizards' standards.