A/N: Thought this story was lost, now its found and now we can continue. But first a flashback to the present. Enjoy.
6. Cause we know We're falling from Grace
December 31, 1999 11:20 P.M.
"Ron, where is he…"
I was knee deep in the middle of bringing up the circumstances of my and Hermione's feet inside the Chamber of Secrets to my coworkers in the MMAD when Ginny popped up behind me.
"Ginny not now…"
"Ron, I knew he was talking with you and Hermione about a half hour ago, I haven't seen him since."
Now that got me to my feet, as I grabbed Ginny and led her away I shot a glance at Hermione talking with Cho and Mum and she knew immediately to come running. As we broke off from the main party the look on Ginny's face was palpable fear. Fear that she hadn't seen since the final battle at school.
"Gin, listen he can't have gone that far."
"That far, did he tell you what I said…"
"Ginny, I knew…" Hermione nodded in agreement. "We both knew he was planning on proposing to you tonight. He seemed really upset that you turned him down."
Tears began to form in Ginny's eyes and Hermione hugged her tight while reassuring her friend.
"We'll find him Gin…we always will. Just go back and make sure nothing seems amiss."
All I saw my sis did was whimper and nod while she composed herself and headed back. I looked at Hermione with a mix of dread and fear.
"You still have that time turner?"
As I saw her reach back into the bag she famously brought on our trips and shook off the dust accumulated on the necklace, I wondered where Harry was now.
"Come on mate, where are you?"
1926 New York City
"Good Sir, may I ask of your name…"
In the crowd of people, I now stood out like a sore thumb. The bowler hat hair now staring directly at my face.
"Yes, you come on up I bet you know of the magical scum or what else we know can be found out."
The crowd of people brought me up the stairs and within seconds I now stared down the guy. Black suit near pale face and looking like he was sick to his stomach of being there but still spouted nonsense like American Muggle evangelicals.
"Now, why don't you tell us your name, and we'll see what I Creedence Barbone and the New Salem Philanthropic Society can do for you.
Somehow my wand in the jacket I have was not already pointing at this moment. But as I looked at Creedence smiling ever so fakery I knew something was off about him. Little did I know I was in the presence of what Newt would come to face in the next few weeks.
A/N: Two of the best come face to face in Chapter 7. Live for liposuction. As Always Subscribe for more.
