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It said. That was lots of dialogue and not much description.

Well yeah it was meant to be lots of dialogue.

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ASSASIN

CHAPTER 5
THE MINISTER

Harry opened his eyes slowly. His headache was gone. He rolled onto his side. As he did so he nearly fell of the bed so he rolled back. He rolled onto his other side and saw why he was on the edge of the bed. Lying next to him with her eyes closed was the chestnut haired Angelina Johnson. Harry did a mental jig before getting up. He wandered into the bathroom, turned on the shower and began to wash.

Angelina awoke with a start. She yelled out before she could stop herself. Harry ran into the room.

"What happened?" He asked.

He was looking to see what had frightened Angelina but it's not easy to look heroic when you're stark naked and dripping wet.

"Nothing." Angelina replied, taking short breaths. "Just a dream." She took a deep breath and composed herself. "You might want to put some clothes on."

Harry went over to his wardrobe and picked out a set of clothes.

"You nearly gave me a heart attack." Harry said once fully clothed.

"Sorry."

"It's ok. What was your dream about anyway?"

"I'm not sure." Angelina looked puzzled. "All I remember was that there was a light."

"What kind of light?" Harry asked.

"Crimson." Angelina replied.

"That's it."

"That's all I can remember."

"You can remember the exact tone of the colour but nothing else?"

"Yep."

Harry chuckled.

"Look I've got to go." He began to walk towards the door. "Oh, by the way. Your pants are on top of the wardrobe and somehow your bra got in the toilet."

He picked up his long black cloak and left.

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Harry found Ron quickly but discovered nothing had been found.

"What'd you expect?" Ron asked.

"I don't know. I guess I at least expected something."

Harry and Ron were sat on a bench near flourishes home.

"What did we find? Zilch, nada, nothing."

"Wait." Harry's eyes widened. "What did we learn in our third year at Hogwarts.

"Hermione's crap at divination?"

"No."

"Never trust abnormally old nineteen toed rodents?"

"No Ron. How did Sirius escape from casaba?"

"He was an animagus but what does that have to do with..." Ron stopped suddenly.

Harry didn't even wait for Ron, he apparated instantly.

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Harry arrived at the ministry of magic within an instant. One of the perks of apparation. The waiting room was the same as ever: dusty, stuffy and smelling of rotten eggs. At the desk was a girl Harry wished could not be.

"Hey there Harry." Parvati Patil said chewing her quill.

Parvati as always was wearing so much make up she looked like a clown. (Harry had always detested clowns.) Her hair was bright orange and stuck out everywhere.

"How ya doin'?" She asked in her usual squeaky tones.

"Fine." Harry said trying not to look at the woman directly.

"How's about you and me go out tonight?" Parvati asked.

"No." Harry said bluntly.

"What? Why not?" Parvati said pouting like a two year old.

"A couple of reasons." Harry began. "First of all I find you irritating, boring, unintelligent and just plain unsanitary. And secondly I happened to be going out with Angelina."

"Angelina Johnson? That tart?"

"Let me in to see the minister." Harry said through clenched teeth.

"Fine." Parvati said huffily.

The doors opened and Harry stepped into the office of the Minister for magic.

The room was circular and blandly decorated. In the centre was the minster. Her eyes staring unblinkingly at Harry over the top of her spectacles.

"Potter." She said.

"Professor" Harry replied.

"Please Harry. I'm no longer a professor." The minister smiled.

"I know but I feels strange just calling you Minerva."

"You could simply call me minister."

"Well minister. I need to see the records of all registered animagi."

The minister clicked her fingers and a large book appeared over Harry head. Without so much as flinching Harry's hand shot up and caught the book before it had even begun to fall.

"Sharp as ever I see." Magonagal said. "But I can't allow you to take that book out of the ministry. You'll need to go in there." She pointed and a large door appeared on the wall. Harry stepped into the room and the door closed.

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Harry searched the book for hours looking for a name that he could even remotely connect to the murders, but no such luck. He found many names he recognised.

Seamus Finnigan: Goat.

Dean Thomas: Dog.

Ron Weasley: Tiger.

Hermoine Granger: Hawk.

Neville Longbottom: Tortoise.

Then he saw a name that surprised him. Not because of the fact that whoever it was, was an animagus but simply because it always feels strange to see your own name in writing.

Harry Potter: Panther.

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Harry left the Ministry at a quarter to three. He was glad that he could survive sleep deprivation. He walked through a field surrounded with forest. Harry felt a chill run down his spine. Then he found what had been following him this whole time.

"Come out! I won't bite!"