A/N: Hello! Here another chapter of Finding Draco :). I hope you like it!
He looked up and managed a weak smile. "Thank you, Narcissa. Thank you so much."
She smiled and nodded. "It's no bother. I'll keep you posted."
He nodded and ended their Floo call. Harry sat down with his back against the sofa, eyes looking into the fireplace. He would get to the bottom of this. After all, with Narcissa by his side, things would progress much more faster.
Harry drummed his fingers on the table, frowning. It just didn't add up… Nothing did. He angrily hit the table with his fist, before he pushed his fine chair back and stood up. He grabbed his coat, and walked out the door.
He knew where he was going before he even realised it himself. All he had to do was wait for news from Narcissa. Waiting has never been his thing. But this time he would, for maybe it could bring him Draco. After walking for barely five minutes, he reached the library, and he walked inside, looking around. He tapped some one on the back, and she turned around, startled. It was the same girl he saw at the market. "Hello, do you know if there's an English section here?"
She smiled, and replied. "Sure. I come there often. Do you know what kind of English book you want?" she asked him, while walking to the English section. Harry only gave it a glance. The card said 'Vreemde Talen'.
"What does that mean?" He asked her, while nodding at the card.
She shrugged. "Foreign languages. There's also French there. But I don't speak it, unfortunately. Have always wanted to, but our school doesn't teach it." Her eyes sparkled behind her spectacles, and she pointed at the spines of the books. "They use pictures to show what kind of books they are. It's rather obvious." She checked her watch, and swore in Dutch. "Oh, I'm sorry. I need to go! I'm already running late!" she turned around and practically ran away, her ponytail bouncing up and down.
Harry smiled and shook his head. He looked at the pictures, and found that as the girl said, it was rather obvious what they represented. Eventually he picked one with the name 'Rosie of the River', and settled down in a chair which stood in various places. He opened the book, turned down a few pages, and started to read…
Eventually he turned down the last page, and blinked. He had never loved books, but this somehow had a lot of meaning to him. After stretching, he brought his book back, and searched for the exit. He found it, and walked back to his hotel, while quelling down the urge to go the opposite way to find his soul mate. Now wasn't the time.
He turned the key, and opened his door. When he saw who was calmly sitting in a chair, stirring her tea, he started. "Narcissa. What are you doing here?"
She picked her teacup up, took a sip, and replied. "I'm here to give you the information you asked for. I guess you're surprised?"
Harry couldn't help it, he laughed. "Surprised? Narcissa, you never cease to surprise me with anything. If some one is able to get the job done, then I'd be you. But have you found anything? I would say so, for I do not think you would be here if you have nothing to tell me."
"That would be correct. It wasn't that hard, actually. Only five were charged in the past years for coercion or something in that direction." She rummaged around in her purse, until she found a few sheets of paper. "Ah, here it is. Three male, two female. Jack Dane, Tom Dallon, Justin Finch, Judy Right, and Romilda Vane. Any of those sound familiar?"
Harry blinked, and gently lowered himself onto a chair. "Yeah, Romilda. She was a bit younger than me. And also obsessed with me. What was she accused with?"
Narcissa turned a page, and moved her finger down to the name she was searching for. "Romilda Vane. Charged with coercion, threatening of another wizard, showing signs of dangerous obsession, hostility, not reasonable, and lastly she was charged with attempt of murder."
He was left stunned. Was this the right Romilda Vane he remembered from school? She might've been too pushy with attempting to get to him, but he never thought she could be that violent… "Narcissa, with all due respect, but is that correct? I do not recognise the same girl from school in those charges at all. Could they be wrong?"
The blonde woman shook her fair head. "I'm afraid not, Harry. They are fully accurate."
He frowned. "How many years did she get?"
"She got twenty-five years," Narcissa said, as she scanned the page.
"How was she caught, then?"
The blonde quickly turned another page, and she blinked. After scanning the page quickly, she frowned, and murmured, "How could it be that we didn't know about this."
Harry was anxious to know what she was talking about, and when she didn't say anything, but could only stare, he took the files from her nimble fingers.
Romilda Vane has been charged to a twenty-five your long sentence in Azkaban, and after that with a ten year long forced house arrest. This on the charges she has been convicted with. This includes the stalking of Mr Harry Potter, who has not been informed, due to his fame.
Harry quit reading after that passage. "They are allowed to do that?" he asked, silent rage heating his face.
Narcissa shook her head. "Our laws are different than those of Muggles. They usually do inform the wizard, but when they think it could leak, or if they suspect it will lead to a huge scandal… It is unfair, and usually frowned upon. But it's how some of our laws work. The person in question is sometimes only ever called upon when it is directly linked to the person breaking the law. And you didn't notice her, did you?"
"No, I did not see, nor heard a thing about her for years! I thought she had stopped obsessing after the war and everything… I'm an Auror. How could she have escaped my notice when I've trained for it?"
The blonde sighed. "I don't know, Harry, but usually the ones why are crazy enough, are the ones that are the most dangerous. But in the end they make mistakes, just like she did. Or else she wouldn't be in Azkaban."
The dark haired man bit his lip, thinking. "Can I visit her? Or aren't visitors allowed."
She look at him, incredulous. "Do you think you can? And not only physically."
Harry shrugged. "I have to. If I stay here, I'll be none the wiser, will I? I could try to get some answers from her. If she still harbours feelings for me, then it shouldn't be too hard. I simply can't sit here and pace, while I could very well do something about it!"
Narcissa nodded, and gathered her papers. "I see. Please, be careful, Harry. I don't want you hurt. I know I can't stop you. I wish you the best of luck, and please contact me as quickly as possible, so I'm posted." She stood up, and embraced Harry, before she stepped back and disappeared through the flames.
Harry looked at the dying flames, before he grabbed his jacket and headed to where he knew he could reach Azkaban. He wanted his answers.
A/N: I'm so sorry for making Romilda bad! It's just that she seemed a logical choice (well, to me at least XD). I'll see you all with the next chapter!
Note: I have never read Rosie of the River. Now that I know our library has it, I want to have it... Maybe I can manage to go and grab the book tomorrow...
EDIT: I have read Rosie of the River. The beginning is actually rather fun, though it isn't really a book of my taste, I must admit.