1Chapter 13-The Lost Prophecy

Harry paced the length of his office in the Department of Ministries. Aimee still hadn't received a letter back from this Madam, and he couldn't wait any longer to send out his spies. He sat at his desk and sighed heavily. He laid his head on the cool oak and shut his eyes.

When a knock came to his door, he sat up startled, not knowing if he fell asleep or was just fantasizing.

"Come in." He said hoarsely. It was Ron. "Well?"

"Well it's no good." Ron said plainly. "It's not there."

"What do you mean it's not there? Where else would it be?" Harry spat, getting irritated.

"I'm telling you Harry, Charlie and I searched the entire room in the ministry...and you wouldn't believe how hard it was to get in there! I mean, even with written permission..."

"Ron," Harry interrupted. "Are you telling me that the prophecy is gone?"

"Not so much that it's gone, but more in a sense that it is...misplaced." Ron jumped at the loud bang of the hard oak against his friends fists.

"THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!" He yelled. "Who could possibly have it..."

"I dunno." Ron whispered. After a moments pause Ron continued; "Have you sent out Kingsley and Emmeline yet?"

"No, and I can't wait any longer. Do you know how dangerous this could be without the full knowledge of that prophecy Ron?"

"Of course. Do you know how dangerous this could prove if we don't act Harry? What if you didn't kill you-know-who, what if there's another way he could come back? Are you willing to put the people in danger again..."

"I KNOW! I know the consequences Ron." Harry put his hands on his face, and rubbed his forehead. "I thought this was over."

Ron just sat in silence, until Harry rose and went to his bookcase. He pulled numerous books from the shelves and with a flick of his wand sent them piling on his desk.

"A bit of light reading?"

"The Mer-people may be my last hope Ron. I can't count on the centaurs, that's risky business."

"I thought you were going to speak to McGonagall?"

"I will, but either way I have to learn the language..."

"And you'll learn that from a book?" Harry raised his eyes towards Ron, who was quite serious about his remark.

"That's what books are for." Ron just sat in disbelief.

"Why don't you just ask Hermione?"

"Because believe it or not, she doesn't know everything." Harry opened one of the books and began flipping through the pages. This was not going to be fun.

Aimee's days had began to take on a customary air. She woke every morning after Mr. Potter left for work, and fed Kat. Then after breakfast she and Katrina would have a bit of exercise. Hermione had preached how important it was for babies to be constantly moving around.

"It will help her better in the long run, she'll have a better advantage in her motor skills this way."

On this particular morning Aimee had Kat in her jumper, where she was able to move her legs up and down to get the desired jumping motion.

"You're such a smart baby." Aimee cooed, and was happy when she received a little gurgle from her companion. "What shall we wear today? Pink? Yellow? Or how about that cute little jumper from your grandma?" At this last suggestion Kat came to a full halt in her jumping and looked at Aimee. "I didn't think you'd be so inclined." She smiled and laughed when Kat had began jumping again, and had taken the hint that she would not be seen wearing such an outfit.

"You have the most profound eyes I've ever seen Katrina Mae." The baby continued to jump, as if nothing was being said. "I think little Miss, that you've had enough jumping for today."

After giving Kat a quick wash, she dressed her in a yellow sun dress and matching sweater. After deciding that Kat couldn't look any more adorable, she picked her up and headed towards the kitchen. Harry usually left a note of some sort, telling Aimee what things needed to be done, such as going to the grocer or picking up packages in Diagon Ally. Today there was no note, meaning that Aimee and Kat had the day to their selves. Aimee decided to do a bit of tidying up, though strange as it seems she loved doing it, especially with magic. She conquered the kitchen, sitting room and her bedroom, leaving the bathroom and Harry's bedroom. She opted for Harry's bedroom.

She studied the area, and concluded that the place didn't really need any thing but a dusting here and there.

"Hmm, he's one of the few men that keep their rooms clean. Strange indeed." She quickly dusted over the oak wardrobe and dresser drawers, along with the side tabes and lamps. She looked around for something more. There must be something else, dirty laundry or trash, anything else to clean or pick up. She concluded that this amount of tidiness in a mans room was just plain eerie. She walked over the closet-

Figuring that she probably wasn't right to open it, she stepped away. However, something in her told her to do it. She wanted to open his closet, but didn't know why. She just did. So she did.

It seemed normal. The clothes were all hung nicely, and the shoes at the ground were placed accordingly. Nothing seemed in need of fix. She sighed and began to shut the doors when she noticed a box on the top shelf. It was easy to notice, given that it was the only thing on the shelf. Looking back towards the door and guaranteeing that no one was there but her, she quickly took the box and brought to the bed where she sat.

She looked once more towards the door. Katrina should be alright for a little while longer in her play pen. It's only a peek, she told herself. It wouldn't do any harm. What could possibly be in it?

After opening it, she wished she hadn't. In the box was a large collection of photos. All with the same woman in them. It must be Ginny...

She picked up the top photograph, a recent one judging by Harry's countenance. It showed Harry rubbing Ginny's obviously pregnant stomach. Why would she leave when they seemed so much in love?

"Miss. Kenbrook?" Oh God!

"Um...I was just...CLEANING" She quickly shoved the picture back in the box and shut it.

"I surmised you were..." He stepped closer to her. "Let me take that..." He said, pointing towards the book.

"Oh, yes...I'm sorry! I just saw it up there..." She fumbled for words. He said nothing, just took the box and placed it back in it's spot atop the empty shelf.

"Over the next few days I'd like you to begin packing up your things..."

"Oh no! Wait! I'm really sorry, I promise...never again..."

"And," Harry continued without a glimpse of expression. "Begin packing Katrina's clothes and toys. We'll be moving out by the end of the month."

"Moving?" Aimee asked rising from the bed. "Where?"

Harry didn't answer right away, but when he did it was as if something was torturing him to say it.

"To a dream house..."

A/N: whew...sorry guys. Hopefully I will be updating weekly after this. I sort of lost track for a little while but I'm back. This chapters a little boring I know, especially after the wait, but I figure the next one will be a little more exciting.