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Work at the ministry was getting increasingly unbearable. The Minister for Magic - Millicent Bagnold - had incorporated a highly effective method for Death Eater trials. But other than that, she hadn't been able to contain the influx of former Death Eaters and pureblood supremacists into positions of influence and power. Corruption didn't always start at the head but it didn't mean that the head was able to control everything that happened. After the end of the war, money was becoming increasingly more necessary, to cover damages and build a number of things from scratch. So why would disgustingly wealthy pureblood families be denied positions of power if they expressed their gratitude in bank vaults filled with gold and Galleons.

"Adams, we have another case that needs to be wrapped up. Please head over to Crouch's office for a briefing," said one of the people working in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

She really hated Crouch. Even though he was hell bent on capturing every Death Eater out there, there was something not quite right about his unnecessarily cruel methods. His eyes always seemed cold and black, but a ruthless glint would show up every time a trial began.

"We need to get Damage Assessment done at this location," said Crouch, gruffly. It was always slightly disturbing to hear him spouting military terms every time he described a mission. "Shacklebolt will be accompanying you."

Kingsley Shacklebolt was another young Auror who never spoke much but was highly efficient at his job. She didn't mind working with him at all. He was one of the few people who didn't have an ego the size of North America.

"Ah! Kingsley! Sia! Headed off on some work?" said Arthur Weasley, bustling through the floo system.

"Yes. You look a little harried, Arthur. Is everything alright?" she asked him, curiously.

"What? Oh! Yes, well, Percy's just gotten a new pet. A rat. And Molly doesn't really approve. So things have been a little rough at home."

"A rat? I didn't think Percy would be into rats, to be honest," she said with a laugh.

"Oh yes. I didn't either. But he seems to like the ragged fellow well enough," said the red headed man with a shake of his head. "The creature's a bit tattered up actually. It's got a toe missing. But what can you do? The boy's quite adamant."

"I see," she said, smiling at him. "We should get going. Give my best to Molly and the kids."

"Of course!" he said, waving at them both.

"Do you know what this mission is about?" she asked Kingsley, as they headed towards the Apparation spots.

'A family was attacked."

"Alright. But that's been happening for a while now. Why are we being sent there instead of the new squad?" she asked, slightly confused.

"It was a family of Aurors."

A family of Aurors. She wracked her brains as she tried to remember which of the Aurors were part of a single family. Just as they apparated to the location, a sinking feeling hit the pit of her stomach. The house confirmed her suspicion as a cold shiver ran through her.

The Longbottoms had been attacked by a group of Death Eaters. Preliminary reports indicated that the assailants were Bellatrix Lestrange, her husband Rudolphous, his brother Rabastan, and a yet-to-be identified fourth member. They had used the Cruciatus Curse on Frank and Alice till they had gone insane. Healers from St. Mungo's were currently preparing to take them back to the hospital. She clenched her teeth at the sight of her friends and the state they were in. Blood was pounding in her brain, as she itched to track down those four bastards.

"Should we head back?" came Kingsley's deep voice.

She was broken out of her reverie by his words and she nodded her head in agreement.


It had been an extremely long day. She was still replaying the scene at the Longbottoms'. Tears had threatened to leak out on more than one occasion. It was just 20 minutes before she could check out and go back home. She wanted nothing else but to fall asleep and try and forgot the looks on Frank and Alice's faces.

"They've spotted him!"

One of the new trainees in the Auror program had burst in through the elevator, panting like crazy.

"Sirius Black! They've spotted him!"

"...he cut off his toe and transformed."

"It's got a toe missing."

Sia shot up from her seat, running towards the trainee.

"Where did they spot Black?" she asked, urgently.

"Somewhere in Surrey," he said, very excitedly.

"Who have they sent?" she continued, trying to calculate exactly how she would find out the location.

"I think it was team 2."


Sirius was cornered. A team of three Aurors had somehow managed to track him down. They had him trapped in an alley, his wand lying far away from him. He let out a hollow laugh. So this was how it was going to end. He would be going to Azkaban and Peter would still be on the loose with Harry staying at the horrid Dursleys'.

"Stupefy!"

"Petrificus Totalus!"

"Stupefy!"

Three blasts from somewhere behind the Aurors made them drop like flies. Sirius stared in shock at the attacker. She was panting heavily and looked like she meant business.

Auror Artemisia Adams had just attacked three other Aurors and was beckoning him to follow her.


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