Constable Jones in the case of the mysterious Harry Potter

A/N Sorry Constable Jones is back again, and has met Harry Potter, oh dear. Also if you are reading this in the Harry Potter section please read my other stories, Constable Jones in the case of the missing Butler, and The insipid Sorcerer and the millionaire : )

Disclaimer: I apologies in advance for the use of any thing which does not belong to me, and do not claim to own it.


"This is Chumpton police station, Constable Jones speaking ,... yes very strange, ... yes I'll have to call Jonathan Creek, no only joking, well I'll be there as soon as possible ... yes o.k." Constable Jones had received a strange phone call that morning, a hysterical woman had called him from a phone on platform 9 of Kings Cross station, something about people disappearing from the platform "...probably on drugs.." he muttered to himself "...everyone is these days... Smith, Smith where are you man?" he called "Oh yes, arrested you didn't I, oh well, I better go and see what's happening at Kings Cross then. " He said, and then put on his coat and headed for the train station.

Upon arrival he found the woman who had phoned him , a somewhat short woman going by the name of Miss Honeybum.

"Oh, I'm so glad you came," she panted as she ran up to him, "They've been doing it all morning, just wandering up to that barrier there and then disappearing, do you think it's some sort of drugs ring or something?" She asked.

*Hmm,* thought the constable, *if it is I could get that promotion I've been after.* "No," he replied, I don't think that's very likely, but I'd better just check to be sure..." He wandered over to the barrier and tapped it a couple of times, just to check it was solid, but everything appeared fine, he turned to discover a small crowd were watching him, they looked like a funny lot to the inspector, strange large trunks and lots of animals. The crowd staring at him like this annoyed him, "You, boy" he shouted at one of them with a caged owl, which he decided had to be illegal, "What's your name?"

"H- H- Harry Potter" he stuttered. Constable Jones noted that down in his note book, there's something funny about him he thought, then it came to him, he noticed the strange scar the boy had, almost like a lightning bolt.

"Well, boy, Where are you off to then?" barked the constable.

"Hogw, opps I mean school" Harry replied "We all are."

"All of you, eh?" said constable Jones "What school would this be then?"

"Ummm, err, well...." began Harry

"Can't answer eh? Well, I think you master Potter will be coming down the station with me then!"

"But, I ..I can't..,"

"Why not, got to collect your drugs, eh?" Demanded constable Jones "well, no time for that now."

About half an hour later Harry found himself in Chumpton police station, being interrogated, with questions along the lines of :

"So, gonna swap that owl for some crack were you then?"

After some time of trying to explain that he was not going to swap his owl, trunk, or anything else for any sort of pill, Harry found himself being put into a cell, thoroughly disbelieved.

"Well another case closed" said constable Jones to no-one in particular, " just as soon as I catch all those other drug barons there."

CASE CLOSED

p.s Harry just disapparated from the cell, much to the amazement of constable Smith, with whom he was sharing a cell. Constable Jones did not notice as he was too busy tracking all the other "drug barons", nor did he ever get his promotion, as he never found anyone or proved anything, and Miss Honeybum hastily changed her name.