"Harry, I hear you know a spell that can help us track by magic?" Malfoy said, sitting in the small room with his crew.

"Yeah," Harry said. He took off his glasses and cast the spell. He put on his glasses. He could see everyone's trail except for Malfoy's.

"Go and see if you can find him. When you have his location, come back. Wear your cloak.

"Owen, I need you to go with him. Jake, go meet with the muggle police and gather as much information about the event as you can. Harry, you might want to start at the building and work your way from there; the trail might still be there. Chances are, he doesn't know how to hide it. Again, Harry, wear your cloak. I want you to be ready to use magic, cover for Owen and stuff. I'll stay here and monitor you guys."

"Ok," Harry said. He put on his cloak and followed Owen down the street to the sight.

In the charred remains of the building, he saw nothing. There were no trails but Owen's, the light green path distinctive to his wand. He walked around, careful not to make any noise or leave any prints. There was only a single drop of gelatinous pink. Maybe the convict did know how to hide his magic.

He hadn't seen that trail before and it was what he expected for a thirteen inch yew with dragon heartstring.

"Did you find anything, Harry?" Owen whispered harshly.

"Yeah; but it isn't enough to find him on."

"Is there anything else?"

"No."

3

Malfoy stared into the mirror, looking at himself. All his crew had returned.

None of them spoke.

"What are we going to do?" Owen asked. "Harry couldn't find a trail."

"I know what it'll look like," Harry said. "But there wasn't a trail going away from it."

"Ok…Owen, go to the underground and figure out where we can find this guy."

"Which one? Muggle or wizard?"

"You go to the wizard. Jake, go to the muggle. They have no leads, right?"

"They're attributing it to an accident," Jake sighed. "They aren't pursuing anything."

"Harry, look up all possible wizards who might have a similar magical print."

"Wait…How do you do that?"

"Here."

Malfoy tossed him a thick volume.

"Every wand is registered. This is everyone in the area who is legally allowed to use magic. Something we might find is that it was an underage wizard or something else. If that's the case, then we need to expand the search. Right now, we need to make sure its Swank who did it."

Harry started pouring through the volume. The two disguise aurors left the building. Malfoy stared at them in his mirror.

"I'm glad you decided to put our school feuds behind us," Malfoy said. Harry ignored him. He didn't want to talk right now. The only thing that mattered was work. Malfoy resumed gazing into the glass. Harry wrote the names of all the people with a heavy wood and dragon heartstring. There were only twelve people in the book.

"Here," Harry said, handing Malfoy the list.

"Mmm…interesting," Malfoy said. "Will you look through the underage file?" Malfoy handed him a slender folder with only three sheets of paper in it. It took Harry three minutes to determine there were no underage wizards who had the right kind of wand.

"Draco, the muggles don't know a thing," Jake said.

"Ok," Malfoy said, turning to his glass. Harry could see Owen talking with people in red robes. "He's going to get himself killed. Jake, go and get him. He's just down the street." Nodding, Jake ran down the stairs.

3

"Owen, don't do that again," Malfoy said. "I can't believe you could be so stupid as to actually drink with him. Never drink with any of these men. Understood?"

Owen nodded and leaned back against his sleeping bag.

"What did you find out?" Malfoy asked.

"He's staying at 289 Harrow Way."

"Does it have a secret keeper?"

"No, but he's living in the secret basement. It's concealed by magic, so it'll be obvious to Harry."

"Potter, put on the cloak and go down there. Get him and bring him to the ministry."

"And if I can't?"

"It doesn't matter. I know you can and I know you won't die. You're going alone, so don't worry about anything but what's in front of you. Go get him and bring him to the dungeons of the ministry. Not the auror department. Understood?"

Harry nodded and whipped his cloak over his shoulders.

"Be quick."

3

The lights were off. The streets were wet. Harry slunk through the shadows, careful to prevent any light from creating a shadow off his invisible body. The door was locked. He made quick work of it.

Nothing was in the foyer but a thick layer of dust. He was sure this was the right place. Silent, he stared at the ground, trying to pick out traces of magic, especially the pink ones. There was only a faint trail of purple. He followed it into the kitchen. It dashed under the table and never came out.

The dust on the floor by the legs of the table was disturbed, as if someone had moved the table. Harry flicked his wand at the table and it slid to the side. A large spot of purple and pink magic lit the floor. He pointed his wand at the puddle and a door flung open.

He waited. Silent. Still. Breathless. Would anyone come out of the door? Would anyone notice?

No one emerged from the abyss.

Harry descended down the steep steps, one by one, no light, no guidance, no nothing. He dared not cast light in the gloom. His eyes led him by the thick pink trail left by Otto's wand. He hit the bottom – a dirt covered basement – and traveled along a narrow hallway.

"Who's there?"

A light burst through the hallway from the other end. Harry flattened himself against the wall. He looked into the light and saw the disheveled Otto Swank, his brown hair messy and his eyes blotchy. Harry would have bet he had been drinking.

Without a word from Harry, the man's wand went flying and he collapsed on the ground, petrified and immobile. Harry crept forward, silent, and waited for anyone else to come. Another man came. Harry made quick work of him. Four more came. The same result. There was a pile of men at the end of the hallway. A few more minutes and Harry determined no one was there. He walked forward to the pile of men rather quickly, trying to figure out how he was going to get all of them back to the ministry.

Malfoy, Owen, and Jake all apparated by his side when he got to them.

"Owen, take two men – you're the biggest. Jake take one. Harry take one. I'll take one. All of us will apparate to the ministry. Ok?"

Harry leaned over and picked up Otto. They disapparated.