Hermione stared at Harry, or rather Evan. "Just how are we going to explain that I suddenly up and get married?" less upset and more curious to hear what Harry had to say.

"Well, first off the paperwork will be easy; I've changed my name so many times that if it weren't for the newspaper I might have forgotten it. Second, we are in the middle of a war, no one you know will blame you for eloping, especially since you love me so much," Harry added this last part with a grin. "Lastly, Ron cannot know," said Harry with the most serious look she had seen on him in a while.

"Why can't he know?" she asked, confused.

"Trust me, we don't need him to know you got married," said Harry shaking his head. "Besides, the fewer people who know where I really am, the better off I'll be," his tone had lightened with the change in subject. "Oh, by the way, did you know about the auror outside this complex?" asked Harry.

"Yes, he has been there since I returned home late last night, I really wish he would leave," she growled, a disgusted look crawling across her face. Hermione really, greatly disliked the ministry, too bad they were the people paying her. She would have said she hated it, but all her hate was reserved for Voldemort, who had ordered an attack on her family house, killing her mother a year ago. She gazed around the room and her eyes rested upon the clock. "I really must be going Har… Evan, busy woman you know," she grabbed her daypack and headed for the door. Whirling around just as the door was closing, she blew him a kiss.

Smiling Harry turned around, the whole day too himself. He had better get working if he expected to remain under the radar, many letters needed to be sent out today. By this evening he had to create a whole new person, and make up a new life story. Harry grinned, he was almost getting used to this, and only if he didn't need to do it to survive he could really have some fun.

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"There", Harry said as he flopped down onto the couch. He had just finished his little integration into the world as Evan. In two to three weeks he should get his paperwork in the mail. Until then, however, he would have to keep out of trouble; that could be difficult.

He was addicted to the danger of being himself somewhat; either that or he had lost his mind. He decided to settle on the later. It was annoying not being able to live a normal life, but he wouldn't allow himself to be bogged down by those thoughts. Pushing them aside, Harry thought of what he could do next; maybe he should get a job, but he needed the paperwork first. No, what he needed to do was find out what Voldemort was planning in this area, Harry wouldn't be here otherwise.

It had happened a month ago, two days after he had foiled an assassination attempt on several influential muggles in Paris. A dream had come to him, like all the other times, detailing Voldemort's next target. This was the big one though; the ministry as he knew it was to be obliterated. The part of the plan Harry had overheard was quite brilliant, he would have difficulty countering such a force on his own.

Not that he cared about the ministry anymore, but Hermione worked there, and Voldemort himself was going to show up this time. The take over would be violent and abrupt, unlike the deatheater's first attempt. The dream had reveled that much to him, though he knew Hermione put no stock into premonitions of any kind. He would just have to keep his ambitions a secret for now.

"Well, a little nap never hurt anyone," Harry stated to himself. He stretched out across the couch and quickly passed out.

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Hermione had just finished the translation of the old tablets spell when a strange, thunderous noise shook the facility. Looking around worriedly she grabbed up the odd texts on the table and shrunk them to put into her knapsack. Another quake hit while she was climbing down the stairs to the first floor.

When she arrived at the bottom she could only see a cloud of dust. Crouching down, she scanned the room seeing only a robed figure here or there. When one of them moved close enough, fear rooted into Hermione's mind. They were deatheaters.

She slowly crept toward one of the emergency backdoors, and found herself facing a large group of the black robed wizards. She yelped in spite of herself and felt her body hit the ground as several curses slammed into her. "Hermione! Hermione!" she heard someone yell. She woke up on the floor of her room and saw Harry.

"You okay? I heard you scream and then I heard a thud, you can imagine what went through my mind," said Harry as he hugged her.

"It was just a bad dream, nothing to be worried about," she said softly, still trying to calm herself down. She was shaking, that dream felt so real. Then she looked at Harry, the last time he had stayed with her she had to take a very strong dreamless sleep potion to rest during the night. She had concluded that his nightmares were powerful enough to filter into the minds of those near him while he slept.

It was curious though, that his dreams always pertained to the future. She had no evidence of this of course; the only one of his projected nightmares she could remember was about something in Egypt, and she hadn't heard about anything bad happening there. Though, now that she thought about it, Harry had disappeared for three months after the dream.

She stood up, smiling at Harry to let him know she was aright, and walked into the bathroom. She still had plenty of potions to let her sleep nicely, and she took a swig. A little more than normally needed but Harry's nightmares were anything but normal. Crawling back into bed, she was asleep before Harry stepped out the door.

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Harry left the apartment quietly. Since the potion would knock Hermione out for a good seven hours, he didn't even need to worry about her knowing he left. Besides, he should only be gone for a couple hours. It wasn't like he was going to get into a huge amount of trouble… Okay, so he might, but he was sure he would survive, he always did.

As he walked through the street, Harry noticed that the moon was full. He took a deep breath before his body dematerialized and he was transported to a forest. Cautiously he ventured toward the area where he had come across the den of deatheaters, hoping he wouldn't run into a werewolf. At the entrance he stopped and looked about. After he was sure there was no one out side the entrance, Harry knelt close to the door. Reaching out with his mystic senses, he probed the door, finding a weak fortification charm, and then proceeded to reach further into the cave.

After finding only weak charms and enchantments, Harry physically entered the den. He kept to the main path, unraveling charms as he went, knowing that the side paths only lead to "interrogation" rooms. The room he needed to get to was the gathering place. Hermione had found a very old spell that allowed Harry to relive the recent events in an area. Having used it several times, Harry had managed to track down and destroy five of these dens in the last two years. Harry was glad good old Voldemort hadn't discovered how He was tracking the progress of the dark wizards. The wizarding world of Europe itself would have fallen into the hands of Voldemort years ago otherwise.

He reached the center room and almost passed out. Quickly backing up, Harry recovered from the chemical exposure, which curiously had no magical signature. He hadn't been prepared for dark wizards using muggle science as a trap; in fact Harry was almost certain that their master would never allow this. Hoping that this was a rebellious sect, Harry cleared the toxic gas from the room.

As he entered once again, Harry noticed several shrouded bodies lying all over the ground. Apparently this was the result of an experiment gone wrong. He took some comfort in the fact that it looked like the whole group had died as a result. He didn't need to start fighting magical chemists as well. All the same, as he sat down to meditate, Harry promised himself that he would check for this nature of trap in the future.

Chanting for a few minutes, Harry cleared his mind of everything until only the words he was saying were familiar to him. Slowly images began to form from several days ago. Everything seemed normal, for a dark wizard den. There were many evil people, doing evil deeds, reporting to their evil master. Then a couple days ago, they had taken a chemist prisoner. Before they had killed him, they extracted his memories so they could better understand what was written in a notebook titled "Common Deadly Chemicals."

Seeing as their magical alchemy didn't differentiate too much from this chemistry stuff, the deatheaters began experimenting. Harry's intrusion had come right about this time; several deatheaters hurried out of the room to chase after him. A few hours later they returned, angry looks populating their faces. That night they reported to Voldemort about all that had transpired. He was angry enough when they mentioned Harry had escaped, but he was furious about them working with the muggle chemicals.

After the report, beams of light shot from the dark lord's body boiling the chemicals in the room and destroying the beakers that contained them. Voldemort would have killed them all himself if the poisonous gases hadn't interrupted. The dark lord escaped, while most of the deatheaters passed out and died from exposure. One, however, escaped into a place Harry hadn't sensed before. Harry awoke from his spell to see a wand pointed at his face.

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Sorry for the wait, hope you enjoy this chapter.