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Harry Potter
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Tired of it.
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Chapter Seven: Ministry response.
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NOTE: The phone number and address mentioned I made up.
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Minister of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt sat behind his desk going over paperwork that had piled up over the previous day, as he had taken it off to spend Valentine's with his wife in Paris. He was reading over a piece of legislation that was trying to be forced through the Wizengamot when there was a knock on the door.
Not looking up from the bill he snapped out, "Enter."
Auror second grade Ron Weasley stepped into the room, "Sir, we have a sighting."
Kingsley set the paper down and looked up at the young redhead in confusion, "a sighting of who?"
"Potter, Sir," Ron snarled out.
"Where?"
"Some restaurant in a muggle hotel in London," Ron said as he opened the notebook his wife suggested for noted and flipped through it, "The listing charms we have on the Dursleys home placed him at the Oval in the Wellesley London Hotel with some woman. He was going by Lord Potter."
"I see. Take your squad there, and find out what you can. Make sure you are in muggle clothes and use your muggle id as identification," Kingsley ordered.
The door opened and his secretary came in and laid the Daily Prophet on his desk with the main story up, "Sir, you will want to see this," she said as she tapped the story.
Kingsley looked down at the paper and saw that Rita had beaten them to it again with her story.
"Crap," Kingsley said as he finished reading the story and handed it to Ron, "Seems Rita beat you to the story."
"What?" Ron asked as he picked up the paper and quickly read it.
"Damn it!" Ron snapped in anger.
"Remember, make sure you are in muggle clothes and use your muggle police id as identification," Kingsley ordered.
"Yes, Sir. We have him, now," Ron snarled out.
"I want him alive, Mr. Weasley," Kingsley snapped out as he saw the look on Ron's face.
"Yes, Sir," Ron replied as he left the room.
Kingsley leaned back in his chair and thought of the young man he once knew. How he had wanted to be an auror back then. The last time he had seen him was when he helped secure his family fortune from the Goblins and settled the debt of the damages to Gringotts by offering them several of the wiped out dark families fortunes. He wished he could call off the search. It had been five years since he'd left, but the Wizengamot was determined to bring him back; by force, if necessary. What if he was married and had children by now, or had a career that he enjoyed. What would they do? Take his family away? That would piss Harry off the most, because from what his friend Hermione had told him; that was the one thing he wanted most in life.
He'd had to laugh when the Wizengamot's vault seizure was enforced in Gringotts. The members were positively drooling while standing there waiting to get their hands on what they thought was millions. When they opened the door to the vault, all they found was three thousand three hundred and twelve Knuts … nothing else. It took eight weeks of searching the records before they found the key purchases he had made in the Alley: a tent, three multi-compartmented trunks, and two brooms. Tons of books and potion supplies had also been purchased before he vanished. It took another year before they found out Harry had gone to the Swiss Gnomes. He had converted his fortune to mundane money, and deposited it in several bank accounts, just to whisk it away around the world. They still hadn't found out where it had finally ended up. He wished he knew if Harry was still in the country or had he fled overseas? Was he just visiting England when he was spotted at the hotel that Ron Weasley mentioned?
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Ron and his squad appeared in an alley near the Wellesley London Hotel. He had three members of the Aurors with him, Susan Bones, Michael Corner and Seamus Finnigan. All three had been members of the DA back in school and had entered the Auror academy within two years of each other.
Ron led the three members of his team to the hotel. They stood there inside the door, and looked around at the expensive lobby. Ron was starting to turn red on his ears as he looked around the lobby at the expensive furnishings. Then with a huff he headed to the counter in the back where several people were working.
Pulling out his id and the picture from the paper he had frozen he snapped out, "Inspector Weasley of the Metropolitan police. Have you seen these two people?"
Jason Harding looked over his eyeglasses at the badge and then at the picture. Reaching out he took the picture and he noticed it was taken just outside the Oval.
"Ahhh… Lord Potter and his new wife. They left early this morning, they were heading home I believe," Jason replied.
"Do you have an address for them?" Ron asked.
"I will see," Jason replied as he turned to his computer and started typing. Within seconds he had it and replied, "3272 Duncan Road, Birmingham."
Ron quickly wrote the number down and was about to ask a question of the woman when the man asked another question.
"Do you wish his phone number?"
Ron was confused for a second and then remembered Hermione explaining that the telly and phone was the same thing, "Yes, thank you."
"The number we have is a cell phone and is 44 263 121 3354," Jason replied, and then asked, "Is there anything else?"
"Can you tell me about the woman?" Ron asked.
"Lady Katie Potter, a beautiful and intelligent woman who dresses to the nines. Lord Potter seems to dote on her, bringing her a rose every morning from the gift shop. He took her several places around the city, and they ate frequently in the Oval for dinner," James replied.
Ron wrote down everything the man said and then nodded a thanks as he led his team out the door. They never noticed the man pick up the phone and dial a number.
Once they exited the building, Susan asked, "So he's married."
"That's what the guy said. Probably some gold digger," Ron snapped as he looked around for a phone.
"What you looking for, boss?" Seamus asked.
"A phellypone," Ron replied.
Susan shook her head and said, "That's telephone."
"That's what I said," Ron replied as he spotted what he wanted and headed over to the red box.
Susan mumbled under her breath, "What an idiot. Idiot in school, and still one," which caused Seamus to snicker beside her, as Ron went into the booth and put some money into the machine to make the call.
They stood there waiting and watching as Ron seemed to get upset as the phone rang and rang, finally a voice came on telling him to leave a message. With a snarl, Ron hung the phone up and exited the box.
"No answer?" Susan asked.
"Something answered. It asked me to leave a message, and that Lord Potter was on his honeymoon. Let's get to Birmingham," Ron snapped as he led his team to an alley and they disapparated to Birmingham.
It took the four of them several hours before they found what they were looking for, and then Ron exploded in anger as he looked out over the Birmingham landfill. In anger, Ron ordered everyone back to the ministry and with a pop; he vanished from the landfill, never seeing the house elf who took their picture.
It would be four days later when a pair of pictures were pasted in the Auror office and a note scrawled over it that said, 'Strike One! Strike Two!' The first picture was them storming his old home at Number 12.
Ron had to ask Hermione what Strike One and Two meant, and he trashed his office when he found out.
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Ron appeared outside his family home. Walking to the door he opened it and stepped inside, where he threw his Auror robes onto the couch. He headed for the kitchen where the smell of food was coming from. Stepping inside, he saw his wife of a year sitting at the table reading as she talked with his mum.
Walking to Hermione, he leaned down and kissed her and said, "Hi, love. Hi, Mum. What's for dinner?"
"Pot roast," Molly said with a smile as she looked over her shoulder at her youngest boy.
"How was work?" Hermione asked as she closed her book just as Ginny came into the room.
"Was ok. Had a lead on Harry but it didn't pan out. Did find out he married some gold digging slut," Rob blurted out as he sat down to grab a roll.
"HE DID WHAT?" Ginny screeched.
Ron jumped as his sister's voice slammed into him. He turned suddenly to see Ginny in the door.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE MARRIED SOME SLUT? HE'S SUPPOSED TO MARRY ME!" Ginny screamed as she threw a temper tantrum.
Hermione rubbed her forehead as Ginny continued to scream and rant while Molly tried to console her. Turning her head, she looked at her husband, "I'm taking the job."
Ron just nodded his head and then winced, as Ginny got louder.
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Edited By TeNderLoin
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Harry Potter™ is a registered trademark and copyright (©) of JK Rowling and all that crap. The only thing mine is the idea and several characters. Everything else is hers including all the money...
