Harry appeared at the Ministry of Magic, in the Criminal Offenses hallway. He walked past the bronze statue of the Arctic Centaur and into a room on the left, where busy voices were heard. He walked into a large conference room to find the Minister of Criminal Offenses at the end of a long cherry wood table. His hands were flailing about and his face was the same colour as his curly red hair. His gold-rimmed single monocle stayed tightly in his left eye. He was talking—or rather yelling—at four people who surrounded the table, two witches and two wizards. Harry knew them well, as they were aurors who had worked with him before. One witch was named Suzanna. She was young, with blonde hair and green eyes. She had a pointy nose and was looking rather amused by what was going on. The other witch, Joanne, looked very stern, with a long dark brown ponytail. She wore glasses with no frames and was looking intently at the Minister as he shouted. Harry knew her to be very intelligent (perhaps even more than Hermione). Jamie, one of the wizards, was red-haired, well-built and extremely friendly. They were all carefully listening to the Minister, who was apparently lecturing them on keeping on top of things. All except for the fourth wizard that Harry did not recognize. He looked to be in his late thirties and stayed firmly in his seat, smoking his pipe, but still listening. He wore a long trench coat and wore his black hair gelled back behind his ears. Everyone went silent and turned to look as soon as they realized that Harry was there.

Mr. Hawking, the Minister, peered at him closely, "Hello Harry, come in," he said loudly.

"Good day, Minister," Harry said as he walked over to the table and sat down. He received looks of acknowledgement from his friends.

The minister faced Harry and talked to him, "So...I've arranged our best aurors for this case, and one from out of town, from the branch in Edinburgh . Harry, meet Cedric McTavish." The name Cedric sent shivers down his Harry's back. He hadn't forgotten Cedric Diggory's death 'til this day.

Harry met the gaze of Cedric, who stuck out his free hand smiling, "Pleased to meet ye, Harry," he spoke with a thick Scottish accent. Harry shook it and greeted him.

"Well, now that you're acquainted, we need to address the situation as a whole. You five are the prime aurors on this case and need to devise a plan quickly and efficiently," Mr. Hawking demanded, pursing his lips.

Harry stood up, "Hello everyone, er—I have to say something before we begin, that is a personal request from me. Alright, this matter is important to me and I know we're not supposed to get 'emotionally involved,' but this case is different. The victims, my best friends, have lost their child, who is my godson. I am putting all of my effort into this job and if you can't, then I'm sorry but you're not cut out for this mission." Suzanna's mouth popped open, Joanne squinted, Jamie looked surprised and Cedric continued smoking.

Jamie's face softened and smiled, "Harry, we know you're a hard-working auror and if this is important to you, then as your fellow aurors, I think we should happily oblige to your plan," he said, looking at the others. Suzanna sighed deeply and agreed with a grin.

"Alright Harry, I will do my best," Joanne said, solemnly. Cedric gave an agreeing nod as well.

"Thank you all, I have faith in you," Harry told them earnestly.

"Well, now that's settled, perhaps we should all talk of a plan," Mr. Hawking said, huffing. Harry sat down and told them of his idea of staying at the Weasley house. Mr. Hawking stood leaning on the table with his hands. He heard Harry's idea and his expression became unsure.

"Do you think that is wise, Harry? Won't it only discourage the appearance of—Nick—was it?" the minister asked, frowning. Harry shook is head in disagreement.

"Not really. If I have guessed correctly, I think he will try to contact Victoria again," Harry said, looking to the others.

Suzanna sat up and nodded, "I think you're right Harry, he is, only a child. Children make mistakes. Who's to say he won't make the mistake of trying to talk to her again?" she said, raising her hands in the air. Jamie expressed his accord as well and thought Harry's idea was good. Mr. Hawking stood silent, in the back of the room. Joanne chewed on the end of her pen, staring at her notebook.

A moment later, she spoke, "But…Harry, what is this boy's connection with the Weasley's infant? Why would a child want to kidnap a baby? Are we to assume he has an accomplice?" she said, raising the concern Harry himself was thinking.

"I think it would be safe to say, yes, he is working for someone and that accomplice has a need for the baby," Harry replied, straightening his glasses. A tiny bead of sweat rolled off the end of his nose. He was nervous, anxious and hoping to find more answers from his co-workers. Cedric leaned forward in his chair. He let out a small puff of smoke and peered closely at Harry.

"Ye know, the bit o' paper ye left wi' before, Harry? What did it say, now?" Cedric asked. Harry pulled out a bit of parchment on which he had copied down the words to the 'prophecy.' He handed it to Cedric. Cedric peered at it closely and his blue eyes scanned the words. He set in on the table and leaned back, folding his hands.

A few moments later he spoke, looking out the window, "The power to reign," he spoke, repeating the first words of the prophecy, "Does this 'accomplice' want the wee one to rule o'er the world? A bit small to be the next Voldemort, eh?" he said, chuckling slightly.

"I don't know exactly what he wants with him, and now we know less because the paper disintegrated. Although it would be odd to kidnap a baby…there's no use in that," Harry said, biting his lip. Jamie was about to say something but Mr. Hawking interjected.

"Alright, well, we've thought some of this matter. I think it is best that Harry carries on with his part of the plan and we meet again to see how that goes," he suggested, adjusting his monocle.

"Now wait a minute…maybe he wants to raise him, you know until he's old enough to 'reign'," Jamie said, continuing his original sentence. Harry's eyes widened. Jamie did have a point. Harry didn't have time to agree though, because there was a puff of purple smoke which left a purple string tied to his finger.

Harry closed his eyes and then opened them slowly, "Purple is family, it's an emergency. I have to go." And with that, Harry was gone again.

A/N: I know this chapter is kinda short but don't worry--the next chapter will rock your socks! Thanks for the reviews--please review if you haven't! and stay tuned!