A/N

A little bit shorter than the last chapter but I just can't write anymore. I like this chapter. It's funny.

lol

The Day Harry Potter Disappeared

Chapter Five:

The FBI

As Harry impatiently waited at the altar, he folded his arms and started to tap his foot noiselessly. Ron waited next to him and he placed a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Don't worry, mate. Everything's gonna go fine," Ron whispered so only he could hear. Harry did not make a sound but he did stopped tapping his foot.

"She's gorgeous. They did a brilliant job on her."

"Oh, so now you're ogling her. She's mine, you know." Harry whispered back.

"Calm down, she just looks diff--"

"So you're saying you don't ogle her when she's her normal gorgeous?" Harry's voice grew louder as he heatedly asked the question. He could feel his temper rising. Several people in the front row muttered and scowled at the pair of them. The priest even raised an eye at Harry. He and Ron smiled sheepishly at them all before turning to face the aisle, again.

Brilliant, Harry thought to himself, We've gone and caused a scene. She'll kill me if she finds out.

Ron looked abashed, "Look, mate. I really don't want to answer that question," he hurriedly said under his breath, "because either way you'll want to bash my head in."

Harry started to interrupt but Ron gave him a look, "Listen. If I say 'no I don't ogle her when she's her normal gorgeous,' you'll be indignant and angry because that means I don't think she's pretty. So, you'll pound me flat. If I say 'Yes! I regularly ogle her for hours!' you'll go stark raving mad and pummel my face into a pulp." Harry stared at his feet. He was being stupid. Even after his make-out session with Hermione in sixth year, Ron had not overreacted--much.

He smiled and whispered to Ron, "Yeah, I suppose I'd do more than just deck you one in the nose."

Ron smiled too, "You see! Lose-lose situation for the both of us, mate. Either way, you'll be angry and I'll be mashed into the ground. Besides, we wouldn't be able to do it now. If we ruin today she'll kill us!"

"Right. Sorry..."

Ron waved his hand brushing aside the apology, "It had to happen eventually..."

"What?" stammered Harry, perplexed.

Ron smiled and snickered, "That you'd fall in love, idiot!"

However, Harry lost his chance to retaliate against Ron for his amusement at his lack of romance as the doors opened and a familiar march began to play. A beautiful figure dressed in a white gown and bathed in light entered the aisle. Harry smiled as he watched the figure slowly walk towards him, but his expression soon turned into a grimace. The light surrounding her blinded him. Harry raised his hand to shield his eyes and he felt himself slipping away.

"NO--"

Harry Potter awoke with a familiar jolt. The blinding light in his dream immediately explained itself. Someone had thrown his curtains open to let the sunlight in.

"It's too early for it to be this bright," he blinked several times as his eyes adjusted and he stretched. Before he had any time to examine his newest dream, a noise from the doorway made him turn round.

Catherine stood in the doorway as she hitched a wide smile on her face, "I told you to savor your last moments of freedom." She was fully awake and fully dress. If sandals, jeans, and a T-shirt qualified as dressed for work.

"A little under-dressed, aren't you?"

She shook her head, "No. It's casual Friday everyday unless we're being inspected. That's usually on Monday but lucky for you it isn't this Monday." He stretched and yawned in an unconcerned way, which annoyed her.

"Anyway," she continued as her eye began to twitch, "it's six o'clock. We're leaving in forty-five minutes so I hope you can get ready in time." She walked down the hall merrily singing One way or another, I'm gonna find ya, I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya...

Harry plopped back onto the bed and covered his face with his hand. Catherine had seemed to be in a particular mood. He had done something to annoy her but he could not figure out what he had done.

"I hope Cat didn't awaken you too rudely." Jo now stood in his doorway and her appearance was completely different. She stood barefoot in the doorway with her hair up in a messy bun. She wore a fuzzy robe that covered a pair of plaid pajama pant bottoms and a tank top, and she held a toothbrush in her hand.

"I thought this was too early for you," said Harry.

"It is. Cat told you I'm not the morning person." Jo stuck her toothbrush in her mouth and ambled down the hall toward the bathroom.

"After the first five minutes of this morning, I wouldn't believe either of them were," he mumbled to himself.

Harry breathed deeply and stared up at the ceiling. He had been dreaming of his wedding day. Ron had been there. He felt a twinge of homesickness as he thought of Ron and Hermione.

If everything goes well, he though, I'll have to bring them here. Maybe by then I'll stop having these crazy dreams.

The dreams certainly were peculiar and his latest dream made as much sense as the others did, but they all had a common element: the faceless woman. She haunted his dreams like a forgotten memory. He knew who she was in the dream but he could not put a name or face to her.

In the first dream, she was his dying love. In the second dream, she was his loving wife. In this third dream, she was his beautiful bride. All these particular events had to occur in the future, but was his future set in stone?

But how could it be? In the first dream, she dies and in the next she is pregnant. She must not die. The first dream must be wrong. But if the first dream was just a dream, then the others would have to be just dreams too. If they were just dreams then why did he wonder endlessly about them? They had to be real. And if they were real then how could the woman die?

Maybe there are two women. Or maybe... Harry groaned, I'm over thinking these dreams. They're just dreams...that plague me day and night.

The dreams had to be his future. He supposed the woman had no face because her future was not set in stone. The one who he would cry over, marry, and have children with had not come into his life yet.

He wondered if he would ever be able to choose his destiny. His future always seemed to be decided for him before he knew it. Since he was born, prophecies had been made and had come true.

But these are not prophecies, he thought hopelessly, these are just dreams...

"Still in bed I see," Jo had come back. She now wore sandals, a skirt, and tank top. She had pulled her hair back in a ponytail but a few strands had escaped her hair tie.

Harry sat up, "Does no one dress professionally here?"

She smirked and ignored his questions, "Cat will be ready to leave in about twenty minutes and since she's showing you around at work I suggest you get ready," Jo walked away. Harry groaned (yet again). He lay in his bed for another five minutes before he heard Catherine yell from some distant corner of the condo, "Time difference or not you have to be ready in ten minutes!" Harry signed and opened his eyes. Getting up in the morning was too complicated.

"And this is Miss Sara Huckleberry," said Catherine as Harry shook hands with the woman. But he barely noticed her because he had already been introduced to twenty other "Sara Huckleberry's" in the last thirty minutes. Each person Catherine had introduced him to seemed to be a friend of Catherine's rather than a subordinate. She had smiled and inquired about the kids or a pet or intimate friend

After he had managed to throw some clothes on that morning, Catherine had dragged him out of the house and back into her muggle car. She had insisted on driving since he had not known where "the bureau" was located. (She fondly called it the bureau she said, "The American muggles have something or other called the FBI which stands for the Fettuccini Bureau In company." Jo sniggered, "It's the Federal Bureau of Investigation, Cat, I've told you a million times." "You know I never paid any attention in muggle culture class! Anyway, so since they have an FBI I thought we needed to have an FBI so I nicknamed the office the bureau and everybody thought it was a grand idea." Jo rolled her eyes.) To Harry's surprise the bureau was not an organization like the ministry of magic. Each division of the government had its own building complex and each division had a branch in each state with the main offices in Washington D.C.

"It's so each branch doesn't gain too much power over any other branch," Catherine rambled on, "If they were all in the same building one division would be bigger than another and think they had more power than the others. So, to be equal they just give each division its own building complex. At least, that's what Jo says. All about being equal apparently but I never paid much attention in history either because the magic community was all behind the scenes in the formation of the country." So Harry had suffered another car ride of Catherine's nonstop narration. At any other time he would have been very interested in learning about the area (it was an auror's job to know his surroundings) but not when he had just woken up without any coffee.

After getting the grand tour of the place (as Catherine phrased it), and shaking hands with a number of people he would not remember later, Catherine finally led him to her office presumably to give Harry his assignment. At least, that is what Harry hoped. Her office was in the back corner of the building and the nameplate on the door hung on by one screw.

"Why don't you fix that?" said Harry as they faced the door.

"Because it's an inside joke. Everyone likes to think I've got a screw loose. But that's why I'm the best in the business!" the last part she yelled to the hallway in general and Harry heard several people laugh at their desks, "Everyone's a big happy family." She opened the door and they walked into her office.

She had a corner office with two large windows. The shades were flung wide open so the room was lit by natural light. The room was spotless; quite the opposite of what Harry expected. She had a little plant on her desk along with a lamp and a neat stack of papers. On a table along the wall, a magical fax machine and scanner hummed and whirled.

She sat down behind the desk and gestured for Harry to sit in one of the chairs opposite her desk. She rifled through the papers on her desk, read a few, and scribbled her signature on a couple. She stood and placed the sheets into the fax and the papers vanished. Catherine looked up and saw him watching her.

"Magical faxes are much cleaner than birds," said Catherine as she sat down at her desk and twiddled her thumbs. After five seconds she sat up in her chair and sighed, "Jo's late. Oh well, I'll start telling you anyway." Harry sat straight up in his chair and focused on Catherine. Maybe he was finally getting some information about what this was all about...

"Well, James..." she trailed off as Jo walked in and slammed the door.

"Bob just got the reports on the Gompers Hotel finished," she threw a folder onto her desk, "Have you explained the situation yet?"

Catherine gave Jo an incredulous look, "I was just about to when you barged in here." Jo shrugged and sat down in the chair next to Harry's.

Catherine turned back to him, "As I was saying. James, you actually came just in time. We're just about to close in on a target we've been tracking until a couple months ago when he disappeared off our radar."

"Err...what's radar?" Harry interjected.

"It's a muggle expression," Jo responded as she looked through the papers on Catherine's desk.

"Anyway, he disappeared, vanished, we can't find a trace of him. He's foreign but has lived over here for a couple of years and knows the territory. And the reason you're our lucky charm is we want you to contact him and buddy up to him. Pretend to be in the market and play nice until we can work out how to catch him. He's very slippery but we figure he'll trust you more readily because you're foreign too."

Harry just stared at her. He had not expected this at all. He had expected a desk job or filing job or being the coffee boy.

"Well, James," said Jo not looking up from her reading, "Feel up to it?"

"I...err...I...why?"

"We made a deal with your Brit bureau. An exchange of resources: we gave them some information on one of their targets and they lent us you for a bit."

"Right. I wasn't expecting this at all. I--"

Catherine laughed, "We know. We wanted to keep you in the dark in case anything went wrong. Our intell says he's got surveillance on key agents on this case but we aren't sure who yet," she turned to Jo, "You need to get Jason on that." Jo nodded but did not look up.

"So, you're going to be told as little as possible anyway for obvious reasons," she sat back and looked at him intently, "So, are you willing to do it?" Jo stopped reading the reports and waited for his response.

He glanced at both of them before answering, "Yeah...yeah. Sounds like fun." Both of their faces split into identical grins.

"Awesome!" Catherine said as she scribbled a note on a paper and threw it onto the fax. Harry watched it vanish instantly.

"I told you he'd do it," Jo smirked and went back to her papers.

"So," said Catherine, "You'll make contact tomorrow. I just send a note to Mark telling him to get his butt over here so he can prep you for the meeting tomorrow. You have no idea how good this is for us. Saves us a hell of a lot of work."

She stood up and reached her hand over the desk, "Welcome to the team." Harry grinned and shook it. Five minutes later Mark poked his head in the door.

"Hey Mark!" Catherine looked up from the report she was writing, "This is our man, James Harrison."

Mark shook his hand, "Glad to meet you. You must be crazy to be staying with these two ladies. I'll have to take you out for a drink one night."

Harry smiled, "Sounds brilliant. So where do we start?"

"First we get you to the fitting room so we can get you some gear; listening devices and homing beacons," he led Harry down the hall.

As Jo closed the door, they hear Mark laughing at Harry's confusion and Catherine sighed and slumped down in her desk.

"I didn't realize how much work this would be--keeping the act up."

"You're doing fine. He doesn't suspect a thing."

"Well," Catherine leaned back in her chair, "we can't count on it going perfectly smooth but with our man out there it'll make things easier."

Jo nodded, "As long as the meeting goes well his trust will be in our hands.

Catherine sighed and smiled, "And then we'll finally be able to go to our superiors and get some recognition for our efforts."

"We just gotta watch out and make sure we don't slip up around him. That would wreck all our efforts..."

For the rest of the day Mark showed Harry the ropes. They fitted him with a special vest that deflected minor curses and jinxes, and Mark showed Harry how the earpieces worked.

He briefed Harry on the character he was to play. Mark demonstrated how to act, talk, and even walk. A short little witch, with a long, gray braid down her back named Zora, took measurements for a whole new wardrobe.

After grabbing a quick lunch in the cafeteria, Mark took Harry to the combat room to see how his defense skills measured up. It was a large, white room, which had a two-story ceiling. The floor was enchanted to become pillow soft if one should fall into it. In the center of the room two-stories up, a window looked down on the floor. After he had sparred with Mark for a little bit, he noticed a figure watching them.

"What's that?" he gestured up at the window when they took a break for water.

Mark glanced up at the window, "That's the observation deck."

"Who do you suppose is up there?"

"Oh, it's probably just Cat or Jo."

"They're..."

"...close. I know," Mark finished his sentence, "Even though Cat is Jo's superior, everyone gives them equal respect and an order from Jo is like an order from Cat."

"Then why is Jo..."

"She's a bit of a recluse, I'm sure you noticed, and the big men like loud outgoing people to lead our department. Jo doesn't care. The job is her life."

"Right..." mumbled Harry.

"Ready to go, again?" said Mark as he stood up.

"Yeah."

After a quick dinner, Harry showered and went to his room. The exhausting day drained him of his energy. He threw on some shorts and was asleep before he hit the pillow. The mirror opposite the bed sniggered.

A/N

I love the part where he's trying to figure out his dreams and I had tons of fun thinking up different ways to say Harry would beat up Ron. The plot is thickening. Something is happening...there's an actual plot! All should rejoice! lol make sure to REVIEW after you READ!