For being such a surly house elf, Kreacher could make a very decent meal. Conversation between Potter and I was light. I had spent so much time worrying over Harry and what could go wrong that I forgot to notice all that was going right. Harry was more like his old self. Sharp wit, cutting comments, and rapid repartee were making for an enjoyable dinner. We retired back to the living room for coffee. Harry continued to try to convince me to accompany him. I was going along of course, but it didn't hurt him to beg once in a while.

"You do realize that by assisting me, you will be breaking a few Muggle and Wizarding laws," Harry said, pacing in front of the fire.

"Lovely. As if I don't have enough to live down with my family name already," I sneered.

"It will be fun."

"Sure it will. You know I've always wanted to investigate the penal system from the inside."

"It's for a good cause."

"Like I really care that the King of Wizarding Germany fooled around and doesn't want his future Mrs. to know."

"Alright. I'll loan you the Invisibility Cloak and no one will see you. I have even developed a charm so that it won't blow off or get pulled away if it snags." Harry's eyes were bright and dancing with suppressed amusement. "I'll be in the house figuring out where the photograph is secreted away."

"Harry, professional thieves couldn't find that photograph. What makes you think you can do any better?"

"Why, the new Mrs. Douglas will show me of course."

Of course, why wouldn't she? I rolled my eyes at Harry's declaration.

"We have a little over an hour before she normally returns. I must change into my disguise and retrieve the other items we will need."

I frowned at Harry and he quickly assured me that it was a normal disguise with a couple of glamours. NoPolyjuice involved. Fortunately I did not need to change because of the invisibility cloak. It was really very considerate of Harry to let me use the cloak tonight since he wouldn't enlighten me as to his scheme until we arrive there. I would be able to assist and then remain nearby if needed with the cloak draped over me. Wait. I will be going along with the cloak draped over me for who knows how long. "Potter!"

"Yes, Draco?" Harry came bounding down the stairs. His hair was slicked back like I had worn it during our years at Hogwarts. He was wearing black slacks, black shoes and what looked like a Muggle priest's shirt. He had removed the scar; his eyes were a light brown and his face rounded by the use of glamour.

"That blasted cloak of yours is going to make a rats nest of my perfect hair."

"You're the one who didn't want to take the risk of being seen or caught. That is the best option I have to cover everything." He smirked again.

Blast it all. Whatever little tally system he had going in his head, I'm sure he thought that he was leading. He patted my shoulder, informed me that we knew he was right and that teasing me wouldn't be so much fun if I didn't get so worked up. I really hate it when he's right. Oh well, at least I wouldn't be arrested by Auror Weasel should he appear tonight. One of these days he is just going to have to get over the fact that Potter will always be better than him. Just grow up for Merlin's sake. After all, Weasley is making quite the name for himself on the force. It's not my fault I get to assist Harry occasionally on some very intriguing cases while the Auror department runs around like chickens with their heads lopped off.

"Here is the cloak and the new charm is Immobilis Integumentum. Ron can't even summon the cloak if this is used. Also the cloak won't slide off while running." Harry passed the cloak to Draco. "Let's go."

We Apparated into an alley behind a store at the end of the street. It was dusk and the streetlights were on. It was different than I expected. Quaint little Muggle homes lined the street that turned off into a small neighborhood market road. The yards were cared for and people were out visiting one another.

"At the risk of sounding redundant, exactly how do you expect to pull this off?"

Harry peered down the street. "The photo should be considered a double edged sword to Mrs. Douglas now. Chances are that she would be as reluctant to have it be seen by Mr. Nicholas Douglas in the papers as the King is. The biggest question always comes back as to where she is keeping it."

I rolled my eyes. "We know that. But why do you think it is in the house and why do you expect her to tell you when she has managed to keep it hidden away so well?"

"Well, her original plan was to turn it into the papers when the betrothal was announced on Monday. So the photograph could not be in a bank safety box or with her lawyer. She would want quick and easy access to it. Also people can be bought or politics can influence them. If you're planning on blackmailing a King, you don't make that kind of mistake. Also the photo is an 8 by 10. A Muggle cannot just walk around with it all the time. Her purse isn't big enough and she was mugged twice with them looking for it."

"But she has been burglarized as well. It couldn't be in the house."

"They didn't know where to look."

I was confused. "So where will you look then?"

"I won't." Harry's smirk was beginning to irritate me as much as my sneer irritated him in school. I decided to pop him upside the head because he couldn't see my frown. Harry laughed and meandered up the street toward Margaret Douglas's home. Stopping to speak with people in their yards. Harry stepped into his roll of a caring parish priest with such smoothness that I could almost believe he spent time in a monastery. Harry had just finished inviting a young couple to mass at Saint Mary's on Sunday when we heard a taxi enter the street.

The taxi stopped in front of Mrs. Douglas's home. As she exited the cab you could not help but notice that the small trim brunette was lovely. Her soft brown eyes, petite nose and rosy pouting lips appeared so sweet and innocent. Her skin was flawless and soft curls framed her elfin features. She turned to pay the cabby.

Suddenly a young ruffian accosted the lady, snatching her purse. Chasing him, Harry quickly intercepted the youth in Margaret's yard shouting "Thou shalt not steal!"

The ensuing collision knocked the purse to the ground and Harry went flying onto the front door concrete steps. The youth scrambled and got away. The young couple Harry had been speaking with to rushed over to help Margaret and the fallen priest.

"How bad is he hurt?"

"He's bleeding. Looks like a large cut on his arm and there is a nasty bump on his head. He's just dazed"

"Better than dead..."

Harry moaned and the gentleman helped him sit up. Several neighbors where comparing notes so that the police could be called. "That's alright. I forgive that young man. I'm sure he just needed money and has learned that crime doesn't pay. If you see him again, please direct him to Saint Mary's so that we can help him." Harry looked to be in pain but was quickly calming down most of the crowd. "I'll go to the police and report the incident so they can assist in locating that troubled young man." That settled down the group that had been objecting. Harry looked up into Mrs. Douglas's eyes and asked if he could possibly have a drink of water and a rag to clean up.

"Certainly." As she unlocked her front door, Harry attempted to stand up and proceeded to collapse again.

"He must have hit his head harder than he realized. Please bring him in and lay him down on the couch."

Living room lights came on and I watched through the window as Harry was helped to the couch. They laid him down while Margaret had disappeared to retrieve a clean cloth and first aid kit to tend to the gash on Harry's arm. This beautiful creature enamored me as she cared for my injured friend with her genteel grace and apparent kindliness. Oh, she was good, a Slytherine in Muggle form. When she finished, she left the room. I assume to put the kit away and to retrieve that glass of water that Harry had asked for earlier. Harry rubbed his head. That was my signal.

I pointed at a bush in front of her house next to the porch and murmured, "Incendio." It went up in flames.

Several neighbors shouted the cry of fire. The young couple, that had assisted Harry inside, ran out the front door and proceeded to look for and find the hose. The fire was quickly extinguished. As I watched through the window I saw that Margaret had rushed into the living room darting toward a set of shelves, just as Harry had tried to stand and partially collapsed again. Margaret then changed directions helping Harry back up as the young lady from next door went back in and informed them that the fire was out. Well I'll be - he did it. She showed him where she had hidden the photograph.

I moved down the street a ways to await Potter as the yard was quickly becoming the center of all neighborhood activity tonight and I did not wish to be stepped on or run over. When I saw Potter later I quickly asked. "Did you get the photograph?"

"No, but I know where it is."

"In the decorative shelving to the right of the fireplace?"

"Ah, you were watching. Yes, any woman of any age will quickly run to whatever they most care about when there is a fire. For a mother it will be to their children. For young ladies, their jewelry or other prized possession. Mrs. Douglas does not have children yet." Harry smiled. "That photo has been the most important item in her mind for a while. I could not get the photo tonight with all of the neighbors milling all around. So we will contact his Majesty, inform him of the marriage that has transpired and finish acquiring the photograph in the morning."

"So what now?"

"Time to alter the memory of the priests of Saint Mary's so that they remember that the assistant went visiting tonight."

As we were leaving Saint Mary's later there were several people bustling about on their errands. As Harry was closing the door we heard someone passing say:

"Good night, Mister Harry Potter."

The greeting seemed to come from a lad on a skateboard as he hurried by.

"I'm sure I've heard that voice before." Harry watched as the youth wove among pedestrians easily. "I wonder who it was."