A/N: Final chapter! I had fun writing this & I hope you guys enjoyed it! Also, something weird is happening with the website because reviews were submitted and I got email notifications and the count went up, but its not there. Anyway, thank you scrappy8 for your phantom review!

Harry and Ginny woke early the next morning to begin their research. The local aurors had, with Harry's prompting, decided to try and locate HIlevi's friend Pat, as it seemed he was the person who had been in the most contact with the suspect over the last week. While that search was in progress, the Potters began looking into ways one could use a stone to discover it's original location. It seemed that the most likely method would be some sort of complex ritual that worked like a tracking charm on a larger scale, but this vague notion did not provide any clue as to where Hilevi would go once she had the Orichalcum.

Ginny looked up from the books Hermione had send from London, "I know having the stone here meant Hilevi would have an easier time pulling off the heist, but maybe this particular location was about more."

Removing his glasses, Harry dropped them on the table and rubbed his eyes tiredly, "That would narrow our inquiry – d'you mean a specific location that has to do with the ritual?"

Nodding, Ginny stood to crack her back and stretch her sore muscles. Still gripping her toes she craned her neck up to look at Harry, "Right. Are there any locations that are particularly…magical?"

Harry slid his glasses back on to the bridge of his nose, "That would make sense – there is a lot of magical history and lore in this area."

Ginny retook her position at the table, "Maybe Agnes knows? Or can connect us to someone who does?"

"You chat with her while I check in with the aurors about Pat."

Signaling her agreement with a thumbs-up, Ginny shooed Harry toward the floo, "Alright then, get out of here Mister."

Harry let Ginny propel him toward the flames for a moment, before turning around, "I get the feeling you're trying to get rid of me Mrs. Potter – are you seeing someone on the side?" he asked with a forced frown.

With a mock gasp, Ginny clutched her chest and gripped Harry's arm, "Oh! You've found me out! Please don't hurt Gilderoy!"

Unable to contain himself at that proclamation, Harry erupted with laughter, borne of Ginny's wit, his own lack of sleep, and the tension that comes with a time consuming investigation. Ginny smacked his rear, "Enough of that now, move along sir."

After a brief embrace and a quick but meaningful kiss, Harry disappeared into the emerald flames and Ginny went in search of a certain innkeeper.

Wandering through the quiet inn, Ginny found the mudroom that lead to the Finlay's vegetable garden. Golden light and fresh air spilled through the square left open by the cracked half door. Peering around the yard, Ginny spied Agnes kneeling beside a bed of rhubarb, if the sign posted in the dirt was any indication, "How're the veggies Agnes?"

The older woman stood and brushed the dirt off her apron, tossing a few weeds into the pile that had amassed while she tended the small patch, "Growing rhubarb now, Mr. Finlay loves a good rhubarb pie."

Ginny smiled, "We'll have to come back and sample yours sometime."

"Aye, you'd be sorry to miss it, if I do say so m'self…but I have a feeling that's not what you want to talk about, miss."

Chuckling, the younger woman nodded, "Cannot fool you Agnes. We've actually made some great headway, but we're struggling to determine where to go from here…"

"Ah yes, and how can old Agnes help?" the innkeeper inquired, gesturing toward a small bench nestled under a nearby rowan tree with sporadic sagging branches weighed down by bunches of small red berries. After the two settled into their seats, Ginny tucked one foot up underneath her, "So I don't know how much I'm allowed to share about specifics, but we believe that the person who stole the bludger will be using some location on the islands that is known for its magical properties…maybe has a history of being used in complex rituals?"

Agnes fiddled with her lace trimmed apron pocket, "Well these islands are steeped in legend, some true, some not. But if I had to wager a guess, I'd say that Maeshowe was what you're lookin' for."

"Maeshowe?"

Nodding, Agnes continued, "It's an old chambered cairn, just looks like a grassy hill from above ground, mind you. Thousands of years old it is. Used as a burial site, but the magic is strong there."

Ginny's eyes blazed with interest, "Have the muggles found it?"

The innkeeper thought for a moment before answering, "Back in the 1800's they excavated it, but they never realized what they'd truly found. The original builders, powerful witches and wizards, aligned the structure with other sites they'd built, harnessing the magical power of each, with Maeshowe as a sort of center of the group."

Just as she was about to ask more questions, Harry's voice sounded from inside, "Ginny? We've had a development."

"We're out here, dear, and so've we," Ginny called.

With that, Agnes rose and grabbed a shallow basket full of fresh carrots, "I'll leave you two investigators to discuss things, but call me if I'm needed, dinner's gonna be lamb stew this evening," she said with a kind smile.

Harry emerged from the back door as Ginny had earlier, with a wan smile, "I hope your news is good, because Pat is missing – so instead of helping us, it's likely he's working against us."

"Well, while you were out, we think we've figured out where Hilevi, and probably Pat, are going to carry out the ceremony," Ginny replied from her shady perch.

"Do tell, miss," Harry said, his eyes sharpening with renewed vigor for their undertaking.

After Ginny brought Harry up to speed with the information Agnes had provided, he flooed the auror office to request some maps of the area so they wouldn't go in to the situation blind to the terrain. As he examined the maps, Ginny poked him in the side, where he was slightly ticklish, "Look at you planning ahead, Hermione would be so proud."

Harry turned his head with a laugh, eyes sparkling, "I'm on orders to fix things before Norway severs diplomatic ties with the Ministry because of an ancient hunk of rock that people used to bash each other's heads."

"I see you've been speaking with my brother."

"Percy does have a way with dramatizing the worst case scenario," Harry snickered.

Ginny laughed and made herself comfortable in an arm chair in what had slowly evolved into the center of operations for the bludger caper investigation team, we should have a name…with a catchy acronym. As she munched on one of Agnes' fresh biscuits, which had been delivered with a finger wag and a warning to 'not spoil dinner,' she queried whether they had a plan in coordination with the aurors.

"Ah, much as I do prefer going it alone, we thought it'd be best to have back up ready, but we'll be the initial entry team."

Washing down the last crumbs with some tepid milky tea, Ginny looked up in surprise, "Really? I was expecting they'd shunt me to the side for the 'real' stuff."

Harry lowered the Maeshowe schematic he was studying to peer at Ginny over the top of his glasses with a mischievous look, "There may have been an argument made in your favor related to your connection to the perpetrator and her family."

Ginny stood excitedly and strode behind Harry, placing a smacking kiss on the crown of his head, "I knew there was a reason I married you."

Humming his assent, Harry muttered dryly, "Thank you dear, in the spirit of openness I'll tell you I married you for the fame."

With a laugh, Ginny disappeared out the door and up the stairs to their cozy room where she would change into what Harry called 'comfortable and inconspicuous clothes' and she called 'justice trousers.'

After a quick dinner provided by the lovely Mrs. Fenley, Harry and Ginny apparated from the back garden to an area hidden by a small copse of trees. The plan was to slowly and quietly make their way into the underground cairn, avoiding detection until the time was right. The couple had spent the afternoon carefully studying the inner chambers of the age-old mound. Aurors had stationed themselves at various hidden points around the mound, some disillusioned and situated on top of the structure itself. Although the single entrance put Harry and Ginny in a precarious position as the 'invading party,' the anti-apparition wards erected by the aurors would ensure that this small doorway was the only means of escape for Hilevi and Pat.

Ginny felt a quick tap on the top of her head, followed by what felt like slowly melting snowball dripping down her body. She watched as the slippery feeling descended her body, dragging all color from her and allowing a nearly translucent appearance. Turning, she saw the tips of Harry's beat up trainers disappear; the only reassurance that he was still present was the slight impressions he left in the slim blades of grass, barely visible in the dim light.

Harry fumbled until he found her hand and squeezed it encouragingly, "Ready partner?"

Nodding, then chuckling quietly as she remembered her invisible state, Ginny whispered a quick 'yes' and brushed a kiss over Harry's knuckles. After a moment, he placed her hand on the back of his belt, which she grasped as they began their short trek toward Maeshowe. As they got closer, Ginny peered around the entrance, searching for any indication of their back up, but well-executed charms and the dim light of the moon combined to make them imperceptible, even to her knowing eye.

Just as she began to wonder how they would navigate the dark tunnel beneath the springy earth, Harry paused and tapped his glasses before he proceeded, whispering, "night vision," in answer to her unasked question.

Ginny quirked a brow, he really must teach me all his tricks, but proceeded to follow without further questioning, that would come later. As they entered the darkness, Ginny ran her fingers over the rough, uneven rock shards that lined the walls. Her eyes adjusted to the blackness, which combined with the sliver of moonlight that slid through the entrance, allowed her some semblance of vision. According to the charts they'd acquired, the main chamber, the most likely location for any ritual, was about 8 meters from the entrance to the central cave. A brief brisk walk placed Harry and Ginny at the opening to the wide space, lit by torches and four spherical fire pits arranged in a diamond shape, the bludger hovering in the center.

Harry used his free hand to clasp Ginny's as the two slipped around the corner into the cavernous room. HIlevi was in the corner, pouring over an ancient tome and muttering some melodic incantation as Harry raised his wand in preparation to silently stun and bind her, when Pat entered from a side chamber. Harry pressed his lips close to Ginny's ear and whispered almost silently, "You go for Pat, on three."

He squeezed one, two, three, and both Potters shot stunners and quickly followed with binding spells, as the partners in crime dropped to the floor. According to plan, Harry's patronus left his wand with a message to the local auror team that the 'suspects' had been apprehended and they could now enter Maeshowe. As their back-up entered, Ginny's face slowly reappeared before she tapped her husband's head as well, his emerald eyes lit up in triumph, "Flawless performance madame. I think a celebration is in order after I write up our report."

"Awfully forward of you Mr. Potter," Ginny volleyed as she muttered a quick lumos and lead the way out into the night.

Harry made his best effort at a sensual expression, which only caused Ginny to laugh, "Oi! I'll have you know I make many a witch quiver with desire."

Ginny raised an eyebrow incredulously.

Harry grinned, "Well at least one witch."

"It was one time," she argued with a slight blush.

"So you don't deny it!" Harry answered in the manner of an interrogator.

"Well once isn't enough for a real answer…just ask Hermione."

"I'd rather not involve Hermione if you don't mind."

"Anyway, the point is, I'm going to have to test this claim," Ginny whispered, tangling her fingers in his hair, gently biting down on his ear lobe, "for the next week…repeatedly."

Harry moaned, "I bloody well hate paperwork."