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Chapter 21

George was attempting to tidy up his kitchen when Ron burst through the door to his apartment.

"I KNOW HOW WE CAN SAVE THE SHOP."

'What on earth was he going on about? And how did he know that I was in danger of losing the shop? I haven't told anyone about my financial situation.' George thought.

"What?" George said, He wasn't able to make any other sounds with his mouth, he was too shocked.

Ron immediately proceeded to shove the daily prophet into George's face, slapping him in the process.

"Sorry." Ron said.

George snatched the newspaper from Ron's hand and tried to read it but he found it very hard to concentrate when Ron was actually bouncing up and down in the corner of his eye, as he waited anxiously for George's reaction.

George's eyes grew wide as he finished the article. He had actually done it. Ron had found a way to save the shop from complete bankruptcy. After the last month of worry about what he was going to do, Ron, of all people, had found a way to keep his business afloat.

Ron looked at George, his eyes bright with joy. George simply gaped at Ron, and then ran to the desk in the living room and began to scribble down a note to the organiser of the Quidditch world cup.

Harry left the Auror office as soon as the meeting was over. He had kept silent thought the entire meeting, even though his mind wasn't quiet. He had honestly thought he had figured out who it could have been, and how they did it.

How had he not thought of it before, all the signs were there.

He just needed to clarify one more thing, and for that he needed George. And there was a good chance it wasn't going to be easy to ask what he needed of him.

Harry almost left the office alone, but then he remembered that rule where they had to leave with someone, just to make sure they weren't just sneaking off the job. So consequently went straight over to Neville's desk, and the two of them left together.

After a quick detour to get some lunch in the Leaky caldron and to explain all of his theory to Neville, Harry an Neville made their way to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. It looked the same as ever, It's bright exterior standing out like the sun in the sky, and it's even more colourful (if that was possible) interior, complete with shelves upon shelves of the twin's inventions.

However, the shop was almost deserted, apart from two figures with ginger hair, who were moving around rather fast. Ron and George.

Harry and Neville strode up to the shop door and entered, the door made a weird noise as it opened. Ron and George instantly turned to face the door, with rather shocked faces.

"Hi." Harry said as normally as he could.

"What are you doing here?" Ron asked.

"We need some information." Harry replied. George looked at him curiously.

"About….?" Ron asked.

"About a certain customer who repeatedly bought instant darkness powder from here before the battle." Harry answered.

George just looked confused. This was completely out of the blue.

"What?" George managed to say.

"It's about the breaking in. I think that the person who broke in used instant darkness powder so they must have bought it from here. Can I see your sales records?" Harry explained.

"Sure." George said after a minute to process the very weird conversation he was having.

"Can you remember selling the powder to.." Harry's voice dropped to a whisper. Ron, who was across the room couldn't hear what Harry was saying.

"Um…actually, yes. I think Fred sold it to them once. Or maybe more than once. I remember Fred did.." George trailed off into thought and Harry could see tears beginning to form in his eyes.

"George, I just need to check the record then I can finish this Job, alright?" Harry asked, trying to distract him from his thoughts.

" Yeah, this way."

Hermione put down the charms book, after finally finishing memorizing its final chapter. She wanted to feel completely prepared before going back to sit her exams. However, she still wondered if it was worth it. She could of very easily just taken up that job offer at the ministry without taking these exams. But something in the back of her mind told her that she didn't really want to be an Auror.

Everyone had said that she would be one of the best Aurors ever seen, bar maybe Harry of course, but there was a tiny nudging in the back of her mind which told her that it wasn't right for her.

She wanted to do something with her life that inspired her everyday, to be able to get up on a morning and make a difference, to never be bored or annoyed with what she was doing.

Hermione did know that it wasn't very realistic or practical, nearly every job on the planet got boring or annoying at some point, but that was what she wanted, and she could not change it.

She could be part of the misuse of muggle artifact department, after all, she did know a lot about muggle artifacts. But she wasn't as fascinated as Mr Weasley was, she had grown up with them so they were hardly exciting. And if her relationship with Ron went any further, it might get slightly awkward having to work with her Father in law. So that was out.

'Get a grip on yourself Hermione' she told herself 'You are not marrying Ron just yet!'

There were loads of departments in the ministry that she could work for, but nothing really felt right for her.

Picking up her knitting to distract herself, she began to carry on knitting a neon pink fluffly hat for one of the house elves when she got back to Hogwarts. She was not going to let Ron tell her that they didn't appreciate it. Although she hadn't done it in years, she knew that she had to do something for the poor creatures, they must have had an awful time of it in the last year.

Then it hit her. Her perfect Job.

Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures- She was going to make S.P.E.W big.