I woke up the next morning, feeling as though I'd never had an experimental Charm placed on me. I felt completely refreshed, and was ready for a day of crime-fighting. I climbed out of bed, leaving Draco to sleep on (the man hated getting up before nine on most days. Most of the time I was the one dragging his lazy arse out of bed). Merlin greeted me at the bedroom door. I slipped my robe on and headed into the kitchen to make breakfast.

As I was pulling a plate out for an omelet, half the stack of dishes came falling down. Faster than I knew was possible, I caught them all and stuffed them back in the cupboard.

"Whoa..." I muttered, grinning as I looked at my hands. I finished making breakfast as Draco walked in sleepily. "Here, honey, I made you breakfast." I said, sliding a plate over to him.

"Thanks." he said thickly, staring at the food for a moment before digging in. "I'm going into the office today." he said as I made myself a cup of coffee.

"You do realize you need to get your arse into gear if you're doing that, right?" I asked. "You'll be late."

He shrugged. "Marcus doesn't really care if I'm late, so long as I get the job done."

I made a motion of general agreement when my mug tipped off the counter. I snatched it before it hit the floor, managing to get almost all the coffee, save for a few drops, back into the cup.

Draco stopped mid-chew and stared at me. "That... admittedly... was kind of cool."

I smirked. "Thank you." I checked my watch, then straightened up. "Well, I must be off. I'll make dinner tonight, sweetie."

"Can't wait." he said as I kissed him goodbye.

. . .

"Potter! Malfoy!" Robards snapped. "We got another one for ya!"

"What is it, sir?" asked Harry as we walked into the office.

"It's bigger than what we've been having lately." he said, handing us a pocket-sized file. "New group, calling themselves the Harbingers."

I made a face. "That's not particularly evil, is it?" I said. "A harbinger is-"

"A herald, yes." he said. "But a herald of what?"

I looked at him. "And you want us to find out?"

"No, I've already got Troy and Hushluck on that. I need you two to go down into Little Whinging and grab 'em, since that's where they are right now."

"Harry," I said, stuffing the little file into my pocket. "Get your Apperating pants on."

. . .

"Hey, Harry," I said once we were walking the streets of Little Whinging, his first home. "If you want to go back, I could probably handle this."

"Nah, I'm okay." he said, and judging by his silly grin, I knew he was telling the truth. "I made peace with this place a long time ago."

"Oh, good, 'cause I think I just found our targets." I said, gesturing to a group of black-cloaked people in an alley.

"Want me to start it off?"

"Be my guest."

"Oi!" he called, effectively getting their attention. "Any of you chaps know the time?"

This was how we always got into a mission. In case we mistook our target for some crazy Muggle doing a role-play thing (hell on our work, by the way. Halloween's even worse), they wouldn't think us asking the time or commenting on the weather was odd. But wizards doing something bad? They can tell we're Aurors just by looking at us. I mean, anyone else would think we're a couple of people with a variation of punk for a clothing style (as being this bad-ass just made you want to dress like it). But they know.

So, naturally, the second they saw us, they all took off. "Tch, amateurs." I snorted, thinking about all the Death Eaters who used Killing Curses on sight. "You go low, I go high." I said, tearing off to the left as he went right. There were three Harbingers going that way, so I pelted down the street after them. Being faster because of the Charm, I caught up with them pretty quickly. "Hey, boys, sorry to drop in like this, but-" I immediately began the "physical education" portion of my job. This is where I physically educate you in the fact that you're breaking the law. This was used because we couldn't let Muggles see us using magic, so we did things the Muggle way first. I had two guys on the ground by the time the third had enough sense to run.

"Oh, no ya don't." I snarled, dragging him back by his collar and pinning him roughly against a brick wall. Wow... this Charm really did make me kind of aggressive. "Who are you and who do you work for?"

"Put me down!" he squeaked.

"Yes, because you asked so nicely." I said sarcastically. "Answer my question."

"I – I can't!" he said. Was he... trembling? Merlin, even the Death Eaters weren't this sniveling.

"Why not?"

"I'll be executed!"

I rolled my eyes. "Look, we can protect you. Just give me a name."

"I... I don't know..."

"What do you mean, you don't know? You give us a name, we give you safety so you can testify in court. What's not to get?"

"I don't know the name!" he cried.

"Oh, for the love of-" I ripped off his hood, revealing him to be a pudgy blond man with a lot of freckles. "Do you have a name?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"I... I..." His eyes suddenly glazed over, and then he was gone. Just like that. All I was left with were two unconscious men (who were quickly stirring) and a pile of robes.

"Em, I lost them." said Harry breathlessly, jogging up. He took one look at the scene and looked directly at me. "Why are you holding someone's clothes?"

I was still staring wide-eyed at the pile myself. "Erm... I think the Pensieve would explain it better than me." I said.