CHAPTER 4 - ASSIGNMENT AND CONVERSATIONS
Harry awoke the next morning to many bright rays in his face. He sat up groggily and stretched his arms, legs and neck. Groaning, he got up and meandered into the kitchen. There he settled upon a bowl of cereal for breakfast. He quickly finished it and retired to his bathroom to take a well-earned shower. Twenty minutes later he emerged with a towel around his waist and another in his hands, being used to dry his hair. He made his way to his bedroom and sat on his bed, continuing to dry his hair and neck. As he turned his head to dry the back of his neck more efficiently, he caught sight of his clock: quarter to eight in the morning.
"Oh gawd!" Harry muttered. He was due at the office at eight to receive his first assignment. Rushing around the room, he threw on a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt with "Chudley Cannons" on the back in neon orange. He immediately threw a pair of jet-black robes on over them with the "Auror in Training" crest on the front. He darted back into the bathroom where he quickly brushed his teeth and ran a brush through his hair, though it didn't do much for the messy mop that he had. He ran back into his room where he grabbed his auror ID and his wand. Checking his watch, he found that it was already five to eight. Cursing under his breath, he apparated to the ministry with a pop!
Once there, Harry ran through the front doors of the Magical Law Enforcement Department. He skidded up to the entrance desk and flashed the secretaries his ID for entrance. They quickly admitted him with a "Late are you?" Harry didn't take the time to reply as he ran past them and towards Crame's office. He was so busy running that he had passed the door he wanted before he realized it. Turning around and skidding back to the door, he entered and shut it quickly. He leaned against the door for a few seconds, breathing heavily, before he moved past Crame's secretary and walked calmly into Crame's office.
As Harry walked in, Crame looked up from some paper work on his desk.
"Good morning Mr. Potter," he stated with a smile. Then he noticed Harry's flushed face. "Are you alright?"
"What?" Harry asked, turning to his boss. He had spaced out for a second, trying to regulate his breathing. "Oh, I'm fine," he said.
"You sure?" Crame persisted.
"Yeah, I'm sure," Harry panted.
"Well if you're sure," Harry nodded, "then I have your assignment right here," he explained, motioning to the open file on his desk. "Here," he said, handing Harry the file, "Your first task is hunting down the man pictured in there." Harry opened the file to see a picture of a gaunt- faced man with dark skin and disgruntled black hair to his shoulder. The thing that really struck Harry though was his eyes. They were a deep blue, but they almost appeared to be a deep violet. "He is wanted for selling information from the ministry to death eaters. It is unconfirmed if he has any accomplices, but we have strong suspicions. Your job is to bring him in and find out of there are any others out there with him. Bring in as many as you can," Crame explained.
"Alright," Harry replied, still thumbing through the file. "Will I be going solo?" he asked.
"No, you will have two partners. They are Shane Marriott and Draco Malfoy," Crame read the names off another file he had. Harry spluttered at the second one.
"Excuse me sir, but I don't think I heard the last name correctly. Could you repeat it?" he asked.
"Well, it is Draco Malfoy. He completed his training last night, so this is also his first assignment," Crame explained slowly so Harry would completely understand. Harry blanched at his words. He had no idea that Malfoy had been training to be an auror. Wasn't he supposed to be a death eater? Now, Malfoy and. him?
"Please sir, could you possibly reconsider Malfoy? He and I don't exactly get along. Actually we don't get along at all," Harry explained cautiously. He didn't want to seem petty about his first assignment. He wanted to make a good impression, but he couldn't possibly work with Malfoy.
"I am sorry Mr. Potter, but I cannot reconsider your partnering. You must learn to get along to fulfill your mission. You also must learn to get along with all of your partners as you never know who you will be working with," Crame stated.
"Yes sir," Harry succumbed.
"You may go now. You don't need to be back until tomorrow when you will meet with Mr. Marriott and Mr. Malfoy. I'll see you tomorrow morning, Mr. Potter," Crame told him. Harry turned to go. "And Mr. Potter, your new ID is in the file also."
"Good day Mr. Crame," Harry nodded his head and left the room, slipping his new ID around his neck.
Harry had no idea what to do with himself for the rest of the day. Suddenly he got an idea. He quickly walked through the Magical Law Enforcement building, through another and finally into the Department of Mysteries: where Ron worked. He went to the front desk and showed the lady his ID. He wasn't sure if he would be let in, but he wanted to try. Surprisingly, the secretary accepted it.
"Is there anything you need, sir?" the lady asked after she had accepted his ID. Harry thought for a few seconds.
"Well, could you direct me to where Ron Weasley works?" he asked. The lady, or Ms. Walters as her name tag read, looked through some files.
"He is on the third floor, fourth door on the right," she explained. Harry nodded and prepared to leave. "Only thing is you need an authorization key to get in," she added. Harry's shoulders slumped a little in disappointment.
"Oh, well, can you send him a message for me?" Harry tried.
"That I can do," Ms. Walters said, pulling out a quill and parchment. "What's the message?"
"Just tell him that Harry wants to meet with him. Wait, can you tell me when he has his break?" Harry asked the lady.
"Let's see, he has his lunch break at a quarter to one," Ms. Walters read from her file.
"Ok, tell him to be at the Leaky Cauldron at one," Harry relayed.
"Alright, anything else?" Ms. Walters asked.
"No, that's all," Harry said. Ms. Walters nodded. "Good day," he said and he walked back out.
Wondering what else to do for the next four hours or so, Harry decided to pay Ginny Weasley a visit. He hadn't seen her since her graduation a year ago. So, turning around, he headed back to the Magical Law Enforcement Department. Once again flashing the front secretaries his ID, this time his official auror one, he entered the main part of the building and headed for the second floor. Seven doors down on the left, he entered the door labeled "Mr. Barnard Lex". Sitting at the desk in the corner of the front room was Ginny, who looked up when Harry entered.
"Hi Harry," she said excitedly, but without a blush. She had long ago gotten over her crush on Harry.
"Hey Ginny. How's it going?" he asked, casually leaning against her desk.
"Everything's great, and you?"
"Same. Are you still dating that Todd guy?" he asked.
"Todd Carren?" Harry nodded. "Yeah, I am," she answered with a smile. "How about you? Do you have a girlfriend yet?"
"Nope, not yet. Auror training has kept me pretty busy, and now I have my first assignment to work on," Harry explained.
"Oh, that's right. Congratulations on that. It must have been hard work." Harry nodded. "But really Harry, you need a girlfriend." Harry just shrugged.
"Thanks. There's not much I can do about a girlfriend though. Everything will work out in due time though. Don't you worry," Harry told her. Ginny smiled at him again. Just then a shout reached their ears.
"Ms. Weasley! I need the Trench file, and where is my coffee?!" a man shouted from behind a closed door to Harry's left. Ginny winced a little at the loud voice.
"Coming sir!" she shouted back before turning back to Harry. "That's Mr. Lex. He's always wanting something," she sighed. Then seeing Harry's suspicious look added, "It's not that bad. He just likes his things on time."
"Alright then," Harry said. "I'll let you get back to work. Bye Ginny," he waved before exiting the office.
Once again, Harry found himself with nothing to do. He still had about four hours of free time. Meandering slowly down the main hallway, he decided to visit his favorite store. He hadn't been there in ages, so he exited the building quickly and apparated to his flat. There, he took off his auror robes and threw on a pair of regular navy blue ones. He grabbed some money from a sack in his room and again disapparated, this time for Diagon Alley.
Harry soon reappeared inside the Leaky Cauldron. Waving to Tom, he passed through the back door and to the brick wall. Tapping the correct bricks with his wand, the entrance to the alley appeared, and Harry joined the hustle and bustle of the other shoppers. He immediately headed for Quality Quidditch Supplies, the reason he was there.
Upon entering, Harry felt a sense of belonging wash over him. As he scanned the shelves of things, he soon spotted the latest racing broom on a pedestal in the middle of the room. Harry approached the stand and read the information card.
THE NIMBUS 4000 - By far the highest quality broom money can buy. Equipped with a specially designed, streamline handle for greater speed. Its each twig in the tail is specially picked, trimmed and refined for the greatest streamline action. It has a built in compass and security device so you never have to worry about losing it, or it losing you. The best broom of this day and age, it is faster than any other broom yet, making it a shoo- in for the Quidditch World Cup.
Harry stared in awe at the broom before him. It was immaculate as far as he could tell. He wished he could just feel it in his hands and be able to fly it around the pitch. Then he thought back to his own broom. It was still in great condition, so he had no need for another one. With that thought in mind, he sadly turned his head from the new broom to look at the other merchandise.
Harry spent hours looking at the supplies in the store. By the time he finally checked his watch, it was a quarter to one. Deciding he had better, Harry paid for his few selections at the front with the sales clerk before heading back to the Leaky Cauldron. Inside the pub, Harry soon chose a table and sat down at it. Not long after, he heard a shout.
"Harry!" Ron shouted from the front of the place.
"Hey Ron," Harry replied as Ron walked over quickly. Ron immediately took the seat opposite Harry.
"So, what's up?" Ron asked casually.
"Nothing much really, you?" Harry replied.
"Same." Just then a waitress came over and they placed their individual orders with her. Before leaving, she winked at Harry slyly, but Ron saw it. "Looks like she likes you," Ron told Harry.
"What?" Harry had been zoning again, so he had been oblivious to the wink sent his way.
"Hello? Did you totally just miss that?" Ron asked in disbelief.
"Miss what?" Harry was starting to feel clueless.
"The waitress. She likes you," Ron explained.
"Excuse me?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"She just winked at you as she walked away."
"Whatever." It wasn't like he had a thing against girls; in all actuality he was often flirting with girls. Right now he was still mad from his meeting with Crame.
"Come on Harry! You need a girlfriend!" Ron exclaimed at him.
"No, I don't."
"Yes you do! You can't stay single forever!" Ron persisted.
"Yes I can. I am quite happy with my status," Harry replied coolly.
"You can't honestly believe that. You can't believe that you are perfectly happy alone." That one struck a little nerve.
"Well, look at you. Do you have a girlfriend?" Harry countered. At this Ron blushed.
"Umm, actually I do," Ron managed. This served to completely snap Harry to attention.
"You- you do?" Harry stuttered.
"Er, yeah."
"Who is she?" Harry wondered in interest.
"Well," Ron stalled. How should he put this to Harry?
"Come on!" Harry urged.
"Actually, you know her," Ron started.
"I do? Who is she?" Harry repeated, growing more and more interested.
"Well." Ron stuttered. Harry leaned forward in interest. "It's Hermione," he said finally. Whatever Harry had been expecting, it wasn't that.
"Whoa," was all he said as he sat back. It wasn't as if it were a bad thing; it was just a shock. Ron watched Harry a little worriedly.
"Harry? Harry?" he asked tentatively. Harry snapped to again.
"Yeah? Oh, congratulations I guess. Sorry if I spaced out. It was a little out of the blue," Harry explained.
"You're not mad, are you?" Ron asked cautiously.
"No, I was just a little shocked. I'm really happy for you both," Harry said with a smile. Ron visibly relaxed at this.
"Good. So, what have you been up to?" Ron changed the subject. For the next forty-five minutes, they talked about what they had each done for the past month. Harry talked about his auror training, leaving out the wolf and stag incident for another time, while Ron spoke of his new job in Research and Development for the Department of Mysteries. Harry was pretty interested in this. Soon Harry found himself telling Ron of his first assignment.
"They have me hunting down this guy and any accomplices who are selling ministry secrets. What really gets me though are my partners," Harry explained.
"Who are they?" Ron asked.
"Some guy named Shane and Malfoy." Ron nearly choked on his drink.
"Wh- what?" he spluttered just as Harry had earlier.
"Yeah, that's right. I have to do a mission with Malfoy," Harry confirmed.
"Malfoy?" Ron asked weakly. "I didn't even know he was training to be an auror!" he exclaimed.
"I didn't either, but he is. Now I get to work with him. What's the bet he is one of the ones selling ministry secrets to the death eaters?" Harry asked nastily.
"Wouldn't put it past him," Ron muttered darkly. Then he added, "I really feel for you, Harry. Honestly, Malfoy!" Just then he looked at his watch and found it to be five to two. "I had better go Harry. I am due back at two."
"See you, Ron."
"By the way, do you still want to meet on the third?" Ron asked as he prepared to disapparate.
"Yeah," Harry confirmed.
"Well, bye then," Ron replied before disapperating. Harry then grabbed his belongings and disapparated too. He soon was back in his flat. Placing his purchases in the sitting room, he grabbed some chips from the kitchen and sat down to read some. He spent the rest of his afternoon and evening just lounging. He finally went to sleep around ten with thoughts of meeting up with Malfoy the next day for their assignment.
Harry awoke the next morning to many bright rays in his face. He sat up groggily and stretched his arms, legs and neck. Groaning, he got up and meandered into the kitchen. There he settled upon a bowl of cereal for breakfast. He quickly finished it and retired to his bathroom to take a well-earned shower. Twenty minutes later he emerged with a towel around his waist and another in his hands, being used to dry his hair. He made his way to his bedroom and sat on his bed, continuing to dry his hair and neck. As he turned his head to dry the back of his neck more efficiently, he caught sight of his clock: quarter to eight in the morning.
"Oh gawd!" Harry muttered. He was due at the office at eight to receive his first assignment. Rushing around the room, he threw on a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt with "Chudley Cannons" on the back in neon orange. He immediately threw a pair of jet-black robes on over them with the "Auror in Training" crest on the front. He darted back into the bathroom where he quickly brushed his teeth and ran a brush through his hair, though it didn't do much for the messy mop that he had. He ran back into his room where he grabbed his auror ID and his wand. Checking his watch, he found that it was already five to eight. Cursing under his breath, he apparated to the ministry with a pop!
Once there, Harry ran through the front doors of the Magical Law Enforcement Department. He skidded up to the entrance desk and flashed the secretaries his ID for entrance. They quickly admitted him with a "Late are you?" Harry didn't take the time to reply as he ran past them and towards Crame's office. He was so busy running that he had passed the door he wanted before he realized it. Turning around and skidding back to the door, he entered and shut it quickly. He leaned against the door for a few seconds, breathing heavily, before he moved past Crame's secretary and walked calmly into Crame's office.
As Harry walked in, Crame looked up from some paper work on his desk.
"Good morning Mr. Potter," he stated with a smile. Then he noticed Harry's flushed face. "Are you alright?"
"What?" Harry asked, turning to his boss. He had spaced out for a second, trying to regulate his breathing. "Oh, I'm fine," he said.
"You sure?" Crame persisted.
"Yeah, I'm sure," Harry panted.
"Well if you're sure," Harry nodded, "then I have your assignment right here," he explained, motioning to the open file on his desk. "Here," he said, handing Harry the file, "Your first task is hunting down the man pictured in there." Harry opened the file to see a picture of a gaunt- faced man with dark skin and disgruntled black hair to his shoulder. The thing that really struck Harry though was his eyes. They were a deep blue, but they almost appeared to be a deep violet. "He is wanted for selling information from the ministry to death eaters. It is unconfirmed if he has any accomplices, but we have strong suspicions. Your job is to bring him in and find out of there are any others out there with him. Bring in as many as you can," Crame explained.
"Alright," Harry replied, still thumbing through the file. "Will I be going solo?" he asked.
"No, you will have two partners. They are Shane Marriott and Draco Malfoy," Crame read the names off another file he had. Harry spluttered at the second one.
"Excuse me sir, but I don't think I heard the last name correctly. Could you repeat it?" he asked.
"Well, it is Draco Malfoy. He completed his training last night, so this is also his first assignment," Crame explained slowly so Harry would completely understand. Harry blanched at his words. He had no idea that Malfoy had been training to be an auror. Wasn't he supposed to be a death eater? Now, Malfoy and. him?
"Please sir, could you possibly reconsider Malfoy? He and I don't exactly get along. Actually we don't get along at all," Harry explained cautiously. He didn't want to seem petty about his first assignment. He wanted to make a good impression, but he couldn't possibly work with Malfoy.
"I am sorry Mr. Potter, but I cannot reconsider your partnering. You must learn to get along to fulfill your mission. You also must learn to get along with all of your partners as you never know who you will be working with," Crame stated.
"Yes sir," Harry succumbed.
"You may go now. You don't need to be back until tomorrow when you will meet with Mr. Marriott and Mr. Malfoy. I'll see you tomorrow morning, Mr. Potter," Crame told him. Harry turned to go. "And Mr. Potter, your new ID is in the file also."
"Good day Mr. Crame," Harry nodded his head and left the room, slipping his new ID around his neck.
Harry had no idea what to do with himself for the rest of the day. Suddenly he got an idea. He quickly walked through the Magical Law Enforcement building, through another and finally into the Department of Mysteries: where Ron worked. He went to the front desk and showed the lady his ID. He wasn't sure if he would be let in, but he wanted to try. Surprisingly, the secretary accepted it.
"Is there anything you need, sir?" the lady asked after she had accepted his ID. Harry thought for a few seconds.
"Well, could you direct me to where Ron Weasley works?" he asked. The lady, or Ms. Walters as her name tag read, looked through some files.
"He is on the third floor, fourth door on the right," she explained. Harry nodded and prepared to leave. "Only thing is you need an authorization key to get in," she added. Harry's shoulders slumped a little in disappointment.
"Oh, well, can you send him a message for me?" Harry tried.
"That I can do," Ms. Walters said, pulling out a quill and parchment. "What's the message?"
"Just tell him that Harry wants to meet with him. Wait, can you tell me when he has his break?" Harry asked the lady.
"Let's see, he has his lunch break at a quarter to one," Ms. Walters read from her file.
"Ok, tell him to be at the Leaky Cauldron at one," Harry relayed.
"Alright, anything else?" Ms. Walters asked.
"No, that's all," Harry said. Ms. Walters nodded. "Good day," he said and he walked back out.
Wondering what else to do for the next four hours or so, Harry decided to pay Ginny Weasley a visit. He hadn't seen her since her graduation a year ago. So, turning around, he headed back to the Magical Law Enforcement Department. Once again flashing the front secretaries his ID, this time his official auror one, he entered the main part of the building and headed for the second floor. Seven doors down on the left, he entered the door labeled "Mr. Barnard Lex". Sitting at the desk in the corner of the front room was Ginny, who looked up when Harry entered.
"Hi Harry," she said excitedly, but without a blush. She had long ago gotten over her crush on Harry.
"Hey Ginny. How's it going?" he asked, casually leaning against her desk.
"Everything's great, and you?"
"Same. Are you still dating that Todd guy?" he asked.
"Todd Carren?" Harry nodded. "Yeah, I am," she answered with a smile. "How about you? Do you have a girlfriend yet?"
"Nope, not yet. Auror training has kept me pretty busy, and now I have my first assignment to work on," Harry explained.
"Oh, that's right. Congratulations on that. It must have been hard work." Harry nodded. "But really Harry, you need a girlfriend." Harry just shrugged.
"Thanks. There's not much I can do about a girlfriend though. Everything will work out in due time though. Don't you worry," Harry told her. Ginny smiled at him again. Just then a shout reached their ears.
"Ms. Weasley! I need the Trench file, and where is my coffee?!" a man shouted from behind a closed door to Harry's left. Ginny winced a little at the loud voice.
"Coming sir!" she shouted back before turning back to Harry. "That's Mr. Lex. He's always wanting something," she sighed. Then seeing Harry's suspicious look added, "It's not that bad. He just likes his things on time."
"Alright then," Harry said. "I'll let you get back to work. Bye Ginny," he waved before exiting the office.
Once again, Harry found himself with nothing to do. He still had about four hours of free time. Meandering slowly down the main hallway, he decided to visit his favorite store. He hadn't been there in ages, so he exited the building quickly and apparated to his flat. There, he took off his auror robes and threw on a pair of regular navy blue ones. He grabbed some money from a sack in his room and again disapparated, this time for Diagon Alley.
Harry soon reappeared inside the Leaky Cauldron. Waving to Tom, he passed through the back door and to the brick wall. Tapping the correct bricks with his wand, the entrance to the alley appeared, and Harry joined the hustle and bustle of the other shoppers. He immediately headed for Quality Quidditch Supplies, the reason he was there.
Upon entering, Harry felt a sense of belonging wash over him. As he scanned the shelves of things, he soon spotted the latest racing broom on a pedestal in the middle of the room. Harry approached the stand and read the information card.
THE NIMBUS 4000 - By far the highest quality broom money can buy. Equipped with a specially designed, streamline handle for greater speed. Its each twig in the tail is specially picked, trimmed and refined for the greatest streamline action. It has a built in compass and security device so you never have to worry about losing it, or it losing you. The best broom of this day and age, it is faster than any other broom yet, making it a shoo- in for the Quidditch World Cup.
Harry stared in awe at the broom before him. It was immaculate as far as he could tell. He wished he could just feel it in his hands and be able to fly it around the pitch. Then he thought back to his own broom. It was still in great condition, so he had no need for another one. With that thought in mind, he sadly turned his head from the new broom to look at the other merchandise.
Harry spent hours looking at the supplies in the store. By the time he finally checked his watch, it was a quarter to one. Deciding he had better, Harry paid for his few selections at the front with the sales clerk before heading back to the Leaky Cauldron. Inside the pub, Harry soon chose a table and sat down at it. Not long after, he heard a shout.
"Harry!" Ron shouted from the front of the place.
"Hey Ron," Harry replied as Ron walked over quickly. Ron immediately took the seat opposite Harry.
"So, what's up?" Ron asked casually.
"Nothing much really, you?" Harry replied.
"Same." Just then a waitress came over and they placed their individual orders with her. Before leaving, she winked at Harry slyly, but Ron saw it. "Looks like she likes you," Ron told Harry.
"What?" Harry had been zoning again, so he had been oblivious to the wink sent his way.
"Hello? Did you totally just miss that?" Ron asked in disbelief.
"Miss what?" Harry was starting to feel clueless.
"The waitress. She likes you," Ron explained.
"Excuse me?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"She just winked at you as she walked away."
"Whatever." It wasn't like he had a thing against girls; in all actuality he was often flirting with girls. Right now he was still mad from his meeting with Crame.
"Come on Harry! You need a girlfriend!" Ron exclaimed at him.
"No, I don't."
"Yes you do! You can't stay single forever!" Ron persisted.
"Yes I can. I am quite happy with my status," Harry replied coolly.
"You can't honestly believe that. You can't believe that you are perfectly happy alone." That one struck a little nerve.
"Well, look at you. Do you have a girlfriend?" Harry countered. At this Ron blushed.
"Umm, actually I do," Ron managed. This served to completely snap Harry to attention.
"You- you do?" Harry stuttered.
"Er, yeah."
"Who is she?" Harry wondered in interest.
"Well," Ron stalled. How should he put this to Harry?
"Come on!" Harry urged.
"Actually, you know her," Ron started.
"I do? Who is she?" Harry repeated, growing more and more interested.
"Well." Ron stuttered. Harry leaned forward in interest. "It's Hermione," he said finally. Whatever Harry had been expecting, it wasn't that.
"Whoa," was all he said as he sat back. It wasn't as if it were a bad thing; it was just a shock. Ron watched Harry a little worriedly.
"Harry? Harry?" he asked tentatively. Harry snapped to again.
"Yeah? Oh, congratulations I guess. Sorry if I spaced out. It was a little out of the blue," Harry explained.
"You're not mad, are you?" Ron asked cautiously.
"No, I was just a little shocked. I'm really happy for you both," Harry said with a smile. Ron visibly relaxed at this.
"Good. So, what have you been up to?" Ron changed the subject. For the next forty-five minutes, they talked about what they had each done for the past month. Harry talked about his auror training, leaving out the wolf and stag incident for another time, while Ron spoke of his new job in Research and Development for the Department of Mysteries. Harry was pretty interested in this. Soon Harry found himself telling Ron of his first assignment.
"They have me hunting down this guy and any accomplices who are selling ministry secrets. What really gets me though are my partners," Harry explained.
"Who are they?" Ron asked.
"Some guy named Shane and Malfoy." Ron nearly choked on his drink.
"Wh- what?" he spluttered just as Harry had earlier.
"Yeah, that's right. I have to do a mission with Malfoy," Harry confirmed.
"Malfoy?" Ron asked weakly. "I didn't even know he was training to be an auror!" he exclaimed.
"I didn't either, but he is. Now I get to work with him. What's the bet he is one of the ones selling ministry secrets to the death eaters?" Harry asked nastily.
"Wouldn't put it past him," Ron muttered darkly. Then he added, "I really feel for you, Harry. Honestly, Malfoy!" Just then he looked at his watch and found it to be five to two. "I had better go Harry. I am due back at two."
"See you, Ron."
"By the way, do you still want to meet on the third?" Ron asked as he prepared to disapparate.
"Yeah," Harry confirmed.
"Well, bye then," Ron replied before disapperating. Harry then grabbed his belongings and disapparated too. He soon was back in his flat. Placing his purchases in the sitting room, he grabbed some chips from the kitchen and sat down to read some. He spent the rest of his afternoon and evening just lounging. He finally went to sleep around ten with thoughts of meeting up with Malfoy the next day for their assignment.