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"Do you have a moment?" Hermione asked hesitantly. She was watching Harry, while taking in his surroundings.

His office was a modern, cheery space with light blue walls, adorned with his various awards. His large desk was in the direct line of sight from the doorway. Two navy wing-backed accent chairs sat in front of the desk. Across the office, just beyond the desk, was a large window that overlooked a brick wall, and subsequent wards, that separated the magical and muggle communities. In the full daylight, there was a clear view of the bustling street below, full of people, oblivious to the magical world so close to them. To the left of the window were two large, lightly stained, wooden bookshelves, stuffed to the brim with books, papers, and knickknacks that he had been gifted. The wall across from the desk was stocked with a full coffee service for the office's occupant. The remaining floor space was taken up with a matching four person table.

While Hermione's office table was always clear, Harry's was covered with several haphazardly stacked piles of files. Past the "organized chaos" that was a permanent filing system in his office, there was evidence that Harry was not in his normal mood. From the shredded and crumpled paper surrounding the wooden waste bin, the quill broken into two, further decimated in a pile of its own wisps, to the ink spots she could see starting to dry on his modern glass top desk.

"Sure." Harry said, heaving a heavy sigh. "Anything is better than what I am dealing with now." He gestured to one of the chairs in front of the desk.

When the elf toddled up behind Hermione and took the seat to her left, Harry noticed her presence.

"Uh.. Hermione?" Harry's question was accompanied by a quizzical look.

"Harry, meet Tansy. Tansy is Malfoy's elf."

"Malfoy? What's he done?"

"That is why I'm here. It's not what has he done, more so where is he. Tansy hasn't been able to reach him."

"Ah, bollocks. I'm not going to like this, am I?" Harry asked looking peeved already. Hermione had no idea what was going on with Harry, but she wasn't going to make it worse by drawing it out.

"I don't know, but I don't think so." She stated evenly. She then turned to the quite elf, whose eyes still weren't quite their normal color, still puffy from her cry. "Tansy, why don't you tell Harry what you told me. You can trust him."

"Mr. Harry Potter, Sir. Master Draco hasn't come home, Sir. Tansy hasn't seen Master since before Master's trial, Sir. Tansy thought Master needed a break. After the trial and Master lost his mother. But Master hasn't called for Tansy!" The elf started to shudder with emotion.

Harry looked at Hermione and she nodded in response. "It's ok, Tansy," she encouraged gently, "Keep telling Harry, please."

"Mr. Potter, Sir, Tansy has checked the properties and talked to Tansy's brothers and sisters and no Master. Tansy can feel Master Draco, only in England. Master is still alive, but his magic is weak. I feel him here, but I can't go to him. Tansy has always been able to go to Master. TANSY MISSES MASTER!" Upon the end of her little diatribe, Tansy burst into a full-fledged fit.

Harry was silent. His face getting redder, refusing to breathe. A sudden harsh breath was released with a growl, punctuated by a hand slapping the glass desk. Harry stood abruptly, sending his chair into the floo hearth. He strode to his door before screaming, "Mathers! Smith! My office, NOW!" His tone booked no argument. Harry rarely lost his cool since the war. Even after being assigned to Department of Magical Law Enforcement as a Special Task Force Leader, a brand new division, he often approached difficult problems with silence and thought. It was truly rare for him to shout anymore. The two second shift auroral made short work of their summons and arrived promptly in Harry's doorway.

"Sir?" The taller of the two asked. He was the stereotypical image of a law enforcement officer. Lean but muscular with tan skin and cropped brown hair. The other was slightly shorter, a dark skinned man built like a rugby player.

"Mathers, Smith, I need you to go to Weasley's cube and bring me all of the remaining probation files. Malfoy's first, if you find it." He ground out, dismissing the aurors. Taking their cue, the two turned around and headed left down the passageway outside Harry's doorway.

Harry threw himself back into his chair, elbows clanging down on the glass, head falling forward and his hands catching it.

"Harry?" Hermione asked tentatively. Harry only held his hand up in response, nonverbally communicating to her to give him a minute. By this time, Tansy's woeful cries had toned down to the intermittent sniffle.

Harry let out a big sigh and ran both his hands through his messy black hair. Picking up his wand from the top of his ledger pad, he waved his wand and sent all the stacks of files from not only his desk, but from the table as well, into a small muggle looking document container.

Looking back down at the woman in front of him, one of his best friends growing up, he locked eyes with her. "I had to release Ron this morning."

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