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A/N: Speech in double quotes, thoughts are in singles.

CHAPTER 3: THE STORY OF THE EGG

November 14, 2003

1444 Romeo

AJ'S OFFICE

JAG HQ, FALLS CHURCH, VA

Returning from the bathroom with a sullen (but clean) little AJ in tow, Harriet was the first to break the silence in the room. "So, cousin, what information have you got?"

Webb removed a folder from the inside of his jacket and began to speak. "The egg in question is from the rarest type of Dragon, the Soft-Scaled American Ridgeback (SSAR). They are the friendliest type of dragon in existence, so were easily sighted and almost became extinct due to Muggle hunters and wizards making pets out of them. They are the only things Muggles know as a dragon. Some of the people who saw them were the brothers Grimm, who took one home with them to study, Eli Marchingbone, and several other notables. The first sighting of the 20th Century was by a man named Walt Disney. He acquired a SSAR of his own, and used the dragon for the model for Sleeping Beauty. He used to have his dragon roast marshmallows for him in the office. Thus, when a Muggle thinks of a dragon, that's the image they get. The guys who wrote the movie Shrek also found one. They're so rare that the ministry didn't bother with memory charms, because the Muggles who claimed to see them could lead the wizards to them, yet still believe they had imagined it."

Harriet broke in by opening her purse and pulling out a photograph. "That's Great-Grandma with her pet SSAR, Madeline."

Harm looked at the picture and then dropped it in shock. "It's MOVING!"

"Yes, Commander, Wizard photos do that." Harriet opened her wallet again and pulled out another picture. "Here, Sir. I never showed you this, but now that you know…" She handed him a picture of himself and Sarah at the Surface Warfare Ball. He was grinning like an idiot, and the tiny version of Mac was powdering her nose.

"Oh, wow." Just then a small, naked version of little AJ ran into the frame, causing Harriet to blush profusely. "Um… Harriet, where did he come from?"

Harriet reached into her wallet yet again and pulled out the picture that had been next to the one Harm held. The background was the Roberts' bathroom, but there was nobody in the picture, until a suddenly shy AJ Roberts peeked around the corner of the frame at his mother before a manicured hand guided him gently into the frame, and an elegantly dressed Sarah Mackenzie stepped into view, simultaneously stepping out of Harm's picture. Harm simply stared.

"Um, can we get back to the egg?" Webb asked plaintively.

Albus Dumbledore stepped forward. "Yes, and then you all need to pack. You'll need to be in England by lunch tomorrow, do some shopping, then you will take the Floo Network to the school from the Leaky Cauldron. Proper Wizard Dress required. I'll arrange Muggle passes to Diagon Alley. Mac, when you get to London, take Harm and Bud to Madam Malkin's and charge it to the Ministry. Get some new robes for yourself as I presume either of you haven't worn them in awhile. Feel free to get Harriet some new robes as well, I know how women are when they shop. At least three sets of dress robes for all of you, also. AJ, I know you have an extensive robe collection, but if you would like anything, feel free to charge it as well. I must alert the house elves to your arrival. Good day to you." With that he walked to the fireplace, removed a small pouch from the ivy arrangement on the mantel, threw some Floo Powder into the fire, and, as Harm stood transfixed, the flames turned emerald green. Albus stepped into the fireplace, saying "Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office!" and was gone.

"How did he do that?" Harm was shaken.

"Floo Powder. It's magical; he'll travel through the network and come out in his office. Get used to it, that's how we're getting to England tomorrow. Now, listen to Mr. Webb, get any files you need and go home. Bring your suitcases tomorrow, we Floo out of my office at 0600. That will give us plenty of time to shop. Mac, remind me to get some Snape's Simple Headache Potion – Muggle aspirin just doesn't cut it when you're used to that. And PLEASE. Keep Harm and Bud out of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes!" AJ nodded to Webb, who stood up again.

"The egg was being brought into the US by Muggles, who bribed an as yet unknown someone in the wizarding world to get it for them. The stunning spells on security were by ministry wizards. They were surprised and had to disapparate. We're moving the guards to the Muggle Ward of St. Mungo's tonight, so we can question them before we modify their memories. I'll see you again at Hogwarts." With that, Webb replaced the file in his jacket, transformed and flew out the window.

"Change of plans, people. Let's all go out to a wizarding restaurant tonight, so we can get Harm used to some of this. Otherwise it's going to be too obvious that he's Muggle for him to be of any use for this investigation. Muggle Men, Suits, Women, Dress Robes. Go home, change, get a sitter for little AJ, and be back here in say, an hour and a half?"

After everyone had gone, he pulled his wand out of its secret hiding place in his office, then took a piece of parchment, a bottle of ink and a quill from his private store in the bottom of the desk, quickly writing, Chegwidden, reservation for eight. Taking his wand once more, he tapped the parchment, transfiguring it into a small paper airplane; with another tap it turned lavender and flew itself around the room, flapping its small wings like a hummingbird. Grabbing it, AJ headed towards the fireplace. Taking some more Floo powder, 'Better get some more tonight when we're in Dragon Square,' he thought. When the flames turned green, he threw the plane into the flames and said "Ming Dragon Restaurant, Wizard's Section, maitre d' desk." When it came out on the other side, it would fly itself to the reservation desk. He then went to the phone and called Meredith. "Get your dress robes on, Darlin', we're going out tonight."