'Now Ollie, I want you to start cleaning these pots' Professor Longbottom ordered putting a huge pile of soil covered terracotta pots in front of Ollie on the work bench. 'Just spray them with this' he led up a bottle of blue coloured potion and then passed them to her.

'Sir, may I ask why they have to be clean, since they will only be covered in dirt again next lesson?' Ollie asked, inspecting the blue potion carefully.

'Good question Ollie' the professor replied with a smile 'it's good to be inquisitive. You see Ollie these pots are going to be used as the home for the next set of mandrakes are reproduced and I'm expecting a bumper crop this year. Since they'll only be babies they'll need a clean sterile home, before they grow and need to be repotted, you understand?'

Ollie nodded her head and set to work. It was dull and repetitive, spraying and wiping the small pots until they were clean. She supposed it could have been worse. Jon told her, somewhat gleefully, that Greengrass had got a month's detention cleaning the dungeons with his head of house plus another two weeks from the Headmistress since he was a prefect and should have known better and should've not attack a younger student.

'That was a cool move you did at the Quidditch match, yesterday' Professor Longbottom commented. 'It looked almost like a wronski feint, but adapted to the chasers position. I thought the Ravenclaw captain was going to plough into the ground, trying to tackle you'.

'Did you play quidditch professor?' Ollie asked, putting down the bottle to look at her professor.

'No!' he replied, laughing. 'I was a nightmare on a broomstick! I just followed quidditch like most teenage boys, besides I could not have spent six years sharing a dormitory with Harry Potter and not know what a wronski feint was, it was one of his favourite moves! He continued laughing, reminiscing about his disastrous first flying lesson.

'You were friends with my Dad?'

'Didn't you know?'

'Dad doesn't talk much about his life before he had me' Ollie replied sadly. 'Did Dad have lots of friends?' she asked curiously.

'Come with me' the professor replied, putting down the pot he had been marking and leading Ollie to his small office which was connected to the back of the greenhouse. Ollie looked around the small messy room. Parchment and book covered almost every surface with strange plants lining the desk and windowsill.

'Ah ha!' he announced triumphantly, pulling an old photo album off the top shelf of the small crooked bookcase in the corner of the room. Quickly he flicked through the pages of moving photographs until he came across a picture of a group of teenagers smiling proudly at the camera. He showed Ollie the picture.

'Dumbledore's Army, spring 1996' she said, reading the label at the bottom of the page. 'Is that Dad standing in the middle?' she asked pointing towards the skinny black haired boy standing in the middle of the group of people, standing between a tall red haired boy and a bushy brown haired girl.

'Yes' Professor Longbottom replied 'he was the leader of the DA'

'The DA?' As in the same DA which Heather told me about when I asked her about the old galleon framed in greenhouse three?'

'Ah, my DA galleon, we used them to communicate so we did not get caught. Hermione, the girl next your Dad and one of his best friends made them.'

'Heather said her Aunt had one?'

'Yes, that's Lavender' he said pointing at a girl with a mass of long curly brown hair held back by a bright pink hair band. 'Seamus wasn't in the DA when Colin took this picture; he joined a few weeks later after Harry's interview knocked some sense into him.'

'Dad actually gave an interview?' Ollie asked incredulously. The Dad she knew hated going out in public and did everything to not be recognised.

'You know nothing about your father's school years?' Professor Longbottom asked, taking a deep breath wondering if he was the right person to tell Ollie about the horrible fifth year.

Ollie nodded continuing to stare at the photo.

'At the end of your father's fourth year he witnessed the return of Voldemort. However the ministry did not want to believe what he and Dumbledore were saying so labelled them as liars and delusional. The ministry then started to control the school, so we formed this resistance group call Dumbledore's Army' Professor Longbottom told Ollie, giving her a brief basic outline of why the DA was formed.

Ollie continued to flick through the album, curiously glancing at the pictures. She passed a picture of a toad, a quidditch match and a funny looking plant, stopping when she reached a pictured of three teenagers smiling wearily at the camera. It was a boy, well young adult sitting down by a wall, with two girls on either side of him, pointing to the graffiti above their heads: Dumbledore's Army still recruiting.

'Is that Aunt Luna?' Ollie asked, peering closely at the moving photograph, watching as the people went from looking tired to smiling proudly at the camera to looking around nervously like they did not want to get caught.

The Herbology professor looked over his pupil's shoulder at the picture. 'Yes' he replied sadly, staring at the blond haired girl, the girl who got away. 'And that's Ginny Weasley who is currently captaining the England team, who are playing today' he said pointing at the other girl in the photograph.

'No way, you knew Ginny Weasley?' Ollie asked in amazement.

'You've heard of her?'

'She's my quidditch idol, I'd love to be able to fly like her, she's incredible. I can't believe Luna never mentioned she went to school with her!' Ollie replied excitedly.

'They were really good friends.'

'Seriously?'

The professor nodded his head as Ollie looked closer at her Godmother aged 16 in the photograph. She looked so different. Well she still had blond hair and delicate features but now her hair was cut in a long silky bob without a hair out of place while in the photo it was long and wild. It was her eyes which had changed the most, Ollie thought. In the picture they seemed to have this dreamlike quality to them. It was like Luna was not really seeing what everyone else was seeing, she was lost in her own world. The Luna Ollie knew just had normal eyes.

'Aunt Luna looks so different' she commented handing the album back to her professor who put it back on the top shelf.

'You're close to Luna?' he asked curiously.

'She's my godmother' Ollie replied 'I used to see her all the time but now she has Rolf'

'Rolf?'

'Rolf, her horrible annoying boyfriend'

Neville's stomach sank at the mention that Luna was not single. Even after eleven years he still had a special place in his heart for Luna Lovegood. She had brought out the best in him and had encouraged him to persevere through the war. She had supported him when times were tough and had been one of the first people to believe in him when he decided to reform the DA. Her hopeful outlook on life had brightened some of the darkest days. When she had been captured by the Death Eaters he had been so scared. It had taken him a while to realise that he loved her. It wasn't just friend love it was love love. He was so happy to see her in the Room of Requirement before the battle started. She had grabbed his hand and given it a reassuring squeeze, after a shy peck on the lips she had slipped out of the room to help Harry.

He had gone the through the battle with this lips tingling from the feeling of her lips on his and a burning hope in his heart that they could be together after all of this. For a few blissful weeks they had been together, comforting each other after all the death and destruction however as the weeks progressed and the funerals kept coming, they began to drift apart. He was so focused on his own grief and guilt that he had survived and others had not that he did not realise that Luna was hurting too. She had come to him with the minister's letter, telling her about her father's death and he had done nothing. Next thing he knew, Luna had disappeared and so had Harry.

'Has your father found anyone?' He asked curiously trying to push Luna's face from his mind.

'No' Ollie replied sadly 'I wish he had, but he hasn't. I asked Tonks about it once and she just said that Dad still loved someone he knew at school, but she did not give me a name. Do you know who it was, professor?' she asked

'Ollie, I think you should get back to cleaning those pots, you've had a long enough break and I want all those pots clean before I let go' Professor Longbottom said shortly, changing the subject and not answering her question. He guided her out the office and back to the main greenhouse. Of course he knew who Tonks was talking about. Everyone who had been at Hogwarts had known about Harry and Ginny and how in love they were. Neville sighed, they were so perfect for each other, but he knew it was not his place to tell Ollie about her father and his former girlfriend, who knows what she would do with the information.

Ollie also sighed heavily as she went back to the work bench and picked up the cleaning potion. Squirt, squirt, wipe, squirt, squirt, wipe. She thought about all the things the Herbology professor had told her. Her Dad was a leader of a student resistance group? The image of Dumbledore's Army hand been burnt into her mind, all those people, all of her Dad's friends, why had she never heard of them before?

'Good to have you back Tonks, how was Hogwarts?' Ron Weasley asked as he welcomed his work colleague into his section of the immensely busy and messy Auror department.

'As eventful as ever' Tonks replied with a smile.

'And how is Remus?' Ron asked shuffling through a bunch of papers.

'Ok, back to teaching now, this transformation was one of the worst he has had in a long time'

'Well we've been assigned to work on a new case together'

'You've finished with Gringotts?'

'There was nothing else to discover apart from the fact that these people are very good at doing what they do, so the case has now been marked as unsolved though the goblins are still monitoring the situation.'

'So, new case' Tonks stated sinking into the chair next to Ron, ready to assess the information, Ron had gathered.

'Well' he began opening the file and showing her the pictures contained in the document. 'Law enforcement had this case first after they had been notified by the muggle police. Woman, early 20s, petite, long red hair' he listed pointing at the photograph of her dead body 'has no obvious signs of the cause of her death came up in the muggle post mortem...'

'...which points to the use of the Avada Kadavra spell' Tonks finished grimly

'Yes, that's why the case was transferred to the Auror department.'

'Were the people over at Law Enforcement able to find out the identity of the woman?' Tonks asked

Ron flicked through the file and pulled out a piece of paper. 'The muggle police identified her a Jolene Mathews, reported missing by her family just over a month before her body was found.'

'Any other information?'

'There were scorch marks on various trees around the area and signs of a fight or some sort of struggle. Also this was found on the forest floor' and he handed a small silver badge over to Tonks, who held it up to her face so she could examine it closely.

'A three headed snake' she remarked, turning the badge over in her hand. 'Is that all we have to go on, no other leads apart from a three headed snake?'

'Yes' Ron replied leaning back in his chair. 'Dawlish must really hate us' he stated 'I don't know where to begin with this investigation.

'Well let's start by finding out all the organisations that had the three headed snake as their symbol and we'll work from there. How's Ginny?' she asked as an afterthought 'is she ok?'

'Yeah, she'll be fine, she's just a bit shaken, battered and bruised from the fall.' Ron replied.

'But she'll be back to flying soon?'

'If Mum has her way, Ginny will never be allowed near a broom again!' Ron said remembering his Mum's fussing over her only daughter. 'Ginny just wants to get out of bed and back on her broom as quickly as possible.'

'What exactly happened, the prophet did not say much apart from having a giant picture of her falling off her broom on the front page?' Tonks asked as they walked towards the records room.

'She was attacked by a rouge bludger' Ron replied. 'It was just like my second year, when Dobby set his bludger on Harry, accept this one was more vicious and knocked Ginny off her broom 150 feet in the air. Seamus over in the department of magical games and sports said they are investigating what happened and that he'd let me know if they found anything.'

They stopped outside the ancient records room door. The records room contained records of almost everything since records began and held a vast wealth of knowledge, therefore there was always one ministry employee on guard, watching over the room at all times, so nothing could happen to it. Tonks rummaged around in her bag to find the password of the week which she had written down on a scrap of paper. Ever since the break-in into the ministry security had been tightened and you needed to give the password or phrase to the guard before they were allowed access to the records. Bits of paper and parchment flew everywhere as Tonks practically emptied out half of her bag to find the slip of parchment.

'Got it!' she announced, holding up the scrap of parchment with the password on it triumphantly. She hastily stuffed everything else back into her bag haphazardly before marching towards the door. Tonks knocked three times on the old wooden door, before a hatch was opened. 'Password?' the woman behind the door asked.

'Acromantula' Tonks replied as Ron stood behind her shuddering at the mention of the giant spiders. The lock clicked and the door opened.

'You dropped this' Ron said holding out a photograph which had fallen out of Tonk's bag.

'Oh thanks Ron' Tonks replied as they walked through the records room, trying to work out where to start.

'It's nice to know he's happy' Ron commented

It took a while for Tonks to work out who Ron was referring to. 'Oh Ron' she replied fishing into her bag to find the photo he had just given back to her. It was a picture of Harry sitting on the sofa in their lounge with Teddy on one side of him and Millie on the other; they were grinning and waving at the person taking the picture.

'We've known you're in contact with Harry for a long time Tonks' Ron sad sadly taking a closer look at the photograph. 'Millie sometimes tells Victoire and Molly about her Uncle Harry. We just wish he would come and see us.'

'Ron, what I'm about tell you does not leave this room' Tonks said suddenly turning very serious. 'You can't tell anyone, not Hermione, not your parents and especially not Ginny'

Ron nodded slowly waiting to hear about his missing best friend.

'Harry would come back if he could but he can't, he has to look after something incredibly important.'

'He could just pop in...'

'Ron he's not allowed back into this country!' Tonks said in a hushed voice, less the witch on guard duty heard them.

'What?'

'I don't know the absolute details just that he is incredibly secretive about his comings and goings, we only see him a couple of times a year, birthdays and during the summer holidays but that is about it.'

'I just wish he could have been there for my wedding and Rose's naming ceremony.'

'He was there Ron' Tonks replied whispering as the witch on guard duty walked past them.

'Can I help you?' she asked.

'Can you point us to where all the records of magical organisations are?' Ron asked quickly, eager to carry on his conversation with Tonks.

'Take the next left and you should all the information you need next to the witch hunts of the Middle Ages' she replied before striding off.

'She's worse than Madam Prince' Ron remarked as they made their way down the rows of shelves. 'Anyway you said Harry was at our wedding?'

'And Rose's naming' Tonks replied reading the names off the files trying to see any with the symbol on it.

'But how, we didn't see him?'

'Do you remember that wizard that stormed out of the marquee at your wedding when he saw Ginny dancing with her boyfriend at the time?'

'That was Harry?' Ron asked in disbelief, remembering the red haired man who had marched out of the wedding reception. At the time he had just though it was one of his numerous Weasley cousins his mother had invited, who did not like the fact that the only girl of the huge Weasley clan had a boyfriend. 'Don't tell me he was the wizard that gave Rosie her stuffed Hippogriff? She absolutely adores it!'

'Yeah that was Harry' Tonks replied. 'Found it!' she cried reaching up to lift a small dusty file off the top shelf. 'The Druids?'

'Thought you might want to see something of the outside world' Rookwood's voice came through the darkness, his face illuminated by a single candle. He threw a newspaper down at Harry, who glanced at the front page eagerly. To his horror, he saw a picture of Ginny being knocked off her broom by a bludger and falling to the ground.

'It's amazing what a small ball can do' Rookwood remarked smirking in the darkness.

'Is she ok?' Harry asked worriedly

'I expect she'll be fine, it's a shame the mistress' bludger did knock her off her broom when she was higher.'

'Why do you continue torture me?' Harry cried out 'who are you and what do you want with me?'

Rookwood just laughed and walked away towards the door, leaving Harry once again in the darkness.

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