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Chapter 5
The Search Department was located in the back corner of the Ministry. When you walked inside of the building, you could feel the amount of fresh oxygen leave the air. The room was dusty, and smelt like the Quidditch locker room after a game. The room held two desks. At one sat a elderly witch who looked like she hadn't seen daylight in half a century, and at the other sat a boy that Harry recognized from Hogwarts. He had been 7th year Ravenclaw, the year before, and Harry couldn't remember the teenagers name.
Lily went up to the woman, who squeeked when she recognized the Potters. "Could you please get the file of Rachelle Smith for me..." She looked at the womans name plate, "Mrs. Kingston?"
"Well I don't know if I can do that... It's against protical to just hand out the files to just any witch or wizard that comes in here." The woman said.
"Oh..." Lily said, putting on a sad face, and acting like she was about to cry.
"Well... I guess... Since your such important people and all..." The Witch said... "But you won't tell the Minister will you?"
"No of course not." James said, giving the old witch a smile that made 99.9 of the female population melt.
"All right." She said, turning to the 17 year old, "Terry. Go get Rachelle Smith's file." The brunnette got up and went into a backroom, and came back 10 miniutes later carrying 13 files. Lily and James searched through till they found the right Rachelle Smith file.
Inside the file was a picture of a blond haired woman that looked like a model. There was also her wand information, school records, birth records, and information on her job and houses.
Harry watched as his mother wrote down some of the information on a piece of paper the Mrs.Kingston had given her, and soon the Potters were on there way back to the Burrow. "Where is she?" Harry asked.
"In America. In a city called Los Angeles." Lily said.
