Disclaimer: Don't own it, as usual.
A/N: I'd just like to say thanks to all the people who reviewed my story. Thanks Mountain, Fluffy, Adder, yeth, Evoraeis and MostPowerfulOfAllDarkLords. Thanks again!
"Hermione!" Ron cried. "How could you? No how are we going to get back home?"
"That's it! Just blame it all on me, Ron!" Hermione shouted. "How was I supposed to know we'd get attacked be thieves?"
"You're supposed to be the smart one! Now we're stuck here!"
"Just shut up! Both of you!" Harry yelled. Ron and Hermione stopped fighting and put on a terrified expression caused by Harry's sudden outburst.
"Now I don't care if the only thing you want to do around each other is tear each other's throats out. But please don't do it around me." Harry said. "Have you two forgotten the reason we came here in the first place? Voldemort! He's in this city somewhere. I don't know how we're going to get back to Hogwarts, but we'll worry about it once we have Voldemort."
"You're right, Harry." Said Hermione in a small voice. "You're absolutely right."
"Yeah. We're sorry mate." Ron apologized.
"So where should we look?" Harry asked.
"We could try the Watch." Hermione suggested. "Remember Reg Shoe, the zombie?"
Harry nodded. "I suppose we could try that."
Voldemort knew he should have been angry about something, but he couldn't quite remember what. He sat on the edge of a pond in someone's garden. It was a very rich garden, Voldemort noticed. The only thing that ruined the beauty of it was the hidden bear traps that lurked in the bushes. Not that Voldemort cared about them, much. In fact, he didn't really care about anything except for catching one of the fat flies.
Voldemort croaked happily as he swallowed a fly. By now, he didn't have a care in the world.
"Is this the right place?" Ron asked as they walked into the Watch house.
"It must be." Hermione replied. They walked up to a desk; sitting behind it was a dwarf. Hermione had read about dwarfs, and she knew it wasn't common for them to wear make-up.
"Can I help you?" The dwarf asked.
"Um… we'd like to report a missing… um… person." Said Hermione.
"They have to be missing for forty-eight hours before we can search. Two hours if they were last seen in the Shades."
"Why two hours in the Shades?" Ron asked.
"Because the stupid only last a minute in the Shades."
"What about the smart?" Asked Hermione.
"The smart don't go anywhere near the Shades. That's why they're smart." Said the dwarf, shrugging.
"Um… do you think we could talk with the person in charge here?" Harry whispered, leaning forward. "It's a rather complicated matter."
The dwarf's brow wrinkled. "I suppose I could let you see Commander Vimes if it's that important. I'm not sure he'll want to hear you out, though."
"That's fine." Said Harry. "When can we see him?"
"Right now." She beckoned them to follow her. They were led to a door that she knocked on.
"It's open." A voice called from inside. Once the door was opened Harry found himself staring at a desk filled with paperwork.
"It's Corporal Littlebottom, sir." Said the dwarf.
"Oh." Said a voice behind the stacks of paperwork. "You haven't finished those reports have you, Cheery?"
"Um… no sir not yet." Said Cheery in a panicked voice.
"Good." The owner of the voice stood up. Harry saw a very disgruntled man pull a silver cigar case from a drawer in the desk hidden by paperwork. "Because if you did you'd be out of here before you could say "Lord Vetinari"." He waved a hand towards his desk.
"Who are they?" The man asked, indicating Harry, Ron and Hermione.
"They asked to see you, sir." Said Cheery.
"A lot of people ask to see me, Cheery. Most of them with a loaded crossbow. Why should they be any different?"
"Please, Mr.?" Hermione asked.
"Vimes." The man replied.
"Please Mr. Vimes," Hermione continued, stepping forward. "We wish to ask your help in seeking a murderer."
Vimes frowned. "I don't remember there being any suspicious murders reported."
"Not yet, but there will be." Said Harry, coming to Hermione's defense. "This murderer has killed… elsewhere. But anyone here could be next."
Vimes studied Harry's face for some time, as if trying to find a trace of lie. "Fine." He sat on the edge of his desk. "I'm listening."
Harry shifted uneasily. He glanced over his shoulder at Ron and Hermione, hoping to find some advice. "There is… something else that could cause difficulties in the search. Something very hard to explain."
Vimes continued to watch Harry. "Cheery?" He inquired, placing a cigar in his mouth.
"Yes, Mister Vimes?" Said Cheery.
"Go and fetch Captain Carrot and Sergeant Angua." Vimes lit his cigar.
"Yes, sir." Said Cheery before rushing out of the room.
"Why do you need more Watchmen?" Ron asked.
"You said it would be hard to explain the situation." Said Vimes, inhaling the cigar. "Well Captain Carrot is very good at understanding explanations." Vimes paused for a few seconds. "Almost too good to be true."
Bellatrix Lestrange and her sister, Narcissa Malfoy stared at the ex-potions master, Severus Snape. Narcissa's son, Draco stood between the three adults, a slight smirk on his face. Bellatrix's face looked as if she would explode.
"We have not heard from our master since he left, and you say we should ignore this!" Bellatrix screamed at Snape.
"Now, now Bella." Snape said coolly, trying to calm Bellatrix down. "I'm sure nothing has happened to our master."
"HE SAID HE WOULD KEEP IN TOUCH!" Bellatrix screeched. "It has been days and not one message! How can you just ignore this?"
Snape's face twitched as he thought this over. "Very well," He said finally. "I shall travel to the Discworld to make sure nothing has happened."
"I'm coming too." Draco said suddenly.
"No, I must go alone." Said Snape.
"But I'm hiding from the Ministry too. I'm a death eater aren't I? Surely I have the right to serve the Dark Lord as much as you do." Said Malfoy, glaring at Snape. "And besides, if Potter can travel to another dimension, so can I!"
The three adults exchanged glances. "Fine, you may come." Said Snape.
Ridcully stared at the Bursar, who was now clucking like a chicken.
"Where are his pills?" Ridcully demanded.
There was a faint "pop" and two wizards suddenly appeared.
"We have been sent here by Albus Dumbledore-"Snape started before being cut off by Ridcully.
"You could be sent by bloody Morporkia for all I care! Now you go back and tell this "Dumbledore" that we are not an Inn where you can just drop by any time you like!"
Snape glared at Ridcully for a few minutes before saying, "Come Draco."
Draco tore his gaze away from the Bursar, who started flapping his arms and was currently pecking at the floor, and followed Snape into Ankh-Morpork.
Vimes, Angua and Carrot listened intently to Harry, Hermione and Ron explain where they were from and who Voldemort was etc. The most confusing part was when they got to the part of Voldemort being turned into a frog.
"So basically," Said Vimes. "We're looking for a murderer, who is a wizard, who has been turned into a frog. And this frog looks like every other frog with the description of green and slimy, except it's really a wizard who is a vicious, cold blooded murderer, and the only way we can find him is if we collect every frog in the city for you to use a spell on to turn him back human."
The three of them nodded. Vimes sighed.
"You're not helping with this." He said.
"What should we do now, Mister Vimes?" Angua asked.
"Well, right now the key thing is not to let Vetinari know about this." Said Vimes, butting his cigar.
"Stop me from knowing what, Commander?" Said a voice by the door.
Everyone spun around to see Lord Vetinari entering the office.
A/N: Thanks again to all my reviewers, you guys are what keep my writing!"