A/N Thanks for your reviews and support. Okay, so I'm taking a new class as well as taking on a full-time job. So updates are going to be a lot slower. I will try my best to get stories updates 2-3 times a week but no promises.

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Gellert's POV

For good or for ill they had found Graves. They should be proud of their Director of Magical Security. He did not go down without a fight. Briefly even injured Gellert on his right side.

Graves was stuck in his own desk in a tin can. Gellert only let him out when he would have died. He kept him just on the cusp of life and death. This prevented any escape attempts on the other's part.

With how long it had been he wasn't even sure that Graves was still alive. They were about to find out though.

The mysterious man had transformed right before their eyes. A process not unlike that of an animagus. Differences were few and far between. However, an animagus would not have been able to track the scent of Graves. Gellert had warded against every creature he knew of before leaving to go after Credence. He had not known of the scent seekers.

It was by luck that this man didnt know his scent. Otherwise, he would know exactly who was hiding behind the facade of an auror.

He wanted to see more of what this man could do. Whether he was a threat or not was yet to be determined. From what he had seen Evans was more confused than anything.

Picquery opened the case and took out a bloodied figurine. A quiet word and a flick later and the barely breathing body of Percival Graves was laying on the stone. Blood pooled around the man and Gellert per his duties as Abernathy called for a healer.

Harrison dropped to his knees before Graves. In his was the lighter from before. As he flicked it open a small flame appeared and he ran his hand over it. He ran his hand over the flame allowing it to engulf the flesh in a red flame. It didnt seem to harm him as he ran the fire over the wounds.

Slowly they began to seal up. The bleeding stops so that the man before them didnt die out.

A bead of sweat rolled down the man's face. Unlike before the fire wasnt powerful. It was weakened as the man had said. Almost faded as the marks were.

When the wounds were sealed two medics arrived. They would take care of the rest of the injuries. Evans's breaths were coming in grasp. It was clear doing that took a lot out of him.

Gellert moved so that he stood in front of Evans his hand extended. Green eyes glanced at the hand with suspicion. Then slowly as if expecting an attack he took the hand.

Gellert hauled the younger to his feet before saying, "I'm going to escort Mr. Evans to his rooms. He looks as if he is about to collapse at any moment."

The man who he kept a grip on tried to argue but Picquery waved them off. Gellert pulled the unwilling man towards where the rooms where.

Only once they were out of sight of the aurors did he change directions. With him, Evans could leave the Ministry building. It would be worth the price of being found out. Once they were far enough away he would send word to his men to get the real Abernathy out.

Evan snarled sounding like the wolf inside him, "Let go! Where the bloody hell are you taking me?"

Definitely English. He thought as much given the accent but that solidified it.

Gellert replied gripping the younger's arm more firmly, "Away from here, Mr. Evans. You have not been completely honest with us and I want to know why."

Evans's posture stiffened and his hand was already going for either a wand or his lighter. Neither would help him very much. The power of the man's aura was greatly decreased. Using it earlier on Graves took a lot out of Evans. Even if he could fight with it right now Gellert was sure to win.

There wasnt a possibility of defeating Gellert in a magical duel either. Evans had a good deal of powerful magic in his body but he wasnt in control of it. Not in the way that Gellert was.

Gellert knew that power meant little if one couldn't control it. This man's control was so thin that it could snap in an instant. As he wanted to leave the building alive he would not want to provoke an accidental magic. If that happened the magic would likely cave in the entire building.

Evan growled, "If you think I'm going anywhere with you, you've lost it. I might not know who you are but I can tell that your face isn't your own. So you either under transfiguration or polyjuice. Either way, I'm staying here."

Gellert didnt respond out loud instead he began to fire stunners and hexes. Normally he wouldn't hold back but this man intrigued him. He wanted to know more and with or without consent this man was coming with him.

Harrison's POV

Just before the stunner would have hit him in his chest a blue aura shield appeared. The strain made his breathing return to the ragged gasps of before. His aura shield wavered with each spell that hit it.

Mentally he cursed the aurors who still had his wand. There was no way he could keep up an aura shield for long. And he could not use wandless magic!

Sure enough not right after he thought that he was diving for cover. The shattering of his aura shield lit up the room in an eerie blue glow for only a moment.

Given the year the Slate wasnt uncovered yet. It wouldn't be for over a decade. What the uncovering would do to his body he didnt know. The aura even as weak as it was in his body didnt belong to this time.

A stunner hit him square in the chest and as the world went back he remembered what Hermione said once. Terrible things happen to those who mess with time. The fates hated him.