He stared the stuff spread out on his bed – all the stuff he had to pack by tomorrow. He looked at his little knapsack, alone not nearly large enough for all his junk. But Ginny had charmed it to make it bigger, a great help. Carefully, he loaded everything inside.

"Harry! Harry!" Teddy screamed, running into Harry's room. "You leave, Harry?"

"Yeah, I'm going on a trip for a few weeks."

"You stay here. I get you something." Teddy went down the stairs slowly, ran around downstairs, and then came upstairs slowly. Harry waited patiently for him.

"Here!" Teddy shouted, holding aloft one of his stuffed animals.

"Who is this?" Harry asked.

"Remmy! Take him with you. He wants to go with Harry!"

"Really?"

"Yeah!" Harry took the little dog toy and held it in his hands.

"Don't lose him!" Teddy said sternly.

"Of course not."

"I want him back, too." Teddy crossed his arms and stared at Harry.

"Of course."

Harry remembered when Teddy got this stuffed animal. It had been given to him by Remus, the dog's namesake, when Teddy was first born. Originally, the fabric had been turquoise, just like Teddy's hair, but it had faded to a light blue over the years. Andromeda had stitched it up a few times, and it had been washed even more than that.

"You know, I think Remmy should stay with you," Harry said.

"He'll protect you!" Teddy said, anger rising in his little voice. "If you leave him, he can not protect you! He protects you!"

"Ok…ok…" Harry looked at the little dog and put it on his bed with his other things. "Remmy will protect me."

Teddy grinned and hugged Harry's leg.

"Come on," Harry said, picking up the little boy, "let's go eat dinner."

3

Harry stared at Bresnen, both of them going through tracking methods.

"How did you catch the muggle abuser?" Bresnen asked. "you did it in record time. Faster than even I managed. How did you do it?"

"I…have my ways," Harry said.

"No, not here you don't. You have the ministry's ways. Anything you do individually is bogus. No one will legitimize it."

"There's a spell that reveals trails of magic."

Bresnen looked at Harry, a bit surprised.

"Really?"

"Yes. Each wand leaves a different trace. You latch onto the trace of a certain wand, follow it, and its good. It doesn't work in the wizarding world that well because of all the trails going everywhere. It's most beneficial for tracking wizards in the muggle world."

"I'm surprised you know about that," Bresnen said suspiciously. "Not many people, even the auror department, know about the distinctive trails of magic."

"I was trained under Albus Dumbledore."

"As were many."

Andy entered the room and sat down next to Bresnen.

"What kind of disguise did you bring?" Andy asked.

"Polyjuice potion," Bresnen said.

"Invisibility cloak," Harry said.

Andy stared at Harry, speechless.

"How did you get one of those?" Bresnen asked, clearly impressed.

"It was my father's."

"Ah, James…yes…I remember him mentioning that," Bresnen said.

"You worked with my father?"

"Very briefly before he died. Hardly a week."

"Well, both of you have good disguises, I suppose. Harry, you might have trouble in crowded places, but other than that is brilliant. Porter and Max are supposed to be here soon." As if on cue, the pair of them walked in, both looking a bit stressed.

"You have your disguise?" Andy asked.

"Yep," they pair replied. "Transfiguration."

"Ok…are we ready to go?" Bresnen said, looking around. His four subordinates nodded. "We're going to apparate to Diagon Alley to start. There's a small apartment in London that'll be our headquarters. Make sure you have your wands. Apparate to the joke shop basement. You know where that is, Harry?"

"Yep."

With a crack, the five of them disapparated.