For three weeks, Harry had traveled throughout the County of Sussex. He visited every town with a police station and made certain he was seen while asking questions. He had tasked Winky, the house elf, with acting as a warning system incase someone acted against Hermione. His regular reports back to the Ministry kept the aurors updated on his actions.

Things finally came to a head when Kingsley floo called Harry with new information. "Other witches have gone missing after being in that area. They were missed on an information sweep because they were all from other countries. We were only clued in last night when an American auror captain contacted us. They raided a compound with a dozen witches from other countries. Most were drugged others obliviated. Those who could be helped, recalled where they were kidnapped. Three from West Sussex."

"Do you need anything else from me to make a move," asked Harry.

"Robards is taking a back seat and will be replaced at his request. I'm appointing Savage in his place. You will report to him in name only. You can call for help as needed. I would recommend stopping in to see him before you start."

"Thanks, Shack. I'll be by once I'm awake."

"Good hunting, Harry. We all want her back."

Upon arrival at the auror bullpen, Harry was greeted with whistles and cat calls. He grinned and moved on the Head's office. "Nice digs, Savage. You have any more info than what shack gave me?"

"I do. We got a confession from Dawlish about an hour ago. He admitted that Macnair called him with a problem he needed to clean up. He'd targeted Hermione because she was looking for missing witches. They ambushed her, obliviated her and tossed her into the sea as a precaution. It wasn't until later that Dawlish found her notebook that had been dropped. She had been looking for a neighbor that she had memory charmed like her parents. Another muggle. Macnair over reacted and Dawlish saw it as a chance to hurt you."

"And the whole muggle side of the cover up?"

"Apparently, it was all Macnair. He's been running a trafficking ring for years. Drugs and girls. But with his magic he was able to cover it up. What do you want from us?"

"A team of no more than four. They must be accustomed to muggle interaction. Communication stones or mirrors. Finally, I want his home address. Once we have him, I plan on raiding it and cleaning everything out that we can use to nail him on both sides of the fence. I want his magic bound and then have him charged as a muggle."

Savage grinned. He had always like Harry, but this was a side no one had expected to see. "Rather Slytherin of you."

"The hat wanted me there. Malfoy colored my perception of the Slytherins, and I insisted on being a lion. I think it worked out all right."

"Too right," said Savage. Handing him a mirror, "Tonks brought that design to us after Black died. We couldn't crack the spells until after the last battle. Only fitting you get to use it first. Proudfoot will be your primary. You call him when you are set and ready."

"Thanks." Harry looked wistfully at the mirror.

"Cor! We could have used those," said Harry's apparition of Tonks as he walked out of the office.

Harry waited until he was alone back on the street outside the Leaky Cauldron. "Tonks, I know you aren't real. I need you and Sirius to leave for good. I can't do this with you two popping up. I can't handle the distraction. She's too important and I need to take this one down."

Sirius faded into view. "If you do this, you can't go back. You'll always be looking over your shoulder and seeing bogeymen out of the corner of your eye."

"That's why I need Hermione back. I'm sorry. I need to do this one alone."

"We get it, luv," said an almost translucent Tonks. "It was always up to you. We were your coping tool. Bring our girl back." Tonks faded from view and seemed to trip over the curb as she did.

Sirius looked apprehensive. "This is twice you'll lose me. Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I loved you, you know? You were my dad, uncle and big brother all rolled into one even though our time was so short. I'm gonna miss you."

Sirius let out his barking laugh and turned around as an attractive young woman walked by. "See ya kiddo. My, she is fit isn't she," he asked as he faded from view.

Harry took the Knight Bus to Horsham, where Macnair's office was located. After locating the building, he disillusioned himself and made a quick circuit so he could get an idea of where to look. Once he was sure of which office he needed to enter, he called Proudfoot.

"You ready Harry?"

"Yeah. You know where the building is?"

"Got it on the map. We can be there in three."

"Then we are on mission."

Harry waited until he heard the pops of apparition. Spotting Proudfoot, he waved the team over. "You have more time doing this than I do. What do you advise," he asked Proudfoot.

"You go in under the guise of being from the NCA looking for a missing girl. Get the muggles stirred up. Use the mirror like a cell phone and call us to come in saying you aren't getting cooperation. We'll move in and start things rolling. You pull out a warrant to search records and ask the pretty blonde girl to pull all the missing persons cases. Then while everyone is busy, you and I will go to Macnair's office and arrest him."

"Think he'll fight," asked Harry.

"If he does, shoot him with your sidearm."

Harry smiled and nodded. "I'm off."

He followed the plan precisely. He'd gone in, flashed his ID and told them what he was there for and that he had a warrant to take all the records he needed. When the police balked, he made the call.

Proudfoot and his team were quick and methodical. They walked in, identified themselves as NCA and began walking among the desks. "What do you need, boss?"

Harry smiled again, "You and I are going to see the Superintendent. The rest of the team can watch this lot as they get the records." He turned to the young file clerk. "Miss? I'm putting you in charge of your constables. You are to make sure they turn over everything they have on missing persons cases."

The clerk smiled. "My name is Abbey Chase, Detective Potter. I'll be more than happy to help you."

Harry nodded to her and, acting like he didn't know where he was going, pointed down the hall, "This way?"

"Yes sir," she replied.

As they walked, Proudfoot whispered to Harry, "What is it with you and the birds?"

Harry shrugged. "I'm clueless with girls. It took me forever to tell Hermione how I felt."

Proudfoot opened the door to the office. "Superintendent Macnair?"

Macnair wasn't paying attention. He had headphones on and was watching something on a small television. He was completely oblivious until the door had been closed, and Harry unplugged the TV.

Macnair's head popped up and he snatched the headset off. "What the bloody hell do you think… Oh. Potter. So, what do you want? Come to take me in?"

"Actually, I'm hoping you put up a fight. But I'll settle for just arresting you."

"They gave you a badge?"

Proudfoot looked at him and smiled. "And a team. He's the boss."

Macnair swallowed and his Adam's apple bounced up and down. "You know they won't do anything to me. I'm a pureblood. The Dark Lord might be gone, but we still control things. The Geezergamot won't convict me for anything done to muggles."

"Maybe not. But you've been taking witches and selling muggle drugs to those in our community. That doesn't sit well. The mistake you made was attacking Hermione Granger."

"Ah, the nosey one. The mudblood wasn't any better than a muggle."

"Wrong tense," said Harry.

"What," asked Macnair, clearly confused.

"She survived. And Dawlish outed you. The Minister wants this done. So, you can come quietly, or we can take you. You already know which way we want it to go. It's your choice."

Macnair smiled, "You think you can take me? Just the two of you?"

Harry smiled back, "I took Voldemort down. Man to, well, half man. You think you're better than he was?" Harry placed his hand on the pistol on his belt. He spoke up loud enough for those outside the office to hear, "William Macnair, you are under arrest for human trafficking, drug trafficking and sales, assault and battery and attempted murder. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense if you do not mention, when questioned, something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence. Do you understand?"

"Fuck you," said Macnair as he lunged for Harry. Harry had already unholstered his pistol and brought it up across the side of Macnair's face, sending the older man sprawling on the floor.

Harry dropped to the floor with him placed his knee across the man's throat. "Let's add resisting arrest to those charges."

After he holstered his gun, Harry turned Macnair over and pulled his arms behind his back. Proudfoot locked on a set of cuffs that looked like muggle issued manacles, but were, magic suppressors.

As Harry and Proudfoot led the corrupt man from the building, Abbey Chase walked up. "You beat me to it."

Harry looked at her questioningly.

"I work for DG Enterprises. You know, Danger Girl. We do this kind of stuff too."

Proudfoot spoke up, "Potter is newly promoted. He hasn't had any run-ins with your team. Don't you girls normally handle spy stuff?"

"We do. But this case hit close to home. We did this one for free."

"Sorry, Miss Chase. I suppose we owe you dinner then, don't we," asked Harry. "Detective Proudfoot? Would you please take of Miss Chase? I'm afraid I already have a date planned."

Proudfoot smiled. "I'd be delighted. Miss Chase, if you'd come with me, we can talk it over."

As they walked away, one of the other aurors commented, "Damn. That was smooth."

Harry apparated with Macnair directly to the holding cell next to the one being occupied by Dawlish. "I brought you some company."

Harry quickly stepped out of the cell as the jailor closed and locked the door. "If you had just left her alone, Macnair."

"They won't do anything to me. I haven't broken any written wizarding laws."

Harry shook his head. "No. But you did break a lot of those from the muggle world. Once your magic is bound and you've been obliviated of everything having to do with magic, you'll be turned over to the NCA. Then you'll face the Queen's justice. We have more than enough for them to convict you. Good day."