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Chapter One- Disturbance Call

Harry started the morning off like always. He woke before the sun, heart racing from a nightmare that gripped him. His emerald eyes flying open and his room being swallowed by flames. After many nights ending like this, Harry shut his eyes tight and pulled the warm body to his chest. His Hermione always helped ease him back to reality. Hermione hummed against him, also used to waking like this. They clung to each other for a moment before the obnoxious beeping of the alarm clock went off. With grouchy groans, the two worked to get out of bed, and into their ministry uniforms. Said uniforms were rather dull, light weight, and black with the Ministry's symbol in a brilliant red down the back. Harry tucked his wands away, his Holly and Phoenix Feather, and a specially designed Alder and Thunderbird feather wand, 13 and a quarter inches, in his wand holsters. Next he slipped a ring studded with diamonds onto his right hand, on his left he placed his titanium wedding band. The right ring was a special ring that would heat up in the event of a call coming into the DOM, the diamonds coloring with the severity of the situation. They could also be used as a cry for help. His wedding band held protection charms and the inner part could convey messages.

He turned to help Hermione with her hair, pulling it up into a ponytail. Hermione smiled softly and turned, leaning in for a kiss.

"Happy Birthday, Harry." Hermione whispered. Harry grimaced, he was twenty-two, officially older than his parents ever got to be. He couldn't wrap his head around that. Hermione gave him a sympathetic look, she could read him like a book.

"I know how hard it is, Harry." She sighed and toed in her shoes. "Lets get going. We are going to be late."

Harry hesitated as he stepped out of the bedroom and into the rest of the house. A mirror hung on the wall and as he passed it, he looked at himself. He looked like James Potter. He could see the Mirror of Erised in his mind, he could see the premature lines that added age to his face. He was scruffy, and his hair needed a trimming but his father was looking back at him.

"Harry, we are going to be late." Hermione called, he smiled faintly. Some things never change.

He stepped over the impossibly old Crookshanks on the stairs and grinned at Hermione. They tossed black thick cloaks on and disapparated.

Lucius Malfoy was to return from his trip abroad, today. Narcissa was anxious to say the least. She had brought her son back from the dead almost two months ago and everything was fine. He was just as she remembered him. The only thing that changed was his skin, it took on an almost grey tone. She kept him hidden for reasons she didn't fully understand. Perhaps it was fear that he would be taken away. He still looked seventeen, people would ask questions. But today that would change. Lucius was due home any minute.

Draco was in the library, he sat in the window seat, basking in the hot summer sun. His whole body glowed, his hair like snow and his body like ash, in the shining dawning sun. He held a book close to his nose, his black suit pressed and perfect apart from his dark grey tie which hung undone around his throat. He felt good. He had settled into the post war lull with ease, his mind still tired from that dark time. He swept his long mane of hair out of his face for the hundredth time and sneered in annoyance. The door creaked, he didn't look up immediately. His mother always came to check on him every few hours, she was much to clingy really…

"Draco, son?" That voice… his head snapped up, an odd rushing sound filled his ears, his body pulsed with an alien rage.

"Father." His voice was low with rage. "You!"

"Draco!" his mother's voice caught his attention for a second but this man… this man was responsible for everything.

Draco stood, he was much taller than his father here on the window seat. The man was still about 10 feet from him looking stunned.

"You did this! You not only killed off the Malfoy name but you sent it to the grave damned!" Draco was shouting, an odd red vision was taking over. "You KILLED ME! You followed some Half-blooded FREAK and pulled me into it. How dare you, call me your son!"

Draco's vision blurred then, something hot and wet exploded from under his hands. Screams filled the air and the Manors wards began to wail. The brilliant blue ancient wards locking down. Draco's teeth sank into something, a part of him screamed at himself to stop. He ignored it.

Harry's day started out normal enough, just the usual paperwork, then out onto the field. Today's job was another rather dumb one, a domestic disturbance. Two wizards got into a duel in a Muggle park, the Magical Reversal Squad came out while Harry gave fines to the two men. A couple flaming trees extinguished and all the evidence cleaned up was all it took before Harry headed back to the office. He had just stepped into the Department offices when his ring began to heat up, a red (indicating an emergency) emitting from the diamonds. Harry ducked in the doorway, instinct taking over as the notification airplane swept in from behind him. He had taken several to the head since he began working here. At his desk, the notification airplane expanded rapidly, shoving off all his files, quills, and sending a ink well flying. The contents of said ink well flew over Tonks' head and splattering onto the desk behind her, which happened to be Hermione's. His files crashed to the floor sending parchment flying. They didn't have a second to recover before Hermione's notification gave Harry a paper cut on the side of the head and landed on her desk. Tonks wasn't so lucky this time and received a Muggle spiral notebook covered in ink into the back of the head.

"Wotcher, Harry. Well. Looks like it's back to work for you." Tonks said rubbing the back of her head, and cursing when it came away covered in ink. Harry crossed to his desk and struggled to unfold the massively oversized airplane, sitting innocently on his desk… like it hasn't just ruined a nights worth of work. Tonks, Blaise, and Shikari snickering as yet another memo flew in and landed on Shikari's pristine desk. A mere three second later Blaise snatched his out of the air, before it could send the items atop his desk, flying. Harry finally succeeded in opening his, where it shrank down to a more normal size, just in time to see Blaise start to open his. The plane expanding sending his chair toppling backwards into the floor. Harry chuckled as his colleague cursed loudly and pulled himself off the floor, crumpling his memo.

"Who told them about that loophole?" Blaise accused, squinting pointedly at Harry, who was doubled over laughing.

Harry recovered himself a few moments later and lifted his memo to read it. It read,

The Department of Mysteries-

We have received word that the Auror Department and Ward Breakers were called out to Malfoy Manor after a disturbance call earlier this morning. The Wards are locked down and no one can get in. We are continuing on Lady Malfoy's insistence and your teams intervention is now requested.

-To be determined

Apparition coordinated listed below.

53.171050, -1.307511

"Are we ready to go?" Astoria Greengrass said from the doorway, her dark hair up, and wearing her specialized uniform.

"Where's Hermione?" Blaise asked.

"She's up at Hogwarts today, assisting Headmistress Mcgonagall with the wards." Harry answered. The group of four left the offices after saying, "goodbye" to Tonks.

Tonks shouted as they left, "What about the mess from those damn memos?"

They snickered and walked faster. At the end of the hall, they turned into the dressing room and dressed in their DOM uniform. Said uniforms consisted of a maroon undershirt, with lightly armored and enchanted black vest and trousers, the specialist logo sewn onto the front left breast. Dressed and ready the departed and waited for the lifts.

Arriving in the atrium they walked to the apparition point, preparing to leave when a head of bushy brown hair came bounding up. Harry grabbed her arm and side-along apparated them to the set point.

When they appeared behind the trees, the five of them stepped out onto the road, Hermione whacking Harry with a glare. As they started up the road, Hermione's mouth dropped open. Malfoy Manor loomed as dark as it's always been. It stood out starkly against the bright blue sky, the biggest change was the glowing blue Ward buzzing and cracking. As they approached the group of Ministry personnel, Narcissa Malfoy turned to them. Her hair was rather wild, her face tear stained. She grabbed Harry, and gave them a pleading look.

"Please get the wards down!" her voice was shaking, she gripped Harry hard, shaking his arms.

"We will do what we can, ma'am." Blaise pulled her off Harry. Hermione and Astoria were already by the wards, hands up. Harry strode over to the other Aurors. Amelia Bones was even here, Harry realized.

"What are we dealing with?" Harry asked when he approached. The four Aurors and the two Ward Breakers turned to Harry.

"Lady Malfoy came to us reporting her husband being attacked. She won't say anything else. She's being rather suspicious actually." Auror Adams spoke low, shifting to look at Blaise who was talking to Narcissa. Harry could see her fear from her body language, she was hiding something. Harry approached her slowly, trying to come up with a subtle question to ask her. He quickly forgot his plan when the wards came down. The hum of magic lessened, the Manor came into sharper focus. Harry grinned at Hermione and Astoria. They were damn impressive with a wand.

"You go head in. We need to keep the wards down." Astoria said, glancing at Hermione, they all knew her history here. Harry gave her a grateful look before he beckoned Shikari and Blaise forward. The trio approached the gates, white peacocks turning to stare as they entered the estate. The walk into the Manor was rather anticlimactic though Hermione, Astoria and the others were tense and ready. The doors were sealed but Shakari easily swept her wand and unlocked it.

Nothing seemed out of place in the front hall, but the door to the library was wide open, books strewn around the entrance. They exchanged glances, pulling out their wands and approached slowly. As they got closer, the scent of burnt flesh, blood and fire greeted them. Blaise gagged, his face greening. Harry shuddered, he remembered that smell all too well. Shikari nudged past them and led the way inside.

An inhuman shriek greeted her when she slipped in and a human hand soared over her head. Harry and Blaise ducked under the flying appendage and shoved their way inside. Draco Malfoy was running at Shikari, his eyes bright, his hands covered in his father's blood.

"You can't make me be a Death Eater. Ill kill you first!"