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Harry roused himself at seven, and ate a quick breakfast. His watch began at 8 AM, and Neville would take over at ten unless something went wrong. When he walked outside the hotel, he found the back of the hotel surrounded by police, and a number of townspeople had gathered. Harry's heart went out to an older woman, who bore an unmistakable resemblance to the policeman that had been killed. She was with a younger woman, and they were both crying while talking to the police.
Harry watched the scene for a few more minutes, and then left. He strode down the street, counting alleys so that he would find the right one, and whispered his invisibility spell. A large box nearby was put into use as a seat, and Harry stayed there, watching, for almost an hour. Right before Harry was about to step out and contact the other Aurors, the door portion of the wall dissolved into thin air. Harry gaped as two men stepped out, dressed smartly in business suits, and the wall firmed behind them. When the men walked out of the alley, Harry kept an eye on them, but conjured up the speech spell.
"Neville, Edward, two men just came out of the wall. They're heading east on Main.. no, wait, they split up, I'll need someone to track the other one," he urgently whispered.
MacRae's grating voice came through. "I'll be there in a second."
And he was, for Harry turned around a split second before the Auror appeared. He turned visible and quickly explained the physical features of the man they were looking for. When MacRae had memorized them, Harry sprinted off after the other.
He rounded the corner and saw his quarry in the middle of a crowd. The plain brown hair didn't stand out, and Harry irritably wished that more Death Eaters would have distinctive hair coloring. Earlier that year he had caught one who magicked his hair blue..
The man turned another corner, and Harry had to walk quickly to keep up with him. Eventually, the man turned into a modern-looking building. Harry cursed under his breath and made himself invisible again, which was taking a fair risk when one was surrounded by Muggles. He slipped in the door before it closed, and walked quietly behind the man, who was heading for the elevators. While waiting beside him, Harry took the opportunity to closely study the man, in an attempt to discover his identity.
The target stood at about five feet, five inches, which was quite a bit shorter than Harry's 6'2". His eyes were a dull brown. He blended in perfectly, which was important, as Harry knew. His piercing green eyes, dark hair, and scar tended to get quite a few looks. That was why he usually remembered to place an illusion on the scar, which rendered him a lot more inconspicuous. On occasion, Aurors altered their hair and eye colors to make them less recognizable to Death Eaters.
The elevators opened while Harry was studying the man. 'Target', as Harry began to call him in his mind, stepped on and pressed the button for the fourth floor. Harry slipped into a corner, trying to stay away from people who might bump into him. He was invisible, but he wasn't intangible, which was a downside to the spell.
Target stepped out at the fourth floor and turned left. Harry followed. They walked silently, until Harry hit a squeaky board. He stepped back, horrified that Target might catch on. Luckily, Target only glanced at the floor and continued walking. Harry would have breathed a sigh of relief, but that would have made too much noise.
Target turned the knob on a door with the title "Alexander Rosque" emblazoned on it in gold lettering, and Harry barely had time to squeeze through before the door was closed.
He was in a neatly kept waiting room, with a couch and a receptionist behind a desk. Target, or Alexander, smiled at the receptionist before walking into a room at the back. Harry took a look around the waiting room, discovering from the pamphlets that Alexander was a lawyer. 'Or so he says,' thought Harry darkly. He slipped over to the desk, and swiped a pen when the woman's head was turned. With that, he quickly scribbled the address and office number on a pamphlet, and stuffed it into his pocket.
Harry Apparated back to the alley where the Death Eaters originally came out of. MacRae waited there, a grim look on his face. Harry turned visible. "Goes by Alexander Rosque, and is posing as a lawyer. Yours?"
MacRae glanced at a sheet of paper. "Michael Hughes, family doctor." His face contorted into a look of disgust. "I don't want to know what he's doing to his Muggle patients. We need to get this guy quickly. His office closes at 6."
Harry nodded. "We'll bring him back to the hotel room and use Veritaserum on him. That'll get us quick access to their headquarters, and all the information we need. What about Rosque?"
"Get him too. If they come back together every day, we don't want one coming back and the other not." MacRae glanced at his watch.
Harry sat down on a box. "I'll keep watch until ten, then. See you in an hour – no, nevermind, Neville's relieving me, isn't he?"
MacRae nodded. "See you at lunch." He disappeared.
The rest of Harry's shift went by without incident, and he met the others for lunch at noon. They went over what would happen right after 6 that night, and it was decided that Harry and MacRae would incapacitate and transport Hughes, and deliver him to Neville, who would watch Hughes while the other two got Rosque. They each had a vial of Veritaserum with them, so there was much, much more than enough to get everything they needed out of the two Death Eaters.
The afternoon passed quickly, and Harry and MacRae Apparated to the hall outside Hughes' office at five minutes to six. They waited, both invisible, wands ready. Their target exited at precisely six o'clock, pulling on his jacket. He closed the door, and before he could take another step, Harry had caught him from behind. "Stupefy."
Hughes stopped in his tracks, and was immediately Apparated back to the hotel room by MacRae. Neville kept his wand pointed at Hughes, who lay on the floor, and the other two Aurors Apparated to the office of Alexander Rosque. As luck would have it, he was just finishing up, allowing the Aurors to wait for him in the hall. Everything went by the book, and soon Rosque was lying beside Hughes, and MacRae was unscrewing his vial of Veritaserum.
"Which one first?" Harry asked, his wand trained on the lawyer. MacRae's eyes flicked from one to the other. "Doctor," he said. Harry nodded and pointed his wand at Hughes. "Enervate," he said quietly. The man's eyes flickered open, and he opened his mouth to say something -
- and MacRae tipped a drop of Veritaserum into his mouth. Hughes choked briefly, before instinctively swallowing. His eyes became unfocused, and his head tipped to the side. Harry sat down on a chair."First," Harry began, "what is the password to the door in the alley?"
The man replied, his voice toneless. "Fffft."
Harry narrowed his eyes. "Why is the password fffft?"
"No one would guess that the password wasn't a word," the man replied dully. Neville giggled. "Fffft," he said, before glares from Harry and MacRae shut him up.
Harry turned back to Hughes. "What is your name?"
"Michael Hughes."
"Not aliases, then," Harry muttered. "And how many Death Eaters are there in this town?"
The answer caused MacRae to choke on the bottle of water he was drinking.
"Fifty-seven."