Harry sat in disbelief, staring at the photo in his hands. "That's her. I can't believe it. Where?"

Lisa smiled. "About 15 minutes from here on foot. I can take you or just give you directions. She's living at Poor Clares, the convent just down the road. The sisters found her on the beach one day. She was in a coma for three weeks. The official report is that her photo and prints were sent out. We know now that isn't what happened. Physically, she's fine. She has no idea who she is, and they've named her Francis Arundel."

Harry looked up at Lisa. "She's safe. That is what matters. Before I see her, I want to take care of the issue that put her there. Can you arrange a meeting with this Chief Superintendent? Maybe something accidental? Or should I handle the meeting through our Ministry?"

"It would be better for my career if you did it. I'd love to set the fucker up, but I can't take the chance of losing what I have here. I've got bills to pay."

Harry nodded. Standing up from the chair he didn't remember sitting in, "I'll let you know when we are going to move. For now, just point me in the direction and I'll start looking around. Maybe I can raise enough suspicion that he will make a mistake. What is his name?"

"William Macnair."

Harry was shocked. "Macnair? Really? I wonder how he's related to Walden Macnair? Still, that gives me enough to get the DMLE involved." Harry reached out and took Lisa's hands. "Thank you so much for this. I'll let you know when we move and when I go to visit."

"When you do go to get her, ask for the Mother Abbess. Her name is Maria. She will help you."

Harry nodded again and looked around. "Let's just tell them I left by the back door?" He winked and apparated to the rear stoop at Grimmauld Place.

"Susan," called Harry from the floo. "Can I come through?"

"Sure, Harry. I'm decent enough."

Harry stepped out of the green flames carefully. He looked around the sitting room and spied Susan, sitting on an old chintz sofa. She was wearing a housecoat, and from the amount of skin peeking around the edges, not a whole lot more.

"Did I interrupt something?"

Susan blushed prettily. "I was just getting ready for my bath. I was working in the garden and got rather messy. What can I do for you?"

Harry caught the intended double meaning and looked at the floor. "I found her. Lisa was right, she's in Arundel, living at the convent."

"You didn't go get her?"

"There is a wizard in the police force. He's a Macnair. I'm certain he's involved."

"What do we need to do," asked Susan.

"Since she is safe, I am going to let myself be seen walking by the convent several times over a few weeks. I'll get with Kingsley about opening the investigation into Macnair. I want him eliminated before I move to bring her home."

Susan stood and hugged Harry. Her house coat fell open, revealing her nude body underneath. "No matter what, Harry. I will be here for you. So will Daphne. If you need us to help Hermione ease back into things, we'll help. I want her back too."

Harry blushed at the feel of her skin against his hands. It had been far too long since he'd any type of intimate contact with a woman. Susan and Daphne had long ago declared they were both a "witch's witch", but both had made it clear that Harry was the one exception. More than once, he'd been tempted and even with the prospect of getting Hermione back just on the horizon, he felt a stirring in his guts.

He pulled away. "Thank you, Susan. What Hermione does will be her choice. If she wants to take you up on your offer, I'll be more than happy to join you. For now, I need my focus to remain sharp."

Susan chuckled. "If your focus were any sharper luv, we'd have been dead long ago." She drew her robe closed and looked at the clock on the mantle. "Go see Kingsley. He should be about ready to finish up the afternoon meetings. You might catch him before he leaves for the night. Give us a ring, sooner than later."

Harry threw powder into the fire and traveled to the Ministry atrium.

Stepping from the fire, Harry quickly made his way through the crowded atrium to the security station. Waiting in line as the clearly bored guard was slowly checking people's wands, Harry became antsy.

"Next," said the guard. "Please present your wand for examination."

Harry handed over his wand and waited as the guard cast various spells to ascertain the last few spells cast by the user. It seemed to be taking longer than necessary. "Is there a problem?"

The guard looked at Harry and said, "I'm to hold you here until an escort arrives."

"Why?"

"No idea. Don't care either. Your face popped up on a flyer this morning with a warning to detain you until Aurors could escort you. Sounds like you've pissed in someone's porridge."

Harry began looking around slowly. He recognized Senior Auror Proudfoot coming through the crowd. "Proudfoot, what the hell is going on?"

"No idea, Harry. Orders came from the Senior Undersecretary himself. I'll need you to come with us and wear these control cuffs. I'm sorry, Harry."

Nodding, Harry put out his hands and allowed Proudfoot to lock in the cuffs to suppress his magic. "Make sure my wand comes with us, huh? Don't want someone using it to incriminate me."

Proudfoot took the wand and led Harry along with five other aurors to the nearest lift. Auror Savage stood next to Harry and asked, "What did you do kid? Robards was screaming about you all morning. Wanted to know who had seen you and who you'd gotten information from."

Harry began to wonder just how far reaching the corruption of Macnair was. "Dunno, Savage. But I'm guessing we're all about to find out. You lot do know these cuffs don't work on me, right? Kingsley taught mt the trick himself."

Proudfoot turned and smiled. "We know. We're on your side no matter what happens here. I think you've accidentally stepped into one royal clusterfuck and someone needs a scapegoat. I'm betting Dawlish is involved in something he shouldn't be." Harry had long wondered why Kingsley had appointed Dawlish to the Senior Undersecretary position.

As the lift doors opened, all activity in the bullpen of the auror department ceased. Aurors that Harry had fought alongside at Hogwarts looked on in disbelief. Savage followed the gaze of Harry as he looked around the room. "It's a fucking perp walk. That arsehole is trying to discredit Harry."

Proudfoot nodded and secretly motioned for Williamson and Berrycloth to take up positions flanking Harry. As they approached the office belonging to Head Auror Robards, the door opened revealing Robards and Dawlish.

Robards paled slightly at the gaze from Harry. Dawlish apparently had no fear of Harry, thinking the cuffs would provide him with any protection needed. "Well, Mr. Potter," said the Undersecretary. "Come to confess?"

"Confess to what? I came for an audience with the Minister," said Harry as he slowly worked the cuffs loose from his wrists. "Maybe we need to see him before anything happens that we can't take back."

"Oh, come now, Potter," spat Dawlish. "The minister isn't here. I'm in charge. You are officially charged with breaking the statute of secrecy, using the Imperious on a muggle, using a Confundus on another muggle, harassment of a muggle government office and unlicensed apparition in front of a muggle."

Harry's smile did not reach his eyes and those around him knew the wrong thing had just happened. Aurors were quietly palming their wands and preparing for a potential battle. Robards slowly eased back through the open door of his office as his aurors began to choose sides.

Dawlish looked at Harry expecting an answer. What he got, was obviously not what he'd hoped or expected. Harry tossed the cuffs to him and took his wand from Proudfoot's pocket.

"Senior Undersecretary Dawlish, you are under arrest for sedition, your involvement in the attack on the witch, Hermione Granger, and conspiring with a dark wizard," Harry stated as he pointed his wand at Dawlish.

"Please," drawled Dawlish. "You have no arrest powers."

"No," came the voice of the Minister from around the corner. "He doesn't. But he has long been given leeway due to his uncanny ability to get into trouble. Proudfoot, Savage, get Mr. Dawlish to a less than comfortable holding cell. Keep the suppression cuffs on him."

The two aurors took the soon to be former Undersecretary away. Harry looked relieved. "You got here at the right time."

"Susan sent me an owl to expect you," Kingsley said with a small grin. "I knew he was corrupt, I just needed to figure out how bad it was."

Harry nodded. "I think either he or William Macnair attacked Hermione. She had said she needed to take care of something when she left. When I began poking around near her parent's hometown, an order came down for the local constabulary to stop talking to me unless the Chief said otherwise. That would be Macnair. I'm betting, he's a cousin or bother of Walden."

"William Macnair was a failed auror. He and Dawlish came through training at the same time. Two classes behind me. He's also a sadistic bastard. I wonder what other crimes have been covered up? Let's get you on the payroll officially and get your paperwork forced through. I think making you a Detective Superintendent in the NCA will work wonders to getting your arrest."

"You were just itching to get me fitted for an auror badge, weren't you?"

"Who? Me? Harry, you know as well as I do that you are a magnet for trouble. I know you don't go looking for it, it just seems to find you. But you must admit, you are good at what you do. Even without any formal training."

Later that afternoon, Harry was armed with both an auror badge and the badge and identification of a Detective Superintendent of National Crime Agency's Missing Persons Bureau. He'd also taken a crash course in handling a sidearm. Naturally, all sidearms issued to aurors were spelled to never miss or run out of ammunition.

He set out to start his investigation in and around West Sussex. His full intent was to be seen by the local police and have reports go back to Macnair. He walked past the convent several times a week. He ate in various locations during each trip. He showed off the picture of Hermione and asked questions in every town except Arundel. He wanted Macnair to be nervous.