Hello there readers, chapter 3 is up as you can see. I haven't finished chapter 4 yet but I have a lot of free-time coming up, and the only thing that will stop me writing is writer's block. Anyway, so enjoy the chapter, then next chapter will be the memories Harry and Draco find in the basin, for some reason it's taking me forever to write.

Anyway, please review, I've got loads of people on story alert and yet no-one will review.

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RippedIntoPieces

Disclaimer: Don't own, will never own, however Andrew the OC is mine.

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As predicted, Robards was not happy to hear that Harry and Draco had failed to catch a 'simple civilian' as he'd phrased it. He'd already threatened them with paperwork, and Harry had not spent 3 gruelling years working to become an Auror to end up stuck behind a desk. He'd promised the head Auror that the two of them would try their best to catch the criminal. The only problem being that they had no actual way of finding him.

Draco had decided that if they couldn't talk to the man himself, they could at least search his belongings; firstly, to follow ministry procedure and confiscate any remaining dark artifacts that should be confiscated in case they were a danger to the public and secondly to find out who he was, who his friends were and where he would have gone to escape the Ministry.

Harry was perfectly fine with this, as it gave him an opportune moment to delve into work and to ignore the rather awkward night before. He was disgusted to think he'd cried in Draco's arms like a baby, but the spell he'd been shot with had had brought every memory of the war rushing back to him. The months on the run, Sirius, Malfoy Manor, Voldemort, the dead lying on beds in the Great Hall; all of Harry's worst memories had been brought to the front of his mind and turned into a twisted nightmare. He'd woken believing he was once again an inch from death, and now that he had no reason to fear for his life, the idea of dying when everything was finally over, terrified him.

Upon waking up, he'd clung to the first human that was capable of comfort, and it had happened to be Malfoy. Draco had remained silent about the night before, and Harry had assumed he'd stored the memory as blackmail for a later date. Auror's under 'emotional stress' were removed from cases until they could prove that they could work in a morally uncompromised manner. If Harry was removed from work, Draco would either get a new partner or have the ability to work on his own, something Harry knew he was eager to do.

Harry was busy debating whether he should mention the night before to Draco when they arrived at the Mr Cleveland's house with the sun rising over the row of houses and bathing them in pale, watery light. They checked the house for curses, making sure they weren't attacked by any hidden spells that had been placed in the buildings framework.

After checking for a human presence and removing a rather nasty stinging curse which attacked Harry upon realising that, he was trying to enter the property without permission from its owner they entered the house almost unscathed, prepared to search the house and battle any other remaining obstacles.

They entered the man's study, a dark circular room which was lined with grimy, glass cabinets. The room reminded Harry slightly of Dumbledore's study, as he peered into one of the cabinets to see a strange arrangement of spindly objects lying on the shelf. A small glass pendant filled with a substance that looked a lot like blood caught Harry's eye. Intrigued, he reached for the cabinet. He opened the door to the cabinet quietly picking up the pendant, intent on finding out what it was, and whether it was particularly dangerous. He held the pendant in his outstretched palm, he watched as the light of the room glinted in the liquid inside.

'Put it back Potter.' Harry's head snapped up at the voice, as Draco looked at him with a distasteful expression; Harry glanced at Draco, his fingers curled round the pendant, clutching it tightly. He wasn't sure why, but he really wanted to find out what was in the pendant, the thick red liquid that was sloshing around inside it was rather intriguing. He looked Draco head on,

'Why?' Harry asked brazenly

'Because we don't know what it is! And you've already been cursed once this week, we don't need a repeat of events. I know we need clues but messing with unknown objects is not the way to go about it!' Draco snapped furiously, his pale face reddening steadily. Harry put down the pendant hurriedly, afraid of angering the blond any more than he already had. He let his gaze linger on the pendant, the red liquid still glimmering in the dim light before he looked up at Draco to meet the blond boy's stony gaze. He instantly dropped his gaze and instead allowed his eyes roved round the room, they fell on the stone basin hidden in the corner of the room. The pale, eerie light of a pensieve lit up the corner and area surrounding it. Harry smiled slightly; he turned his back to Draco, his smile growing wider.

'On the other hand, we do know what that is.' Harry grinned, gesturing to the pensieve.

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Draco glared at Harry, who was approaching the pensieve with an impish smile on his face. He rolled his eyes at Potter's childishness, and sighed wearily.

'Indeed Potter, we do know what that is. But why are you so eager to go snooping in a stranger's memories? That's not the usual honourable Gryffindor way is it?' Draco sneered slightly, adopting the 'lecture' pose that Harry had become accustomed to; arms crossed and a scowl covering his face.

'Well, he's not here to stop us is he? And I think we should go ahead and look. We need some clues, and this house is just full of junk,' Harry said inattentively, walking close to the pensieve, pulling his wand from underneath his robes. He swirled the memories about with the end of his wand, the silvery liquid swishing round the stone basin. Draco scowled but made no attempt to stop him; Harry continued to stir the memories around, debating whether to dive straight into the memories and return when he wished, or to watch the memories from the afar. Whilst he stood still, his brow furrowing, Draco moved forward to stand next to Harry; Harry glanced at him and Draco raised his eyebrows slightly, and then directed his gaze at the pensieve.

'Scared Potter?' Draco sneered, quoting his younger self.

'You wish.' Harry said grinning, leaning forward and allowing his head to touch the memories before being sucked into the basin and thrown into the past.