For diclaimers, see part one.
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Harry floated alone in the night sky, enjoying the light April breeze. He and his team had interrupted a Death Eater raid, capturing three magical creatures and a Death Eater. The rest of the participants had escaped, but Harry was still satisfied as the Death Eater that they had captured would be the final nail in the coffin of the Goyle family. The night had been so nice that he had decided to take charge of the clean up and let his second- in-command deal with the prisoners and most of the team. The other three people that had stayed to clean up had apparated or port-keyed out, eager to return to their families, leaning Harry to go home alone. He had decided to take advantage of the Twin's latest gift to him, a device that had the same effect as an invisibility cloak, but worked for a broom-rider. The freedom to fly over muggle England was wonderful, and Harry took advantage of the prototype device as often as possible.
Harry touched down in a dark corner a few blocks from his flat and discretely made his way home. A special key and a small spell and the door opened. Harry shivered for a moment as his home wards washed over him before settling themselves down. Harry turned and set his broom in the niche by the door, an offhand incendio lighting a small fire in the fireplace on the opposite wall. Harry began moving around, going through his nightly rituals. The flat was small, but comfortable and Sliss hissed a welcome from his perch in the corner. When Hedwig had been intercepted by a Death Eater, and killed as a cruel, childish taunt, Harry had been unable to bring himself to replace her. Sliss had just come up to Harry's desk one day on his own. His appearance had scared most of the team, and even now they did their best not to enter Harry's flat as Harry wouldn't even hear of putting Sliss in a tank or case. Harry still couldn't convince them that while Sliss had free run of the apartment, he was a perfect gentleman and wouldn't bite someone who didn't deserve it. Harry smiled at his friend and put down the mouse that he had scooped up on his way home. The sounds of the mouse moving didn't last long, and Harry smiled to himself, imagining the mouse to be the elusive Pettigrew. Sirius' name had long been cleared through the use of a time-scrying spell and veritaserum, but Harry still felt the urge to kill the man who had framed his godfather and resurrected Voldemort.
Harry turned from his friend and went to fix himself a meal. Dobby had wanted to go with Harry after graduation, but Harry had convinced him to look after Professor Snape. Severus' spying career had come to an abrupt and definitive end at the end of his seventh year. Since recovering, Snape had become even more of a hermit, emerging from his rooms only to teach potions. This state of affairs had all concerned, but nothing could be done except to make the man as comfortable as possible.
Harry's meal was an odd assortment of muggle and wizard foods as his shopping, like most of his duties outside of work, happened wherever and whenever he happened to be when he remembered. He was just starting on his second tomato and cheese sandwich when a disembodied "Harry" from the fireplace interrupted him.
Harry turned grumpily to the fireplace. "What? I'm off duty. The prisoners are in custody and the report is not due until lunch!"
"Sorry sir, but there's been another attack."
Harry swore and headed for the broom in the corner. He mumbled to himself under his breath "What is intelligence doing, sitting on their hands?" Then he said louder "Where? Who is in charge? When?"
"The alarm just went off. No one's there yet. Hogsmeade."
Harry's blood turned to ice turned to ice and he ran out of his flat and it's anti-apparation fields faster than he ever remembered running.
TBC....
Got a question for you all. I haven't decided what to do with Draco in my story. Any suggestions?
Hey all! I'm so tickled to be receiving reviews. Please keep them coming. Like I said, reviews make me type faster. I'll try to get the next part out fairly soon. Enjoy!
Harry floated alone in the night sky, enjoying the light April breeze. He and his team had interrupted a Death Eater raid, capturing three magical creatures and a Death Eater. The rest of the participants had escaped, but Harry was still satisfied as the Death Eater that they had captured would be the final nail in the coffin of the Goyle family. The night had been so nice that he had decided to take charge of the clean up and let his second- in-command deal with the prisoners and most of the team. The other three people that had stayed to clean up had apparated or port-keyed out, eager to return to their families, leaning Harry to go home alone. He had decided to take advantage of the Twin's latest gift to him, a device that had the same effect as an invisibility cloak, but worked for a broom-rider. The freedom to fly over muggle England was wonderful, and Harry took advantage of the prototype device as often as possible.
Harry touched down in a dark corner a few blocks from his flat and discretely made his way home. A special key and a small spell and the door opened. Harry shivered for a moment as his home wards washed over him before settling themselves down. Harry turned and set his broom in the niche by the door, an offhand incendio lighting a small fire in the fireplace on the opposite wall. Harry began moving around, going through his nightly rituals. The flat was small, but comfortable and Sliss hissed a welcome from his perch in the corner. When Hedwig had been intercepted by a Death Eater, and killed as a cruel, childish taunt, Harry had been unable to bring himself to replace her. Sliss had just come up to Harry's desk one day on his own. His appearance had scared most of the team, and even now they did their best not to enter Harry's flat as Harry wouldn't even hear of putting Sliss in a tank or case. Harry still couldn't convince them that while Sliss had free run of the apartment, he was a perfect gentleman and wouldn't bite someone who didn't deserve it. Harry smiled at his friend and put down the mouse that he had scooped up on his way home. The sounds of the mouse moving didn't last long, and Harry smiled to himself, imagining the mouse to be the elusive Pettigrew. Sirius' name had long been cleared through the use of a time-scrying spell and veritaserum, but Harry still felt the urge to kill the man who had framed his godfather and resurrected Voldemort.
Harry turned from his friend and went to fix himself a meal. Dobby had wanted to go with Harry after graduation, but Harry had convinced him to look after Professor Snape. Severus' spying career had come to an abrupt and definitive end at the end of his seventh year. Since recovering, Snape had become even more of a hermit, emerging from his rooms only to teach potions. This state of affairs had all concerned, but nothing could be done except to make the man as comfortable as possible.
Harry's meal was an odd assortment of muggle and wizard foods as his shopping, like most of his duties outside of work, happened wherever and whenever he happened to be when he remembered. He was just starting on his second tomato and cheese sandwich when a disembodied "Harry" from the fireplace interrupted him.
Harry turned grumpily to the fireplace. "What? I'm off duty. The prisoners are in custody and the report is not due until lunch!"
"Sorry sir, but there's been another attack."
Harry swore and headed for the broom in the corner. He mumbled to himself under his breath "What is intelligence doing, sitting on their hands?" Then he said louder "Where? Who is in charge? When?"
"The alarm just went off. No one's there yet. Hogsmeade."
Harry's blood turned to ice turned to ice and he ran out of his flat and it's anti-apparation fields faster than he ever remembered running.
TBC....
Got a question for you all. I haven't decided what to do with Draco in my story. Any suggestions?