"Dude, I'm gonna do it."

"You're not gonna do it."

"Fuck you, I'm gonna do it!"

"There's no bloody way you're going to do it, mate."

"… Shit I'm not gonna do it."

The sound of clippers dropped to the floor of the small and dirty, yet somehow friendly looking apartment. A tall, lanky ginger guy walked out of the bathroom. He was only wearing boxers and had a lot of tight muscle under his pale, freckled skin. His hair was parted neatly to the side and he had a tightly combed mustache sitting on his face. He walked into the living room where his roommate was waiting for him. He was a little shorter than the ginger, but was by no means small. He was lean and muscular, having a sportsman's body. He was wearing a tee shirt and a pair of slightly worn black sweat pants. The black haired one grimaced as the ginger walked into the room, his emerald eyes crinkling in mock disgust. "Bloody hell, Ron, put on some God damn pants!" Ron simply chuckled and pulled a pair of crimson sweat pants off the floor. "Sorry, Harry." He slipped on the jeans and began bouncing up and down in place. "So are we ready or what?" "Yeah, let's go. I don't know why you thought you were gonna shave that mustache off, you know you love the damn thing. Oh, and put on a shirt, Weasley." "Yeah, yeah."

Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, best friends since first year of Hogwarts, the best rookie Auror's since Mad-Eye, left their two-bedroom apartment in Brentford, both with sports bags in hand. Ron had managed to put on a sleeveless shirt that was kind of too big for him. They chuckled to each other as they walked down the street, headed toward a gym. It was their day off, and they were beginning it with some sparring. They weren't fitness nuts, but they had been told to get in the habit of it, so they did. It came with the territory of being pretty much the magical equivalent of cops.

Harry had become a bit scruffy. Ever since childhood his outward appearance wasn't his biggest priority, and had never been a "pretty boy," despite being labeled as such in school. His messy black hair now extended to his shoulders and his face was touched from ear to ear with unkempt facial hair. It wasn't really a beard, just some added roughness to face. Ron was the complete opposite, ever since he began dating Hermione five years ago. He cleaned up really nicely, parting his hair in a neat fashion and had a handle bar mustache straight out of the forties that seemed to work for him. They were both twenty-two, adults, full grown. They were no longer the scruffy teens scrambling for a way to kill Voldemort. They were now roommates and partners. They had been through everything together, and were pretty much brothers.

"So, 'Mione told me to invite you and Ginny to dinner tonight. I already know you're free so have your Gin-Gin ready by seven, y'hear?" Harry chuckled. "Yeah, sure, mate. Maybe I'lll-" Harry froze, his sharpened instincts flaring at him. They were being watched. He looked to Ron, who had already began scanning. Faces, hideaways, anywhere someone… unsavory might be able to conceal themself. That's when Ron spoke. "Four o'clock, crossing the street. He's got-"

"A wand, I see it."

"Plan of action?"

"I follow, make it obvious, you sneak in on him. We corner when there's no one around him." As soon as Harry finished his sentence the two moved, Harry moving toward the man and Ron moving away. The ginger slipped into an alleyway and quickly apparated to the top of a building. He cast a quick vision enhancement spell on himself and used it to keep track of Harry and the mysterious man. The man was leading Harry on what looked a lot like a wild goose chase. Zig zagging through crowds, taking paths that lead the black haired-Auror in circles, and through long, secluded alleyways. He knew he was being followed, which was perfect because it was exactly what they wanted. He turned down an alleyway and Ron swiftly apparated, attempting to appear before the man and tackle him to the ground.

That's not how things went down.

The man cast the most volatile shield charm the two young Aurors had ever seen. It completely repelled Ron, unceremoniously throwing him down the alley. He then spun toward Harry in less than a second and fired off three spells simultaneously. A weak blasting spell hit a dumpster near him, throwing trash between them and ruining Harry's shot, or more like hindering it. A stinging spell that hit Harry in the stomach, causing him to cringe in pain, and finally the Cruciatus Curse that slammed into Harry's chest and dropped him to his knees. He refused to cry out in pain and a vein on his neck was bulging. His face was red with rage, pain, and immense force of will. The man took two steps toward him, leveling a wand at his face. "Pitiful." Out of nowhere he was tackled to the ground by Ron who pinned him to the ground and threw a punch to the man's face. He caught the fist easily, smirking a bit at Ron. He was pale and had burning red eyes, with hair as black as Harry's. He was dressed in a thick trench coat and a black suit. All black. Black sports coat, black button-down shirt, black pants, black shoes, black tie. Black. Ron may be dense at times but you weren't allowed to be an Auror if you were also an idiot.

"Vampire…"

"Good work, Ronald."

"How are you out during the day?"" Ron didn't much care how the leech knew his name, Vampires were tricky that way. He was more interested about how this one was out during their only safe time. "Strangely, I don't feel inclined to answer." He threw Ron off of him and back down the alley. He smirked and stood, facing the still pained Harry. He was trying to force himself off of his knees, but was unable to. "If you idiots killed Riddle's brat when you were only seventeen then he clearly couldn't have been the One of Prophecy." Harry merely sent him a very hateful glare. What the vampire didn't know was he was slowly undoing the effects of the Cruciatus with a trick Aurors were taught. The Vamire stepped closer to him, his smirk widening. "I am a bit hungry. This would be a good time to abate that hunger, wouldn't you say?" "No." Harry apparated from the spot and appeared over the unconscious Ron and fired a wall of stunning spells at the Vampire, who was forced by the sheer number to go on the defensive. Harry used that moment to apparate the two of them to the first place they could think of.

And that was how Harry Potter and Ron Weasley startled Molly, Arthur, George, and Ginny in the middle of a nice breakfast by apparating and crashing down on top of the table, unconscious.