"What am I doing here?"

It was something Harry Potter thought to himself more and more as the days passed. He was part of the Aurur corp. Everything was going well rising quickly through the ranks. It wasn't like he hated his job, or that he wasn't thriving at his job. What was happening was that Harry Potter was missing his best friend, Hermione Granger. His best friend had been going back and forth between Great Britain and Australia, where her parents had ended up staying once the war was over. It was decided that they would stay in Australia. Their memories had been returned back to them, and there were no hard feelings, just that they had been settled there for a while and that it would be silly for them to move.

Hermione was alright with it at first, taking trips back and forth for the first couple of years. Staying with her parents for a while every year. She had loved them deeply, and Harry knew that and accepted it. He may not have had a good family life, but knew that a majority of people did, and it was understandable that someone would want to visit their parents. As the years passed though, Hermione started staying longer and longer. Again understandable to harry, but to others it was not. Ron Weasley had finally gotten fed up over it and after dating for years with Hermione there had been a huge fight between the two of them, one for the ages. Of course it had happened at the airport which Hermione had been using to take her trips back and forth. Things were said that Harry didn't think either of them could have ever uttered, things were thrown, and Harry had to take a weekend to go to Australia to comfort an irate and extremely upset Hermione. He had grown up a lot since he had started at Hogwarts, and thought Ronald had well, but that didn't seem to be the case, and it had been six months since the argument, with Hermione yet to come back to Great Britain.

Harry himself had gone down a couple of months ago to check in Hermione and was pleased to find out everything was going well. She had settled in an apartment close to her parents and even had gotten a job at one of the Magical Schools in Australia, becoming the Transfiguration teacher after the one who had been teaching there for the time being was killed in what was thought was a freak accident.

Hermione had taken quickly to working at the school and was having a grand time. It was a bit of a surprise since everyone in Britain had thought she would have worked for the ministry, but when she had gotten the job at the school it was quickly realized by some that she had come to love it and she was not coming back to live in Britain anytime soon.

It had upset Harry a bit that she had left, but the two of them had a long talk about it the last time that Harry had gone to visit her, and he realized that she was truly happy. He couldn't fault her either. Britain had idolized the trio after the end of the war. None of them could walk down a street without being stopped and asked for an autograph or followed by a creep or a reporter, trying to find out what they were doing at any moment of time.

Harry was pretty immune to it, and had taken to it in stride, being discrete about what he was doing, making sure to not make many public appearances, flooing and apparating where he could. Ron on the other hand ate up the attention. He loved the questions and the interviews. Even seven years after the war, the publicity came and Ron ate it up like he was eating lunch at Hogwarts. Hermione on the other hand did not like any of it. She wasn't like Harry and wanted her peace while not trying to hide herself.

This was another reason why Harry thought Hermione had left. It wasn't the deciding factor, but it certainly didn't help the cause for Hermione to stick around.

Back to the present where Harry found himself at the local pub near his flat. It wasn't even late yet, the sun just going down. It wasn't that Harry drank a lot, but it was one of the only places that he could go without being bothered. He had an understanding with the owner of the bar that he would be able to stay there whenever he wanted, and as long as he treated the waitresses and bartenders well and gave some good tips, anyone who tried to bother him was immediately kicked out. Harry certainly had kept up to his side of the promise and he actually became friends with the owner, which even led to more of a focus to keep Harry happy when he was there.

Harry was about to order his drink that he would sip on for the night when an older man sat down in front of him. Harry raised his eyebrows when it was none other than Kingsley Shacklebolt, minister of magic. It was not uncommon for the man to seek Harry out. They would sit and talk about meaningless things most times, and sometimes about the politics of the country. While they weren't actually friends, they would sound each other out for advice at times and neither were trying to get one up on the other. Both were good for the other and both knew it.

It was this reason why Kingsley had sought out Harry. He sat down across from harrys usual booth and dropped a folder down in front of Harry. This was one of those times that there meeting would be important, and Kingsley was actually glad that he found Harry in a public place where there wouldn't be attention drawn to there impromptu meeting. Whether Harry knew it or not, Kingsley had someone tracking Harry on a nightly basis. Not too close to make it stand out, but enough for the minister to know what Harry was doing when they were able to find him.

Harry quickly snatched up the folder and opened it up, thumbing through the contents while sipping on his drink

"I was doing a bit of research when I stumbled upon this." Kingsley stated, not waiting for Harry to finish reading. "That teacher they found dead at the school Hermione was working at didn't seem to die from some freak accident from what it looks like." It was understood by Harry that the trio had some kind of detail on them. If anything was to happen to any of them the uproar from the public would have been catastrophic. Harry knew that he was being followed, but never brought it up to Kingsley, knowing that it was needed, and that there was nothing that he could say for Kingsley to change his mind.

He was glad that Ron and Hermione were being kept tabs on. Ron and Harry had slowly grown apart over the years, and while they shared dinner once in a while and while Harry visited the Burrow once in a blue moon, it certainly wasn't the same as it was in the past.

Harry was only slightly surprised that Kingsley was still keeping tabs on Hermione. It was only really known by friends and family that Hermione had gone to Australia. The rest of the public didn't know much else other than that Hermione would disappear from time to time and that his was an extended period of time that no one had seen her.

"Met an ugly end didn't he?" Harry muttered as he kept reading. It had been reported to the Australian public that the teacher had just been found dead in his abode, since he was a teacher and nothing needed to be said to upset the students of the school, or the students families. What really happened though was almost bizarre. Professor Ben Tate had been hit with several cutting curses, and was found dead and tied up in his bed. Blood covered the walls of his room, which was all his, and a note was left on him stating that he wouldn't be the last. There had been an investigation by the Australian Ministry, but nothing had been concluded and it had started becoming cold. No other murders like this one had been discovered, and it had started to fall farther and farther back in case loads, until now at least.

"There has been another killing, another teacher dead." Kingsley stated as he dropped a second folder down in front of Harry which was snatched up before it hit the table. Harry quickly started reading through the documents while Kingsley spoke. "DADA professor Amanda Hambers put up much more of a fight but was eventually caught in her apartment, tied up and tortured to death. There is blood that is not hers, and her apartment was in shambles, but a note in the same handwriting as the first. Stating that war is coming.

"We were notified by the Australian ministry right after it happened, especially since Hermione is now located that the school, and is asking for assistance…" "When do I go?" Harry asked quickly finishing his drink. He knew that Kingsley wouldn't just be dropping by to let him know that this was going on without having a plan in place.

"As soon as your ready. You are going to be security at the school, and doing a little investigation. All due respect to the Australian Ministry, there isn't anyone quite like you in their ranks, not even in the highest ups. I knew you would have a vested interest in this since Hermione was there. I have notified Hermione of the situation and that someone was going to come by, but I didn't mention who it would be." He winked as he got up, handing Harry two portkeys. "One is a layover in Egypt. I know your worried about what is happening, but please be careful. I expect weekly updates."

The Two shook hands and the minister quickly left the pub, while Harry gathered up his stuff as well as the documents and quickly made it back to his flat.