Hey everyone,
I just want to give you all a fair warning that this Preview might seem similar to my latest story, yet there are a few differences. One of them being how the discoveries will be made, another is that this Preview won't have chapters of 24 pages long once it becomes a story and finally this was my original idea for Lunar's Search.
Okay, that's all,

Venquine1990

Preview #4
Muggle Mentality

25th of December 1999
A Muggle Mental Facility
Harry Potter's POV

"Working on Christmas. Working on Christmas. Working on Christmas. We are supposed to be working on Christmas. Who on earth – other than those that hand out gifts to the kids – works on Christmas?" My best friend asks for the seventh time since we have Apparated to a small sideway to the facility itself.
I smile at my friend and say: "First of, Ron, there are several dozen Regular and Special stores that are open on Christmas on a yearly basis. Second of, stop talking, you know you always slow down walking if you talk and I know you want to get home quick. Don't you, Mr. Mistletoe?" And just that makes my best friend glare at me.
"Hey, you were the one to drag me along on that shopping trip, so don't glare at me like that, you brought that upon yourself, Mister." My best friend groans at this, yet also agrees as we approach the building where Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt had sent us to, telling us we had been personally requested by the staff.

At first I had been worried that this would be another one of those cases where fans just wanted to meet the Boy-Who-Lived and the Vanquishers of Voldemort, yet Kingsley had told us how this facility, amongst others, was run by Squibs that had fled the Magical World during the early years of the Seventies war.
The fact that Squibs had managed to live in the Muggle World so well they were unknown about who was Minister and who the Boy-Who-Lived was had shocked Ron, yet I had felt relieved as Kingsley was on the verge of calling in a new law with the Wizengamot making it illegal to fake crimes in order to meet celebrities.
And while I have no doubt that this law would have roused a whole stream of protests and anger from the magical citizens of England, had I been beyond relieved that Kingsley had the decency of announcing his desire for this alongside giving well-thought explanations as to why he had wanted to do this, thus causing change.
A lot of citizens who had wanted to protest upon hearing the announcement, had admitted their shame over stretching the work ethic of the Auror office thin, of making Aurors that came instead of me feel underrated and of making the officers wonder whose calls they were supposed to take seriously in case of actual emergencies.
It definitely hadn't helped that this had started only half a year after the end of a horrifying war as it had, in the beginning, led to the Ministry almost completely rallying all offices together for a single small emergency call and it had been after the fourth time of this happening that Kingsley had gone and made his announcement.

Oh, and if you think I had sat on my bump and done nothing while all of this happened, you thought wrong. I had cleaned out the rest of my new home Grimmauld Place with my two best friends, Ron and Hermione, had invited my girlfriend Ginny to come live with me and had argued for my rights to train my skills.
The last one still annoys me even a year and some weeks later as the entire magical England insisted I would be instantly put Top Rank in the Auror Department, yet I had outright refused and threatened to work as Filch's assistant if people didn't at least listen to my own personal desire to prove my worth – to at least myself.
In the end, we had come to an agreement and I had been allowed to start at the bottom rank, yet I had to concede that my efforts to raise a rank would take less in necessity than that of other trainees and Auror members. However, in return, the citizens were willing to make it tradition for all those who were considered war heroes.

And even if the rest of Magical England might not fully agree with me, I personally feel that the country is fuller of war heroes than they are willing to admit, mostly because I consider everyone who has either died or lived in the Final Battle for Hogwarts a war hero, not to mention all those who fought in other major battles.
The first part a lot of others agree on, yet others find that the latter part doesn't really count as they are – in my eyes – short-sighted and believe that only the final battle really counts as a victory against Voldemort and his malicious army of mad men. Personally, I'm just lucky we currently have a competent Minister.

Yes, we are dealing with a lot of Purebloods who have, once before, wiggled their ways out of imprisonment using bribes and threats, yet Kingsley, being the brilliant Auror he was before his promotion, instantly adapted a whole string of laws that afterwards benefitted the victims instead of the culprits.
For one, the culprits were only allowed a single – by Ministry appointed – lawyer. For another – though I am glad I wasn't part of this – Goblins froze the assets and vaults of all culprits when under suspicions. For the latter, until proven innocent, the culprits were ordered to wear chokers created by the Unspeakables.
I still don't really get what these chokers supposedly did, yet they made a whole lot of Death Eaters go to where they belonged. The Lestrange Brothers both got swallowed by the Veil, Buckbeak got the just-deserved chance to feast on a soulless Macnair, and various others were sent to various solitary confinement cells across Britain.

At first, a lot of British witches and wizards had demanded that the Death Eaters were simply returned to Azkaban, yet Kingsley had denied this demand and stated he would keep Azkaban empty until he was 100% sure the security was the way it was supposed to be: Anti-Animagus, personal detection spells and several other stuff.
The crowds had wondered why any of this was necessary and I had stepped in with the simple answer: "Do you want me to keep repeating my job on a daily basis? Or do you want an island that is so well-protected, you have Auror and Prison-proof security that people like Barty Crouch Junior never see light of day again."
The crowds had agreed with this and while I know that teams of Curse Breakers, Ward-Specialists, Runalists and Spell Creator and Masters from all across the world are still coming to study the spell work of their forerunners and then visit the prison in order to improve or add to the spell work already there, do I focus elsewhere.

Namely at the large and imposing building that stands out in front of me, the house itself the width of a regular block of houses and being at least five to seven stories high with windows at several locations, some of them barred and others just made of unbreakable glass or framed with unbendable steel bars.
"Definitely a place where lunatics don't easily see a lot of sunshine." Ron then says as he and I study the place and I say: "Not quite. According to what I read, the whole facility definitely goes around the entire block, yet while there is a net made of unbreakable steel and fiber spread across the midst, the center is also a huge field.
Those in Solitary Confinement barely ever go there, but those with low to middle rated diagnoses are actually quite frequent to the inner courtyard." My friend hums and asks: "When did you read about that?" To which I answer: "When we got the case, it was in the start of the case description. Good thing too, since this is regular."

My friend nods and then knocks the heavy metal door, yet while he frowns at this and then seems content to curiously wait, had I already seen evidence that we wouldn't be answered like that as a metal box had been build halfway up the left side of the doorframe and I had decided to press it, causing me to ring a bell.
Ron looks shocked at this and I say: "Metal door, doubt a regular knock will sound through steel that thick." My best friend of almost 9 years nods and then a voice sounds from the box as it asks: "Welcome to Meddly Wander House. I am Austen, how can I help you lovely boys?" Shocking Ron as I say:
"Good afternoon, Ma'am. My name is Harry and this is my partner, Ron. We're Junior Aspiring Officers of the London Police Force and we heard you have a problem with one of your patients. Officer Dawlish send us." And while my friend looks at me as I have lost my mind for speaking to a box, does the voice say:
"Oh yes, Amanda called for you. Do come in, officers." And after a sound of something clicking is heard from the box and the doors open, the squeaking proving this is done by some automatic system, does Ron ask: "What was that all about?" And while entering the building, do I keep my friendly calm as I answer:
"This is a high-class mental facility, Ron, meaning it has a lot of electricity and technology. The woman we just heard is probably a regular and all of us are told of our alibies every start of the week, remember?" Here Ron rubs the back of his neck and I ask: "Forgot due to Christmas?" And my friend nods guiltily.

Yet, even though being an Auror is more of his dream job than mine – as I have yet to really have found mine and wonder if I ever will seeing the desire of the public nation – do I not fault my best friend as he has always been like this and I doubt even growing up in a time of war will change that, as if I even want it to.

We then pass a few doorways and hallways and while Ron looks around curiously, does he still keep it to professional curiosity, while allowing me to lead him with the help of plates and signs that hang all over the facility and that point to various medics and other specialists and after reaching the south-east of the third floor, do I stop.
I turn to my left and knock twice before waiting and Ron whispers: "Will she answer?" Making me motion my head for the simple maple wooden door and Ron gets the silent hint with a nod before it opens and a woman in a white shirt with a strapped dress of white fabric with daisies and other flowers patterned over it comes out.
The woman has her hair dressed up in a bun with a hairband around it that has a flowery accessory attached to it and her shoes are actually sandals with small white daffodils plucking out at various spots. She has soft green eyes and a very gentle smile that instantly makes me want to like her as she pleasantly asks:

"Officers Potter and Weasley, I presume?" We nod and the woman furtively looks around before I say: "We were spotted by two patients and showed our badge to a single nurse pushing forward a patient in a wheelchair. We were not followed." The woman nods and while she motions us to come in, does Ron turn to me and say:
"You bloody well see everything." Yet I shrug at this as this had definitely been one of the skills I have been developing over the year I was in Auror practice and when we are all seated around the simple maple wooden desk with soft brown leather desk chairs, does the woman smile at us as slides over a file.

"Gentlemen, allow me to start by saying that this facility is very well divided. We receive mental patients that are actually witches and wizards left behind by terrorists after having been molested and tortured quite often and we have definitely noticed an increase in those in the last few years – bar this previous one, that is."
At this my partner and I nod and I say: "That would be correct, Ma'am. Lord Voldemort, the man that was temporarily defeated in 1981, managed to return himself to a body in 1995 and reigned war on our country – nearly winning – from 1996 to 1998, with the final battle taking the lives of 50 well-standing citizens, I'm afraid."
The woman frowns at this and says: "I had my beliefs of his defeat sometime around 1982, but to hear that he was able to return and continue where he had left off. I am definitely glad that he is truly gone this time, even if that is not the reason we have called you here.""Of course not. So why have you called us here, Ma'am?"

I ask the woman and while Ron looks between us and while I can tell that his analytical mind is ready to work several miles a minute, does the woman sigh as she says: "I called you, because your office told me you have experience – a pleasant one at that – with werewolves and I am sad to say we are dealing with one ourselves."
"That can't be. Fenrir Greyback has already been dealt with." Ron interrupts and the woman shows her kindness again as she smiles and says: "Oh no, I don't mean that awful monster. We have a werewolf in our solitary confinement department and – I'm afraid that his monthly problems are running out of our control.
He arrived here just a year and a half ago now together with someone he looked quite close to as well as eight others. We all put them in the same facility, yet when the full moon started approaching, we discovered his secret and moved him to solitary confinement. The first night was fine, but since then things have deteriorated.
It's so bad at the current moment that we had to lock the one he seemed close to in solitary confinement as well as her reaction to his monthly change became worse each passing month and the sounds the two are making when the moon is full have already led to one of our staff retiring out of emotional trauma."

This worries me as the case definitely sounds worrisome and at the same time I can definitely understand why my co-workers at the Department recommended me as I have been vouching for individual werewolf rights ever since Lupin died and I got joined custody of his son together with his mother-in-law.
Andromeda, sadly enough, needed some mental therapy or she would have turned out like my aunt, yet luckily enough I had spotted the signs early on and Andromeda had been sane enough to understand my worries and accept my desires for her to get help. Since then has she herself been a grandmother like no other.

I then shake my head, not just to get back to reality, but because a small voice in my head keeps repeating a certain part of what the woman said and apparently I am not alone in having that voice as Ron asks: "Excuse me, Ma'am. This may sound strange, but could you tell us the exact date of the group's arrival here?"
The woman still smiles as if she were a teacher to kindergartners, making me very glad for her position at this part of the facility as it makes the job a lot nicer and easier and she says: "Of course, dear. The whole group appeared as if by Port Key, yet without the usual magic that comes from that, on June 6th last year."
Yet this single bit of information shocks us and makes us share a look, both of us wide eyed as we realize the implications of this and then I tentatively ask: "Ma'am, what's the werewolf's name?" Only to know I have a whole new mystery on my hands as the woman answers: "It's Remus Lupin, my dear officer." Making me want to faint.

Hey everyone,
So this is where the first chapter would have ended and the second would have seen Harry and Ron discovering about all of the others who are both there and in other mental facilities. They would discover about Dumbledore's hidden darkness and work their hardest to integrate everyone back into the Magical World.
Now, as you can see this story, while more or less similar to Lunar's Search, also has a lot of aspects that are very much different and that is more or less why I am putting it up. This alongside the other previews will all be becoming original stories once I have a few more of my current stories finished and wrapped up.
HOWEVER, I have a question and I would like it very much if you could answer it for me. This series has a lot of challenges on it; some of them coming from my own mind, some of them coming from DZ2 and other people's minds. My question is this: Should my challenges be changed to previews for future stories?
Let me know, okay,

Venquine1990

Further Story Parts:

All people who died after Lily and James Lived

Dumbledore changed the ritual that made Harry survive to get this done

All survivors are not considered such in the eyes of magic due to the changed ritual

Dumbledore is discovered to be more manipulative than should be considered possible

Ginny and Harry as well as Ron and Hermione have been tricked into relationships

Remus, Sirius and Tom Riddle were all collared at various points throughout their youth (Sirius-12, Remus-9, Tom-16)

Remus' parents will also be in a mental facility, though not because of mental, but more physical and emotional requirements.

All those sent to Muggle Mental facilities will be rescued by Harry and Ron and send to Hogwarts before reunited with their families.

The reunions might just mark the end of the story. (I know, not really long, sue me).