A/N: Thank you to: The Grim (of course), cookiedoughfudgemintchip, and-in-the-darkness-bind-them (a person after mine own soul!), spanna and witchintraining for your reviews of chapter 3. Now, i s'pose you were wondering what happened...

Trust

"Do you think he's alright?"

"Must have had quite a shock, I mean who wouldn't"

Harry's head was swimming, coloured shapes kept coming in and out of focus. All he could remember was a deafening bang and then he guessed from the pain in his head that he must of hit the floor. He sat up with a jolt and looked around him; the walls of The Atrium seemed to being glowing bright pink, as did everything else for that matter, except the people and the winking, grinning face suspended in mid air. Harry quickly realised it was singing, a very rude song of which the subject matter seemed to be 'cheering up the boring old farts at the ministry'. All around him stunned Ministry workers were apparating to see what was going on, some of the people who'd been there when the explosion happened were fixed to the spot, the mouths wide with disbelief. Then a couple of young receptionist witches began to giggle, and soon the entire building echoed with hundreds of peals of laughter.

"Wotcher Harry, c'mon, up you get. Yes, he's quite fine thank you, just felt a bit tired and needed to sit down for a sec... thank you, if you'd move please." Tonks, wearing a smart navy suit with smooth brown hair in neat bun behind her head, had marched through the thronging, hysterical crowd and grabbed Harry by the arm, "those Weasley plonkers, Harry did you not think to check your bag?"

Harry vaguely remembered the Auror offices from when he was in the Ministry last summer, but of course the setting had changed. The wall that had formerly held information on Sirius Black now was covered in maps, posters, notes on the whereabouts of the Death Eaters. On every bare space, even the ceiling photos of Death Eaters were pinned, their condemned faces sneering nonchalantly down on the room. Harry had nowhere to hide from the shit that killed his parents and his godfather, Tonks gave his arm a gentle squeeze and led him to her desk.

It was dominated by poster of a cheery Quidditch team, who waved at him a he passed, the desk was covered in huge stacks of paper which wobbled precariously. Tonks conjured a chair for Harry and the two of the sat down, Harry only sat on the chair for a few seconds before it collapsed on the floor.

"Oh God, sorry Harry. Why can I never do that right? Are you OK?" He rubbed his sore buttock, grimacing.

"I'll be fine, but I think I just take one of those chairs," he pointed at the row of chairs along the far wall.

"OK, well for the first part of this week we're gonna look at the boring stuff like paperwork, then we'll do some magic stuff, and on the last day I'm taking you to the training centre where you'll do some practical tests and activities. Got it? It shouldn't be too hard for you."

"But Tonks, I've defeated Voldemort five times already what's to stop me doing real Auror work?" Harry was a bit pissed off, and anyway he was either going to die or murder sometime soon, why not this week?

"Harry you know that we all know about that, but this isn't a 'catch up with the Dark Lord time' this is Auror work experience, so we're doing what Auror's have to do, and that's called training. We're not all born prodigies you know." Harry grunted and Tonks gave him some papers to file.

Then, just before the end of the day Tonks handed him a small parcel. "Now Harry, can you just take this to the door of the Department of Mysteries, and knock three times like this," she rapped her knuckles on the table, "wait for someone to open the door, and say 'clam chowder', can you do that?"

Harry stared at her oddly, and nodded, he picked up the parcel and headed for the lift.

"Harry! How are you? Had a good summer?" Arthur Weasley was already in the lift, he held out his hand. "I heard about what happened in the Atrium this morning; my boys put you up to it did they?" he grinned at Harry.

"No Mr Weasley, they must have put something in my bag..."

Mr Weasley chuckled deviously to himself, "Come Harry, let's go and have a cup of tea."

They went into his office and Harry sat down whilst Mr Weasley sorted out the tea. He was trying to use a battery powered kettle, "All the magic in here... it interferes with it... ah!" Boiling hot water spilled onto his hand, Mr Weasley quickly cooled it with a charm that sprouted cold water from the end of his wand, produced a normal wizarding kettle. After chatting for several minutes Harry suddenly remembered the parcel.

"I'm so sorry Mr Weasley but I've got to go down to the Department of Mysteries, I've got a parcel to deliver..."

Something glinted in Mr Weasley's eyes, something Harry hadn't seen before, he gazed uncertainly at him, "You must be so busy dear boy, let me take it for you, I was going that way anyhow. No, don't worry, I know the password. It would be my pleasure." Harry cautiously put the parcel on the desk, where it was snatched up by Mr Weasley, "must be careful, yes, we wouldn't want this to fall into the wrong hands." He turned and walked out of the room, his face seemed much paler than before, his hair too, was slightly fairer. Harry shook himself and walked back to Tonks' office.

"You did it OK?"

"I gave it to Arthur Wesley, I met him in the lift, he said he was going down there anyway."

"Arthur? But he's not in today, we normally go to work together, it's his day off..."

"But my... shit, shit, SHIT!" A senior Auror turned around, who'd clearly been listening to everything they'd said. Tonks desperately tried to save Harry.

"Your shirt? What's the matter with your shirt Harry?" He buried his head in his hands and groaned, rocking forwards and backwards. Tonks grabbed him and pulled him into a corner, "do you realise what you've just done?! Who was it? Could you tell? Oh shit! Why did I give you something like that on your first day? Why?"

"Malfoy." Harry murmured the single word, a word that made every pair of ears in the room prick up, someone sounded an alarm and soon the whole building was being searched. Harry was sent back to Diagon Alley in shame, but he had been lucky; he was allowed back, but would have to be escorted everywhere.

"Did you get our little surprise this morning mate? Are you OK" Fred and George stared at him.

"Hey Harry, how was your day?" Ron came bounding up to him, his grin subsiding when he saw Harry's tragic expression. "Oh God, what happened?"

A/N: I was going to have something awful happening at the beginning, but I was advised to have a funny chapter, unfortunately I can't resist some bad stuff happening though. The thing with the shirt happened to me last year, only in front of a teacher, Isi (witchintraining) will remember! Hope you enjoyed that, I know it's not very long, but I have another chapter to write now...