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"Where did I put those tickets? Where…." Hermione asked herself as she ran around her room throwing things left and right onto the floor.

"Hermione? What are you doing up there? We need to be leaving here in few minutes or we're going to be late to the Ministry's meeting. You know you don't like to be late for things," Harry called from the bottom of the stairs. Ever since their two-week honeymoon about two months ago, they hadn't had any time to themselves. Harry wished that for once in his life he could sit down and enjoy a nice vacation with just himself and his wife.

"I know! I'm coming! I can't-FOUND THEM!" Hermione called to him. Grabbing the tickets from the shoebox in the corner of the room, she ran out the door and headed for the stairs.

Just as she reached the top of the steps and looked down, a hand appeared from behind and grabbed her. Hermione was flung backwards into the bedroom door; which she had shut on her way out. She collided with a loud thud and slide to the floor in a heap.

"Hermione? What Happened? HERMIONE?" Harry asked walking up the stairs slowly.

Regaining consciousness, Hermione began to crawl to her knees, "Harry…" Hermione gasped. As she tried rising to her feet, the hand reappeared and grabbed her around the waist.

"HARRY!" Hermione managed to scream before the figure behind her shoved a cloth into her face. Once she took a breath of the chemicals on the cloth, Hermione slumped forward in the figures arms.

"You're a pretty one and forever will be," a boy's voice replied. Bending down, he placed her on floor by the wall. Brushing her hair back from her face, he kissed her on the cheek and rose to his feet. Just as he turned around, he came face to face with Harry.

"What do you think you're doing!" Harry growled, clenching his fists, "What did you do to my wife!"

"Your wife?" The boy asked, tilting his head to the side, "Since when did you two get married!"

Harry was about to respond when the boy dashed past him and ran for the door, almost tripping down the stairs as he went.

"Oh, no you don't! Come back here!" Harry screamed, as he turned on his heel and took off after him, grabbing his wand from his back pocket. As the boy reached the bottom of the stairs, he looked around for a place to run to. Just as he turned to run towards the back door, Harry leaped over the railing of the second level and landed in front of the boy, whose eyes grew wide with horror.

Harry slowly rose to his feet and stretched his neck, twisting his head around to face the intruder. Upon the look Harry had on his face caused the boy to back up into the wall behind him.

Seeing as he was trapped, the boy raised his arms over his head, waving them around in surrender and whimpered, "Please…don't hurt me, I was just doing my job!"

Harry walked up to the boy and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him off the ground. The boy's hands instantly rose to his neck, as he tried to gasp for air.

"Who are you?" Harry asked, tightening his grip on the boy's neck.

The boy didn't respond so Harry pushed him up against the wall and jabbed the tip of his wand into the boy's throat.

"Let me repeat myself, who are you? And I will not ask you again," Harry said, his breath spreading over the boy's face.

"I'm….I'm…"the boy sputtered, "My name is D-Darren…"

"Darren, eh? Well, would you like to explain to me why you are in my house?" Harry asked, releasing his grip from his neck. Darren immediately took a huge breath of air and messaged his throat.

"Thanks…" Darren sneered, coughing a little.

"For what?" Harry said, pointing his wand at Darren's chest, "You think I'm just going to let you walk away. Ha, you're a funny kid, you know that."

"Well, who are you to tell me what I can and can't do, huh?" Darren mumbled, taking a step in Harry's direction.

"Watch it kid!" Harry said firmly, jabbing his wand into Darren's chest.

"Oooo…what are you going to do to me, old man! Ha!" Darren snickered.

"Old Man! What!..." Harry started but didn't have time to finish. He was pushed sideways into the staircase as Darren sprinted past him. Grabbing his wand he yelled, "Expelliarmus!"

Darren's wand flung out of his hand and landed on the kitchen floor by the sink giving Harry enough time to climb to his feet and chase him down. Darren quickly darted towards the sink and grabbed his wand just as Harry slid into the room.

Darren raised his wand and shouted, "Impedimenta!" causing Harry to be knocked backwards onto the floor. Seeing his chance, Darren dashed to the back door, opened it and disappeared. Harry jumped to his feet and ran after him. As he rounded the corner of the house, he noticed Darren near the front steps.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Harry shouted as he came closer.

"Protego!" Darren yelled, repelling the spell before disappearing with a loud crack.

"Damnit! ARRGGHHHH!" Harry screamed, sinking down onto his knees. He brought his arms up to his head. "Goddamnit! You'll pay for this DARREN!"

Harry picked up his wand and wandered back into his house. Then remebering that Hermione was still on the floor upstairs, he sprinted up the steps, taking two at a time.

"Hermione?" Harry asked, gently shaking her shoulder. There was no response. Bending down, he gathered her in his arms and took her to their bedroom. Once he had place her body on the bed, he went downstairs and began muttering charms on all the doors and windows and put a charm around the house preventing anyone from appearating in. After he was done, he returned to his room.

Stroking Hermione's cheek, Harry muttered, "Whatever happens, I will not rest until I can wake you up and find the mastermind behind this scam. I promise."

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Crack! Darren reappeared inside an old run down warehouse. Laughing, he walked over to a blonde haired man, who was standing in the shadows.

"Where's the girl?" The man asked, glaring at Darren.

"Well, there's a problem…" Darren said, leaning against a near-by post.

"Yes…"

"She's kind of married…"

"How do you know this?" the man asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Let's just say I had an encounter with the husband…he's tall, somewhat built, jet black hair, and green eyes."

"Did you happen to notice anything else?" the man asked, becoming anxious.

"Umm…I thought I saw something on his forehead—wait you don't think it's…"

"Potter…" the man mumbled through clenched teeth.

"Yeah, but are you certain? I mean he could be anybody…"

"Darren, I want you to keep a close watch on this…couple…got it?"

"But sir, what about the girl?"

"Forget about her for now. Your new assignment is to keep a close eye on the two of them and report anything suspecious to me."

"But-"

"Do I make myself clear!" the man said, stepping forward, revieling his wand.

"Ye-Yes…I'll get right on it!" Darren said, disappearing once again with a crack.

"Potter…my, my, my. So you chose the mudblood after all," the man muttered as turned his back and vanished into the shadows.