Disclaimer: I am only a puppeteer, using Happy Potter characters as my puppets in my stories. These characters belong sole writer of Harry Potter books and I am no money from using them in any of my fantasy stories.
Warnings: M/M, language, Fluff, mention of sex and MPreg (MPreg might come into the story later on), Humor HP/DM, HP/OC, HG/RW Past HP/GW, past HP/OC(s), PMS-ing, and gossiping.
Beta: By my husband and I (not by his choice)
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Chapter 3
Monday.
The start of the week. The hardest day to set in motion.
I never minded mornings. Well, after 7:30, I didn't mind. I was used to it after all those years at the Dudley's and then Hogwarts.
Getting up early was the easy part. But getting motivated...well that a while different story.
Struggling to find my wand under the pile of tossed bedding at seven in the morning was a job itself. My daily trip to the shower, throw on a set of clothes, a brown Auror robe, grab a fresh pastry from Kreacher, and finally floo to the Ministry.
The Ministry changed a lot after the war. Money was spent to change the security, public halls, and the general order of things.
Entering from the street, the main hall, is circular with magical location maps plastered on the floors, ceilings painted with images of historical wars, walls covered in golden wallpaper, and in the center, a water fountain of Merlin looking up, holding his wand in one hand.
Be hind the circle was a large reception area. There were several seating areas, a new stand for the daily newspapers, and a small indoor café serving organic teas, bad coffee and simple sandwiches.
As you walk down further, a larger desk with a sign ' Visiting and Employee' entrance to the right and to the left was the floo network.
The idea was that any wizard entering would have to go through the authorization check point.
The visitor station has few larger wizards checking wands, guiding appointments, and logging information.
Any employed wizard had a silver clasp ring about an inch wide at the tip of their wand. Employees could enter at one of three door ways with just a tap. Three archways with card size boxes to the left were used as employee entrance to the lifts. The boxes were to check your wand and magic signature, so no one could steal an employee's wand or polyjuice themselves to enter.
The system was placed so no one may enter or leave without the Ministry knowing who you were and where you were going.
The down side were the lines. Most employees enter around 7:45 to 8 am, overcrowding the employee's center for about twenty minutes or so.
The archways flow into a ten by ten hallway entrance to the three lifts, where more lines build up and you wait another five minutes.
After my overcrowded lift trip to the fifth floor, I step into the Dark Arts and Artifacts department. Where I greet Lindy. Petite, motherly graying blond hair woman, in her late forties. The department's receptionist.
"Good morning Lindy. How was your weekend?" I ask.
"Oh, same as always Mr. Potter, thank you for asking. I believe I have few messages for you this morning." handing me a small stack of hand written papers. "OHH! And a package came for you by owl this weekend from the research department, I left it on your desk, dearly." she happily sighed to me. "I was expecting my grandbabies this weekend but unfortunately they came down with that rash that's going around. So, I left you those cookies you like on your desk. An old women like me hasn't got a chance to eat all of them by myself. Don't want them to go to waste. Just make sure Mr. Weasley doesn't get to them first. He'll have them gone faster than you can call an elf, I tell you. That child eats like he still a growing boy."
"Thanks Lindy! Sorry to hear about the grandchildren. I hope they get better soon. But till then, I will gladly accept any baked goods from you, Miss Lindy. I will go and set aside some for Ron and hide the rest before he gets here. You're the best!"
A labyrinth of cubicles in the center of the fifth floor were just pass Lindy's desk. To the west you could see walls line in bookshelves. Filled with books about artifacts and dark spell for incoming cases. South were large conference rooms and laboratories. North were a set a offices where the head of the departments. My office was located on the north third on down from the center.
Three years ago, I was promoted to Head of Raid and Search Warrants. I was placed in the DAAD department due to the amount of raids this department uses in their cases a year.
My job was simple, but left no room for errors. A case would show up, I would review the case file, and make sure there is enough evidence for the raid. From there Ron or I would gather a team for a meeting, go over all files with the case lead, file the paperwork, get approval and head out with a large team to raid a property. With every case we received, there is a time limit of twenty-four hours to complete the review and raid to unsure no leaks.
There are days where we might get one or two raids and others where over fifteen. Because we only worked Monday through Friday, every other weekend one of us were on call. Surprisingly, not many raids happen on weekends.
But Mondays were busy. I walk into my office to find four case files already on my desk, add the package Lindy told me about and the stack of papers...wait! A small light blue envelope catches my eye.
I groan. I know what hidden demand live in that small envelope. I know it had a Ministry stamp on the back. I knew it was going to be a bad day.
An invitation to an charity event.
Rounding my desk, I fall into my chair, pick up said nightmare invitation, and prey that all they want is some money.
But of course...
Dear Mr. Potter,
On behave of blah blah blah we would formally invite you to blah blah blah blah blah event.
No matter what, the Ministry would make sure I go. Good publicity, great image to uphold, and whatnot.
Why can't it be Friday?
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I was still with Ginny when I first started looking for a flat. We ended up placing a bid on a three bedroom not far from the Ministry. I really didn't put much though into where I wanted to live, I left it up to Ginny.
Two days later Ginny and I broke up, and I ended the contract on the flat.
Thinking back on it now, life would have been dreadful living right outside of Diagon Ally. I ended up picking a flat out a bit in a muggle London community. It was a cozy penthouse flat with two beds, one bath, an extra loo, that had an amazing view of the small town below. Of course it was very private with layers and layers of wards. Privacy was top priority.
My flat was a fresh place for me to stretch my wings and live a little.
But now I have a new roommate.
By the time I got to the living room to pick out a kitten, last Sunday, most the family had picked the littler apart. I was hoping that if I had to take one of the cute destructive critters home, I would have been able to choose a boy. The one kitten left, was a girl.
In the end, I didn't care. I scooped her up and on she went to my flat. At first I was worried about the damage she could do.
She went into hiding the first day. Second day she explored. Third day she started eating my shoelaces. After a hard conversation with shoelace eater, I went out and spend some unbelievable amount of money of cat toys. Hermione went with me so I shouldn't have been that surprised.
By Wednesday, I was greeted when I came home from work. The soft kitty and I were starting to become friends.
I named her Shoelace Eater.
Well I did until I got an hour lecture from Hermione about the importance of a name and how it can effect confidence. And whatever nonsense she was spewing.
So I named her Hailey.
I come home, we have play time, she would disappear, I would eat dinner, double check some reports and correct information, She would curl up next to me and purr. Bed time, I sleep on my stomach and she would sleep on my back.
We got along great!
Kreacher hated her.
Kreacher still live at Grimmauld Place, but would show up twice a day. First thing in the morning to clean a bit, make breakfast and later in the afternoon to make dinner.
It seems that Mrs. Black hated cats. And so Kreacher did too.
Hailey for the most part, stayed away from the older elf. But that didn't stop the hundreds of complaints from Kreacher.
I was hoping for a peaceful evening when I arrived home Friday. This past week was a long and tiring mess. Paperwork had gone missing, we raid the wrong house because of mistaken address, someone set a house plant on fire, plus Ron found the stash of cookies Mrs. Lindy left.
The gods were working against me. Kreacher greeted me at the door. A very white, flour covered Kreacher. Hailey must of decided she was bored, and went into the kitchen to explore. While Kreacher was making dinner. Forty-five minutes, of my life that I will never get back, was spent on Kreacher's bitching.
After sending the upset elf away to clean the kitchen, I decide to go down to the local cafe and bring back some food.
Saturdays were my sleep in days. No one bothers me before noon.
But being on call this week, I got my first floo call about one in the afternoon. Followed by one at three.
Going into the office during the weekend was never ideal. But a break in a big case was top priority.
I ended up coming home around seven at night. The successful raid took a bit of time and paperwork before I could leave.
I had about an hour before my pub meeting with Malfoy. And after a week like I had, I could hardly wait.
After a quick shower, I dress in a pair of faded blue jeans and a polo shirt.
The pub was a few blocks south from my flat. The Whatsheat was dark hole with eight or so tables and a long wooden bar. The bartender, Alex, was an old polish chap that believe a little love, and a little sprits would make the world go round.
I always order Knotgrass Meads for my first drink and head down to the end of the bar.
Two more Knotgrass and three shots of Quintin Blacks later, I was pretty slosh and ready to go home. I called out to Alex to check the time.
"Oi, Harry! It's about a wee past midnight, it is." he replied.
Just to add on to my bad week.
No Malfoy.