Drake rushed up the steps to his front door and it opened as soon as he reached it. Immediatly he noticed a copy of the Prophet on the table.

I wonder how fast news travels in the Wizarding world?

Drake looked around the house to find that no one was there. Next to the news paper there was a letter addressed to Drake. The young Ancient Runes professor figured that Javier must have brought it Adrianna, thinking that she might foward it to him. Drake was no fool, he knew that it was hard to get mail by owl across the Atlantic. He opened the letter and read it quickly. It was about the lecture that he was going to make in Florence, Italy next month.

"Those old professors. They can't remember that this event doesn't take place until next month?" Shaking his head he pocketed the letter and left a note to his wife and kids.

To my family,

Just leaving you all a little note to tell you that I made it home safe. I came home early because I recieved a note saying my experience was needed here. Please don't worry about me and if anyone comes by asking about me, tell them I haven't come home yet. I'll explain the next time I see you.

Drake

He left the note on the table where someone could find it (but only the people he wanted to find it), grabbed the book he needed and left.

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Hilderson cursed out loud after they found the plane empty and no sign of Professor Doe at the airport or surrounding area. All the muggles had to have their memories modified and if it were not for his detmermination (and large ego) he would have given up. He must have gotten away by some other means of transport.

"Faulkner! Pack your bags. We're going to Europe."

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Drake sat at a table in a dark corner of the Hog's Head with the book he had chosen. He was trying to figure out about this White Bumble Bee. It wasn't in any of the books he had read on magical beasts and it definitly wasn't anything normal. It must mean something else then. The book Drake had in his hands was a dictionary of sorts. A latin dictionary, and it was the first book that had come into Drake's mind.

"So it's Latin."

When Drake had decided to come to his house he was thinking of the only way he knew how to solve a problem: books. Books were Drake's best friend and he had a pretty good collection of them. He was just lucky that he had to search for the book he wanted for to long. He got up and left the pub.

Not long after Drake left, four men (two American, and two British) came into the bar and showed a photograph of someone to the bar man.

"No sir. I haven't had the pleasure of seeing anyone by that description."

"Damn it," Hilderson cursed. As soon as he and Faulkner had arrived their British counterparts had been contacted and an agreement had been reached. As soon as Doe was captured and found guilty, he was to be brought before America's own highest Wizarding court but the credit for the capture (at least part of it) would go to the British. After a few more questions the four Aurors left the pub. It could have been Faulkner's imagination, but he could have sworm the bar man had some sort of gleam in his eye when he bid them goodbye.

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There had been no contact from the Mistress. She said not to contact her, that she would contact them. For a brief moment James wondered if someone had got to them. Hopefully that was not the case. There had been no word from Malfoy either but that was to be expected. He was still a Death Eater after all and had taught James much since becoming his mentor.

There is no good and evil James. There is only power.

It didn't take long for James to grasp this concept. Anyone who did not believe this was nothing more then a weakling. Lucius had been a friend of his parents and had sort of taken him in after their deaths. He helped him find Lord Voldemort. He showed him how things could get taken care of more easily. Money of course was a huge and important factor. James's parents were rich, leaving their son with a large sum of money. Making donations to all the right people got you in the right circles. James was good at this of course. Very good. Unfortunatly these types of things were not going to help him in this case. He was at a complete dead. The Mistress didn't take the news lightly but said it was to be expected. She also said it was best to wait for her to contact him again before doing anything else. He could wait patiently if he had to.

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Drake couldn't help but feel his skin give a bit of a tingle as he made his way to Hogwarts Castle. The Hogs Shead pup was right there the entire time! He was so close and didn't even know it!

Well I'm here now.

AS soon as Drake left the pub he had sent a message to the Headmaster who had graciously accepted. Maybe he would have more information.

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Headmaster Albus Dumbledore looked down at the letter he had just recieved. Nicholas must have passed then. Sighing he wrote a reply and sent it off before steepling his fingers together