The Good Guys

Summary: Draco wants a fresh start and joins the Ministry of Magic, but because of his past he is stuck on the Minor-Magical Crimes Unit. And not only are the cases ridiculous, he also gets stuck with the last partner on earth he thought he'd ever work with: Luna Lovegood. D/L

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the TV show "The Good Guys". This story is based on the television show.

Case #3

Expertise

The Ministry was buzzing just as much as when Draco left it that late morning as it was in the later afternoon. Luna seemed focused on the ice cream she had demanded he stop before entering the Ministry to get since they had skipped lunch. Draco wanted to close this ridiculous case before the day was over so he could get home and forget his horrible new job. Luna skipped next to him, keeping up with his long quick strides.

"Where are we going?" she asked as they entered an elevator and he pressed the button for the third floor.

"To talk to an expert, I told you."

"We should have brought that picture with us," Luna said, and he closed his eyes. She had said that four times already and Draco had wanted to take the picture, but how were they going to explain that to the Muggle? He was lucky enough to get out of there without Luna revealing who they were.

"Finish your stupid ice cream," he snapped as the elevator stopped on the third floor and they both got off through the sea of people. He looked around to see a long hallway crammed with more offices.

"Which way?"

Without answering, Draco began to walk briskly right, Luna skipping off after him. He turned a corner and they came to a sudden dead end, a door looking back at them. Luna almost knocked him down when he came to a stop and she didn't see him.

"Watch it, woman," he barked and she took a few steps back. She looked at the gold plate. Anderson Walker, Resident Expert on Muggles was written in thick letters on the plate and Draco knocked impatiently on the door. A few footsteps and then a sudden thud told them both that there was someone inside. The door slowly opened and another sea of papers and books came flowing out, and a small wizard was standing down below Draco's waist.

"Yes?"

"Muggle Expert?" Draco asked, almost disgusted at the man's office. It was a complete mess.

"Yes."

"I'm Draco Malfoy," Draco said, brushing past him and Luna skipped in after him.

"I'm Luna Lovegood," she said cheerfully, helping the man to restore his office with a few flicks of her own wand. He thanked her and sat down behind his little desk, no chairs available for either of them.

"We have a question about the Muggles," Luna said, looking up at Draco. He looked dark and brooding so the little wizard Anderson Walker only looked at her.

"What kind of a question? I was brought up in the Muggle World, so ask any question, I have all kinds of answers."

"In our case, a witch said that her Muggle neighbor stole her soul with a picture. We went to look at the picture, but it didn't move, at all! Is her soul really trapped in there?"

The man looked as if this were a joke but a swift look at Draco's unhappy face made him understand that it wasn't.

"You might find this strange, but in the Muggle World, it is perfectly normal for pictures not to move."

Walker awed them both with his extensive knowledge of the Muggle World and how the Muggles lived. Draco was even impressed with why it may seem the soul was taken because of an old Muggle myth. After fifteen minutes of listening to the expert go on about the foundation of this myth, Draco was done. He turned around and opened the door, looking over his shoulder at Luna.

"Come on, we're done here."

She smiled at Anderson Walker and thanked him before skipping after Draco. So the entire case was stupid, Draco thought to himself. The witch was just crazy. He was glad that was all it was, he was getting annoyed with thinking that some random Muggle could possess souls or something ridiculous like that.

"So this whole case isn't really a case at all," Draco said in the elevator to Luna who was playing with the hem of her Muggle skirt.

"That's disappointing…"

"We'll go back to the Copperfeild's house and tell her that there's nothing to worry about and then go home."

He led the way back out of the Ministry, his companion skipping heartily only a beat behind him as they entered the Knight Bus.

"Well, this nightmare of a stupid case is over and done with, let's just split after we tell the witch."

"Something is bothering me," Luna said, almost off-handedly.

"What?"

"I don't know… that Muggle… We identified ourselves as officers of their world and she did not allow us into her house like the witch did. She almost seemed nervous."

"Nervous about what?"

Luna did not answer as they rode silently towards the same neighborhood. Coppersfield welcomed them into her home again, and Draco swore there were twice as many plants now then there had been that very morning. He walked over to the window to see the curtain still closed next door. Luna explained the misunderstanding to the witch and while she still held onto the belief that the woman had stolen her soul, she gave in to leaving the neighbor alone and going about her business.

Draco and Luna exited the house with a wave from the witch and Draco looked up at the sky to see it getting orange. It was already almost eight. He tugged a little at his Muggle collar and looked around the neighborhood, a lone dog barking somewhere down the street. A woman suddenly appeared down the street, walking with her hands in her pockets and she motioned her head at them to come over. Draco noticed this but Luna had not, as she was about to walk away. He grabbed her by the upper arm, the third time that day, to nod at the woman nearby. From her apparel, she was a Muggle, but when Draco and Luna got closer, he had a sneaking suspicion that she was a witch.

"Detectives," she whispered, looking towards the Muggle woman's home, almost cautiously.

"Do you believe that gargoyles know how to fly?" Luna suddenly asked and Draco looked down at her. If this woman were a normal Muggle, she would have been surprised by the question but witch in her only made her smile.

"I suppose you two are from the Ministry?"

"I'm Draco Malfoy, and this is my partner, Luna Lovegood from the Minor-Magical Crimes Unit. We were called about a mistake involving the Muggle that lives next door to that other witch."

"Poor dear. I try to come by as often as I can. My son just had a baby so it has been hard for me to come and visit her regularly. She used to work for the Ministry you know?"

"Yes, we heard. Do you know anything about her neighbor?"

"Carla, I believe is her name. She is a photographer… but I worry about her," the witch replied, looking towards the house. "I'm Ellen Huckleberry, by the way. I live down there," she said, pointing to a house near the end of the long street.

"Have those two ever had problems before? There are no other complaints in the file," Draco said, making it appear under his long black overcoat with a flick of his wand.

"Not that I know of, but that Muggle worries me. One day a few weeks ago I was walking by and she was taking this dark lamp inside of her house with her. It worried me only because it had some strange markings that almost looked like Dark Magic. But I thought I was being silly, that there was no way an ordinary Muggle would be able to get their hands on something that had Dark Magic attached."

"Well, if you see anything else strange going on, just let us know," Draco said, flicking his wand again and making a small card appear with their office name and number.

"I will… Thank you."

Huckleberry walked away silently but Draco had a strange feeling that she had more to say but was just too afraid to say it. Luna seemed just as unconvinced as him because she gave him a long hard look. The look meant that they were not going home; they were going back to the office.

Draco and Luna sat across from each other in their cramped office, piles upon piles of papers and books all opened in front of them. Draco was currently reading a book about magical lamps and Luna was grabbing a book about Dark Magical Marks and lying down on the floor to read it on her stomach. She kicked her legs back and forth, Draco able to see her toes when she would stop on an interesting page and point them straight up. Silence filled the room as almost midnight came around the office. The door was opened slightly as the late summer swelter was making the room almost unbearable as they used many cooling charms to keep from suffocating. Draco turned the page in his book when he stopped on a section about Demonic Lamps. He began to scan it when he spotted one that sounded like the one that Mrs. Huckleberry had been describing.

"Woman," he barked, sitting up in his chair as her head popped up over the desk to look at him. He indicated to the book and she stood up and hurried over, looking over his shoulder to see what he was looking at.

"What is it?"

"This one right here," he said, pointing to the lamp. It was a short lamp with a black stand and a red cover made of glass, with many symbols etched out in them. Luna went over and grabbed her book, flipping through it and found a page that had the same symbols.

"It looks like the symbols on the lamp are from a spell that… steals the soul," Luna said slowly, putting her forehead on the desk.

"You've got to be kidding me…" Draco said in annoyance, sitting back in his chair. They were going to be going to see a Muggle in the morning.

- Another chapter up as quick as possible. I have spent most of this story in little dialogue, I've noticed... Hm... Oh well, thanks for all of the reviews and favs! Thanks for reading!

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