I know i'm late on updating, but I've been busy with couple of my new fanfic projects. Plus, I couldn't decide which way I wanted this to go. (You will understand after you read.) So Enjoy!

Chapter 7: Missions

Harry sat on the street bench, observing his surroundings always looking for an escape route if needed. His paranoia caused him to do this wherever he went. His past had a way of getting to him, but the work he did wasn't helping either. Harry wished that Ginny understood why he did what he did. It was for her own protection, for his family's protection. He didn't want his mouth to be the reason he lost everything. The Dursley's had practically ingrained in him, his silence. But the hardships he had to face, he did in silence, mostly.

Harry had was welcomed to the assignment very quickly. Everyone there already knew his name. But he was introduce to the six working the task; Peter Clark, Nathan Gray, John Dawlish, Kacy Uley, Bria Hopkins, and his Supervisor Phineas Archer. The team got along alright, they didn't really agree on a few things, like how to manage the team

It was almost the end of January, and they had absolutely nothing. The Death Eaters had left them nothing to go on. The long the mission went, the more it started looking like muggle affairs. Harry had stated this many time to his supervisor, Phineas. Phineas was an older gentleman around his mid-forties. The man, to Harry's annoyance, was very stubborn and old fashion in his ways. Always telling Harry that he doesn't know what in Merlin's beard he is talking about. Though Harry knew muggle affairs better than most of the men on the team. A few of his coworkers like Peter, Kacy, and Nathan agreed with him. But Bria, an older women, and John disagreed. Bira would tell them that they were there to follow orders, whether they liked them or not. Wheres' John would tell them it would be better if they kept their heads done and did what they were told.

Harry signed, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. He'd been sitting on the bench since sunrise that morning. This was where they had been told a meeting would be held. Harry didn't think that it was like Death Eater's to meet. Though some of Riddle's followers, never seemed to know how to be discrete. He looked up watching the Carrows walk into the alley across the street. He followed them, down the alleyway, his wand at the ready.

"Oh, Potter! You think yourself so smart. Curcio." Harry fell to the ground, pain searing through his body. He raised his wand, "Expelliarmus." Amycus laughed as she blocked the spell, sending another Curciatus Curse at him. "You will pay for what you did to the Dark Lord! This war is far from over, Potter."

"Harry Potter the boy who lived. Ha! He doesn't know when it's time to quit. Do you, Potter?" Amycus laughed. "Sectumsempra." He leaned against the alley wall to prevent from falling back, as he sent non-verbal body bind spell at the Carrow siblings. The two siblings fell, unable to move. He heard footsteps heading his way, as he saw the others.

The team looked from Harry to the frozen Carrows. Peter went over helping Harry attempt to stand, who winced as he took a step forward. Phineas's face seemed to have steam coming out of his head, as his face was scolding frown.

"Boy, are you trying to get yourself killed? Your orders were surveillance only. You were not supposed to engage any of the Death Eaters. You disobeyed direct orders." Harry glared at him.

"Did you really think I would actually sit by while two wanted men walked by. These two have murdered and maimed in my home. I will not stand by and watch these two walk right by me."

Harry sat on the hospital bed, while the healer healed his injuries. He hated hospitals, the others had insisted that he go to one to get his injuries healed. He didn't think they were really anything, compared to previous ones, to bother the healer. Besides that he still had to do the paperwork for arresting the Carrows. He saw Kingsley smirking, as he walked up to him.

"Well, you did a nice job, Potter. I got an interesting review from Phineas. He's not very happy with you, Harry." Harry just laughed. "Well, I'm going to suspend you for two weeks from feild work after you've been cleared for work." Harry sighed, he didn't really mind being suspended. He grabbed the crutch next to his bed, to help support himself on his bad leg. "I need you to review some files, before the trial. There are a few that I need you to attend." The Minister stated, looking more like he was thinking than actually talking to Harry, with eyes darting every which way

"Who's trial?"

He called Kreacher, to disapparate him to the Burrow.

The Weasley's sat at the dinner table. They all were worried about their friend, who had been gone for nearly two months. They didn't know where he was, refusing to tell any of them. They didn't fault him for that, they way he grew up made him very paranoid. Ron sat next to his sister.

"Harry knows what he's doing he'll be fine."

"Yeah. I knew most of the time what I was doing, mate." They turned to see Harry walking into the house. He chuckled as they all looked at him like a ghost. "What! You all look like you've seen Dumbledore's ghost."

"What happened?" Molly asked helping him in sit down.

"I'm fine. Just had abit of trouble with the Carrow's. They seemed to have managed to escape from Hogwarts. But its alright, I managed." He smiled.

"Who did you have to work with?" Arthur looked at him, changing the subject.

Harry laughed. "Phineas Archer. The man doesn't know how do a dang thing, unless it has to do with his bloody wand. Stubborn git." Harry shook his head, while shoving the food Molly put in front of him in his mouth."

"Are you going to tell us where you were?" Ginny asked, hiding her feeling from him in her question.

"Berlin." He stated flatly, still shoving food in his mouth.

"That's where a bunch of Muggle's have been rallying for wars." Hermione stated shocked.

"Yeah, I know. I've tried telling them since the mission started, that its been muggle affairs. But Phineas wouldn't listen. The man doesn't know anything about muggles. We got the Carrow's by shear luck. They were in the wrong city at the wrong time." He finished his lunch, then stood up rubbing his face with his hand. The exhaustion more prominent on his face, with the baggy eyes. "I'm going up to my room. I need a nap, hardly got much sleep with all the watches." He gets to his room, falling on his bed. He is asleep once his head hits the pillow.

Harry walks up in the middle of the night. The word of the Carrow Alecto haunting him. He had no idea what he meant. How could the war not be over, Riddle is dead. Harry had seen him get hit with his own curse. They had destroyed all the horcruxes, hadn't they? So how was this not over? Not being able to get anymore sleep, Harry walked down the stairs as quietly as he could. He saw the kitchen light was on, as he walked in. Molly sat at the table, clutching a steaming mug of tea. She smiled when she saw Harry walk in.

"Couldn't sleep?"

"Nay, I just woke up. My sleeping habits are a bit out of wack." She smiled.

"Would you like a cup of tea, dear." He nods sitting down in the empty chair next to her. She handed him a cup, which he thank her for. She sighs, "Well, I think I'm going to head up. Try not to stay up to late, Harry." He said he would, but Harry didn't think that he would be able to, even if he tried.

Harry's thought rang true that night, as he couldn't manage to sleep at all. He ended up walking around the Burrow, hoping to get tired and be able to fall asleep. But his mind wouldn't shut up, he could help, but let the word of the Carrow. The possible meaning to the words snowballed his thoughts. He couldn't think about anything else, but he couldn't let anyone know that something was up. He had to deal with this on his own.

Next chapter will be up as I can get it finished. Like I said above I've been working on a few new fanfic projects and I wanted to get those stared and blah blah. Those will be up soon, so you should check my page later for them.

-BESH