"I've never seen these before," said Bott, the Aurror who out of everyone had the most experience in the field of potions. He continued to peer down into the cauldrons. "They're definitely her own blend."
"We'll have to bring them back to the Ministry," Harry said. "I think about half of us should stay here in case Claridina comes back. Everyone else should continue searching the country."
Everyone agreed, so Harry divided the men into two groups. Him and Ron were going to stay behind, along with three additional Aurrors.
"I'll put a charm on the attic," Ron said. "So when she apperates directly there, we'll be alerted."
"We'll wait right outside the door then," Harry said. "Get ready. It looks like it's going to be a long night."
"Harry!" called Micheals, who had been searching one of the bedrooms. "I found some papers."
"Let me see," Harry said, quickly heading into the room.
Micheals handed him a stack of papers.
"Mildred Greene," Harry read, flipping through the papers. "Any idea who she is?"
"Nope," Ron replied.
"I think she's a muggle," Harry said, frowning. "Here's a bunch of files from some company in London, a copy of her birth certificate…Hmmm."
"What?" Ron asked.
"I swear, I've heard this name before," Harry said.
"Well, I'm guessing she probably lives in London if that's where her company is," Ron said. "Maybe you heard it in passing."
"But why would her records wind up in Claridina's house?"
"Remember those muggles she killed before she got sent to Azkaban?" Micheals asked, pulling a large box out of the closet.
"Sure," Harry nodded. "There were, what, about twenty of them?"
"Well, I recognize some of the names here as the deceased," Micheals said, pulling out more papers from the box. "That must be where you heard the name from, Harry. Mildred was likely one of the ones she killed."
"You're right," Harry said slowly. "Guess Claridina wanted to keep some sort of trophy."
"Horrible," Ron said shaking his head. "Anyway, why don't we take the lookout in shifts? We need to get some rest."
"Good idea," Harry nodded. "Ron, you and I will take the first shift. Micheals, you and the other two can go have a lie in one of the bedrooms. Stay alert, though. We'll signal if we need you."
"Wake us up in five hours, then," Micheals nodded.
Harry and Ron conjured two collapsible chairs and set them up in the hallway, facing the attic door. The two didn't talk for over an hour. Finally, as the sky began to darken, Ron spoke.
"Sort of reminds you of back when we were chasing Horcruxes, huh? You know, standing guard all night."
"A bit," Harry agreed. "Still, it's a bit of a relief knowing we don't have to whole Ministry hunting for our heads."
"True," Ron smiled. Then he said, "So I saw you submitted Teddy's name to Kingsley to be approved for the training program."
"Yup," Harry sighed. "It's what he wants. I just hope he realizes what he's getting into."
"He won't be going on missions like these though, will he?"
"Nah, not for sometime. He'll be begging me to, though. I can just see it."
"Look at you glowing with fatherly pride," Ron grinned. "Hey, do you think James will become an Aurror when he gets older?"
"Dunno," Harry shrugged. "Neville's said he has a real knack for Defense Against the Dark Arts up at Hogwarts, but he is only twelve. Can't say for sure what he's going to do with his life."
"I know," Ron nodded. "I was just wondering."
"You think Rose or Hugo will?"
"Rosie will probably follow in Hermione's steps," Ron replied. "As for Hugo…I could see him here."
"I can see James here as well," Harry said. "Albus would be a brilliant Aurror as well, but I don't think he's all too into the fighting. Lily…well, she's still going strong on being England's youngest Seeker."
"Maybe she can give us a chance for the Cup then," Ron laughed. "She's bound to be better than our Seeker now."
"Yeah," Harry smiled. "But, you know? I don't reckon I really care what my kids want to do when they get older. So long as they become decent wizards, I'll be happy."
"Same here," Ron agreed.
"Ron," Harry said suddenly, grabbing his wand from his robe pocket. "Look at the door!"
A bright red light was shining out from the crack under the door.
The two jumped up. Someone was in the attic.