Jeez, I really wanted to have this out earlier but time just flew by! School's started and it's already killing me! Hope you enjoy this chapter everyone! Harry is (finally~) here!

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Molly and Hermione did actually have tea together again; unsurprisingly since their last get-together was probably the highlight of both of their weeks.

"-oh, and did I tell you about the boys being all 'oh Margie but your wards just aren't good enough!'?" Molly mocked in a high-pitched voice.

Hermione raised a brow in reply and leaned forward ever-so-slightly in a 'go on' gesture.

"Well," Molly intoned, "Narcissa told me that Rabastan was loose and that Harry wasn't going to go after him, I totally understand by the way, and that the next available person to go to was me."

Hermione nodded, her mouth twisted in a small frown. "Everything was draining him so much and Ron and I both advised him to stay out of it, but we had no idea that the next choice was you…"

Molly shook her head, "No, I completely understand- I was feeling too overwhelmed at the end of the War and I need to make my entrance back into the Wizarding World and clean up some of the mess that I caused." Her Gryffindor friend nodded reluctantly, seeing the logic in the argument but Molly could see that she was also battling to keep down any objections.

"Anyways," the younger Ravenclaw changed the subject, "I still need to tell you about the ward thing." Hermione looked appeased for the time being and nodded again in encouragement. "So, I was going back to work on Monday and setting wards around the hospital to safeguard it early from Lestrange and get this- Blaise has the audacity to suggest that they could 'help' to put some up! As if I don't know his family wards inside-out and could weave wards around Bart's in my sleep! And Draco had the nerve to agree with him!"

Hermione laughed. "It seems that someone's angry that lover-boy won't take her side," she teased. Molly huffed in mock indignation and crossed her arms petulantly, only making the young woman across the table laugh harder.

"For the last time, Mione, Draco is not my lover-boy!"


"Reducto!" A harsh red light bounced harmlessly off a seemingly-innocent door.

"Incendio!" Bright flames shot up from the ground starting a metre or so away from said door, but the more serious wards around it hadn't yet been activated.

"Confringo!" The first layer of carefully-woven protective spells were down and a young half-blood Heir in the middle of London City was alerted.

"Deprimo!" And then came the loud crack of Apparation and Rabastan Lestrange turned to face his fate.


"Merlin's balls, my apartment wards went off-" Molly scrambled to get up and into an alleyway to safely Disapparate.

Hermione sprinted determinedly after the younger girl, grabbing her hand just before she spun on her heel and thought fiercely of getting back to her home.

After all, it would be rude to keep Lestrange waiting. The more, the merrier, no?

Upon arrival, Molly had the honour of casting the first spell in the direction of bastard that was destroying her flat. He'd whipped around upon hearing the distinctive 'crack' of Apparation and blindly cast a protego, causing Molly's Stunner to bounce back at the two witches; not really a problem since it was relatively easy to dodge.

A duel ensued between Rabastan, Molly and Hermione. Short and sweet, Molly thought, a grim smile making its way onto her face as she watched Hermione shoot off a Reductor to blast his shield to bits. Molly was about to tag-team the ex-Death Eater right before he Disapparated.

"Escaped." Hermione bit out angrily, brandishing her wand to furiously repair the damage done to her friend's apartment complex's lovely beige corridor.

"Escaped." Molly agreed with just as much vitriol as her bushy-haired companion. "Better report this to the Auror Department then. They won't be glad to hear that he's already on my tail," she sighed.

Hermione sighed in reply, the tired note in her breath conveying just how much she liked the idea. "Let's go then."


Suffice to say that it was not a happy day for Mycroft Holmes when he was briefed from the current Minister of Magic and the Head of the Auror Department about the level of danger that his younger brother and that ex-army doctor were being put in for associating with one Molly Hooper.

And apparently she was a Lady- Mary Margaret, Head of the Noble House of Selwyn.

Well, he could definitely say that he was rather caught off-guard by that particular piece of information, somehow previously unknown to him; the mousy girl that Sherlock had only mentioned in passing in the few times that Mycroft had come to interrogate him about his more high-profile cases was in a position of considerable power in the hidden world of magicals.

He managed to keep a bland expression and sip his tea calmly, even as he was planning on bringing the girl in for a talk.

Making sure that she was well aware of the consequences if his brother got pulled into some Wizarding mess- that he was in no power to get the little berk out of, mind her- was quite the priority now.

He quietly typed off a text to his PA on his mobile to clear out his 14:00 meeting.

Hopefully, the Lady Selwyn would know to bring her A-game; that quiet, stuttering mess of a girl that Sherlock had originally described had no place in the office of one of the most powerful men in Great Britain.

And Mycroft was quite interested to know the true face of the girl behind the demise of what seemed to be quite a powerful follower of that elitist that had plagued the Wizarding World only a few years ago, that is, if what their government officials said was to be believed.


Harry Potter pressed his lips together unattractively, only taking notice of them when Hermione, his best friend of many years, made a noise of indignation at his impromptu duckface and waved her hand in the general direction of his offence.

Wisely, the Mighty Saviour of the Wizarding World chose to un-pout his lips.

"So," he began slowly, "Lestrange actually found your apartment? We weren't aware he had any contacts since his escape, and the implication that he does is..."

"Troubling." The little Ravenclaw girl- Mary Margaret, her name was, finished for him.

"Precisely."

She pursed her lips in thought. Hermione once again made her noise of indignation, and the girl quickly smoothed out her elfish features once again, much to Harry's amusement.

"We should tell Kings." Hermione stated.

"Agreed." Both Harry and Mary Margaret immediately replied.

"Oh," the girl piped up happily, "did I mention how kind it was for you to forsake your honeymoon with Ginny for this?"

Harry groaned in embarrassment. Hermione snickered.


"He what?" Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt thundered. He was just short of uncouthly slamming his hands down on his desk. Luckily, he'd become the epitome of pureblood manners upon taking up the title of Minister since he did, after all, need to keep a good image in order to stay in office.

"..."

"Rabastan Lestrange has-"

"My flat was warded, I swear-"

"-a Blasting Curse or something-"

"-can't even eat a graham cracker, Merlin's sweaty balls!"

Kingsley blinked incomprehensibly at the two young witches and one young Saviour of the Wizarding World. "One at a time please, children."

Lady Selwyn grunted in an unladylike fashion, stepping up and reliably informing him of the attempted raid of her flat. Hermione affirmed the tale and gave her own input when it was required. Harry just nodded along and 'mm-hmm'ed at all the right spots. Kingsley hummed thoughtfully. "Lady Selwyn, you're in acquaintance with Lord Malfoy and Mister Zabini, are you not?"

"I do happen to be friends with Draco and Blaise, yes. And Mary Margaret or Molly, if you please, Minister."

"Kingsley then, Mary Margaret. Would you be so kind as to arrange aegis with them? They've filed for your protection and accommodation in the case of emergency or danger." She rolled her eyes fondly in response and nodded exasperatedly. "Of course they have."

Hermione leaned forwards and whispered something to the girl that caused her to swat wildly at the snickering young woman. Harry and Kingsley exchanged clueless looks over the girls' heads and agreed that they had no idea what in Morgana's name they were doing with even-more-clueless shrugs.

And as the Minister of Magic, Kingsley did think that he had better-than-average people-reading skills. Perhaps females were a bit too out of his spectrum of analysis.

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Thoughts on this one? :)