A set of shops in diagon alley had, with some resentment, agreed to give up their space to allow the ministry workers to move in. All down the street darkening spells had been thrown up against windows to shut out nosy priers and little wooden plaques had been hung off the front doors to show which area of the ministry had moved in.

It had quickly been arranged for the healers to set up camp in the town halls of wizarding towns all over England and magical patients from yesterdays attacks were swiftly being transferred from muggle hospitals to whichever town was closest to where they lived. Like many others, Harry stopped off to get the burns and broken ankle fixed up and left for work feeling rather achy but generally alright.

Ginny was working in the town of Witch Wood near Devon today whereas Harry and the rest of the Aurors were crammed into Florean Fortescue's Ice-cream Parlour.

This wasn't the best and most conducive workspace as every other person in there seemed to be helping themselves to ice cream and, although the booths inside the shop were comfortable, the wooden benches outside were nothing more than cold and hard.

Ginny had still been in a mood that morning as they dropped Albus at his grandparents for the day and Ginny had apparated to Devon. Harry had received a stark kiss of the cheek for appearances sake but nothing more. However, shortly after she left Hermione arrived to drop of Rose and Hugo and she was far more enthusiastic about seeing him.

"Oh, Harry! How are things this morning, are you both all right? Look, Ron's already gone ahead to work but I was wondering if you could tell me more about Snape's children, now you're sure they're Snapes?"

"Yes Hermione. Quite sure."

"And how old would you say they are?"

"Oh God, I don't know. The boy looked a little younger than us I guess but I got the feeling from him that his sister was older."

"No exact ages."

"No sorry."

"Right, well he works for The Independent, what about her, where do I find her?"

"I don't know, some war firm, they make weapons and machinery and armour and stuff I think, I really don't know though Hermione. He only told me the situation and he's not exactly the clearest of people when he talks anyway. He just rambles. Look," he put a hand over the notepad she was furiously scribbling on to cease her efforts. "His name is Nathan Snape, he works for The Independent and he has a column of his own, just go look him up."

She nodded gave him a quick hug, then, eager to start research, apparated quickly away.

Work was a nightmare, it was quickly too hot and too loud and soon he found himself eating ice cream and casting silencing charms around the booth where he was sitting. This was somewhat better only a little annoying when the ice cream choose to drip onto his paperwork on when he wanted to talk to someone else and had to keep removing and replacing the silencing charm. What a hassle!

He had informed the department straight away that they were dealing with muggles and had sent them off to look for information. This had proved harder than he'd thought. Muggles didn't use books they used computers, even their newspapers were available online rather than sent on parchment, Harry, having been out of the muggle world for far too long had been oblivious to these technological advancements and none of the others knew any more.

Auror Green, Henrietta Green, had been the best they had, a woman in her mid-50s whose husband was a muggle, she quickly got in contact with him and the balding man came in with a laptop looking rather peaky and intimidated between the three Aurors instructed to bring him there.

After a concise explanation of how to use a computer- the basics like internet surfing, saving documents and printing out- Harry sent three of his younger, more enthusiastic men out to a muggle library to do some research on the firm that Auror Green's husband has assured them was called Sullivan Industries.

Looking much relieved Mr Green and his laptop were able to leave Diagon alley, still with an escort, and Harry made notes on everything the man had told them for future reference.

This being done he waited for the three young aurors to come back with information whilst Ron made an attempt to get permission off the right people to go to The Independent and Sullivan Industries. The only problem with this was that he hadn't a clue whom the 'right people to go to' were.

This led to a lot of confusion and embarrassment for the red head who quickly began finding jobs like 'go check the ministry again for missed clues' to try and getting his amused co-workers out of the way.

Finally one of the young aurors returned looking somewhat scorned (apparantly a little girl had asked him why he was wearing a dress, which wasn't so much of a problem until someone had filled him in on what a dress was and why men shouldn't wear one); upon his return he brought with a whole load of material on the histories of the two Snape's concerned, including one of the largest criminal records Harry had seen in a while, this belonged to Mr Snape, not Mrs Sullivan her records were almost immaculate apart from the dismissal from the armed forces, and such items as marriage certificates, birth certificates of children and, for the young man, muggle qualifications.

It was an impressive hoard and when the other two came back they seemed quite ashamed that all they had were articles from papers and other general knowledge available over the internet. Harry decided that he didn't even want to know how the first man had got his hands on all this but contented himself with just being very pleased that they had it at all.

One of the young aurors, however, had also remembered to gather information, not just on their targets but on the targets weapons to and gave Harry a stack of papers printed off military information sites telling the people about the quality of their weapons, their names, size and devastation abilities, all right in cheery encouraging, patriotic language that made Harry's insides squirms.

Most of the photographs that came with the information had a symbol printed onto the side, a blue S in a blue circle. Sullivan.