We see eye to eye, but the pieces don't fit
We put things aside, we take a hit

They say patience is a virtue, but what are we gaining from this
I guess sometimes this just isn't true

Grab hold of me, lets take a jump and see where we fall
In a new day hopefully
A day where we can see past these walls that we put up

October 31st Mon, 1:30PM
Godric's Hollow

"So let me get this straight," Pansy said in a strained tone as she massaged the bridge of her nose, "You're telling me that President Curtis knew that your little group was in America to retrieve Potter's body and assigned the FBI agents to protect you."

"That's correct," I replied with a nod, "When we got to the cemetery someone started shooting at us and whoever was firing on us killed those two agents, it wasn't Dumbledore."

"But why?" Pansy questioned thoughtfully, twirling her quill absentmindedly.

"We have no idea," Draco stated.

"I think it was a setup," I added and Pansy let out a loud snort.

"That much is obvious," she retorted sarcastically. "But that still doesn't explain why."

"I have to say that this story of yours intrigues me greatly," Pansy continued in a contemplative tone.

"I hope you understand that you can't publish everything we've told you," Draco explained sternly, "Not yet at least. We could use your help though."

My eyes widened in surprise at Draco's comment and even Pansy seemed quite taken aback. She stuttered to reply and Colin nervously edged away from her. Draco put up a hand before Pansy could form any type of response.

"Save it Parkinson," he stated in a cold tone, "I know the concept of helping someone is completely foreign to you but if things continue on the way they are currently headed then a war is inevitable and I doubt even a frosty bitch such as yourself would want to see that happen."

"Draco…" I admonished softly.

"You're right," Pansy interrupted with a sigh, "but I have to get something in return."

"What do you want?" I asked abruptly.

"I'll make sure the pictures show up in the Prophet," she stated, "And I'll even write a little article with it which should quiet things down…momentarily at least."

"In return," Pansy continued, her tone becoming firmer than it had been a moment before, "I want an exclusive once this is all over and I'm not talking about a small little interview. I'm talking about a full issue dedicated to this story and this story only, pictures, first hand accounts, everything there is to know."

I quickly glanced from Draco to Khalida and they both nodded in reply. It was a tough decision because part of me just wanted to forget about everything once it was all said and done. I even had thoughts of disappearing with my father once he woke up.

"I'll do it," I stated with a sigh, "but I want more than just a nice article and some pictures written up. I'm looking for someone to do some real investigating for me on everything involving my father, past, present and future."

"Dear, naïve Jenny," Pansy chuckled, "Wild horses couldn't keep me from investigating this mystery, but I have another request as well." I studied her closely as I waited for her to continue.

"My daughter Aubrianna," she stated as she nervously gnawed on her bottom lip, "is a student at Hogwarts and I want you to promise that if there is a battle at the school you will protect her. I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to her, she's all I have left."

I gave her a pitying look before nodding in reply. Tears welled up in Pansy's eyes and she quickly brushed them away. Her attempt at reinstalling her cold, emotionless mask failed miserably and she settled for an unhappy grimace.

"I promise I'll keep her safe," I said firmly and a small smile briefly appeared on her lips.

"What was that?" Khalida asked in confusion as she cocked her head to one side.

Everyone gave her a confused look while Colin readied his camera. No one moved or said anything and a few seconds later Khalida gasped in surprise. I opened my mouth to ask her what was wrong but I was interrupted as a small popping noise sounded off in the distance.

"Aurors," Draco hissed. "Get out of here Parkinson," he growled in a low voice, "We'll contact you again." Pansy nodded in understanding a disappeared with a crack. I flinched at the loud noise, fearing that the aurors now knew our location.

"What's wrong with you Creevey?" Draco whispered angrily, "Get out of here."

"I just wanted to take some…"

"Do you want to be arrested?" I asked softly, "Because if we get caught then you're going down with us." That was all it took to get Colin to disapparate with another loud crack which caused me to flinch once again.

More small pops broke out around us, growing louder as the aurors seemed to apparate closer and closer. Soon Godric's Hollow was filled with more cracks and pops reminding me of the time when I was nine and my father took me to see the fireworks on Independence Day.

"Bloody hell!" Draco exclaimed worriedly as he fumbled with his charm bracelet.

"Those fools," Khalida spat, "If they continue to apparate inside the wards who knows what will happen."

"I know we won't," I stated quickly, "because we're leaving." Khalida nodded in reply and with a single whispered word she immediately disappeared. I eyed the bracelet on my wrist warily as Draco placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"I'll be waiting for you," he said softly before lightly brushing his lips against mine. He gave me a small wave before whispering "Enkidu," and then he too disappeared in front of my eyes.

The popping became louder and the noise seemed to press in on me like a heavy weight. My breathing sped up and my heart began to beat rapidly. A bead of sweat rolled down my cheek as my bright, green eyes scanned the group of unmasked, robed figures getting closer and closer.

I was surprised when I noticed that not all of them were Ministry aurors. One group wore all black and for some reason I knew instantly that they were with the AWG. A few in the front of the group noticed me and began to run towards me.

"Shamhat," I whispered quietly and in the blink of an eye Godric's Hollow disappeared.

The first jump was disorienting and I barely had time to regain my composure before the next portkey activated. I was whisked off once again and found myself standing in the middle of a large field. I became frightened for a moment when I remembered that Draco had stated he set the portkeys to take us to places that would be crowded.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1, and the world blinked away.

My jaw fell open in shock as I found myself standing on what appeared to be a stone path. Then my jaw dropped completely as I recognized the place as The Great Wall of China. A camera flash went off in front of me and I glanced at the family to my right.

2, 1, boy…that was going to definitely be one for the scrapbook.

The third portkey landed me in an aisle between rows of small, blue seats. I quickly scanned my surroundings and realized that Draco had set the charm to take me to the Metrodome in Minneapolis.

4, 3, 2, 1, and I watched as one of the Minnesota Vikings kicked a field goal to tie the Green Bay Packers in the fourth.

I was still celebrating with a yell of "Go Vikes!" when the fourth charm kicked in and a group of elderly women in red hats stared at me in stunned surprise. I smiled sheepishly and gave a small wave.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and I wondered when the hell the charms would be done.

After six more stops which included a pro-wrestling match, a bar mitzvah and what appeared to be some kind of gun rally, I appeared on the front lawn of Lovegood Mansion and immediately collapsed in relief. Draco was at my side in an instant and I thanked him gratefully as he lifted my exhausted form up from the grass.

"Khalida's already inside waiting," he stated quietly as I laid my head on his shoulder, "We knew that you would be exhausted." I didn't have enough strength to reply so I simply gave a week nod in understanding.

As he carried me toward my bedroom and laid me beneath the thick comforter I began to wake up from my travel induced stupor. Draco turned to leave but I quickly reached out toward him, grasping his hand so he couldn't go.

"That was amazing Dray," I stated in a hoarse whisper. He stared down into my eyes and laid a soft palm on my cheek.

"You are amazing," Draco muttered and his tone became gentle and loving as he added, "And together we will amaze the whole damn world."

October 31st Mon, 10PM
Lovegood Mansion, Jenny's Bedroom

Draco chuckled softly as I stretched out underneath the covers. I slowly opened my eyes and turned to look at him. He was sitting next to me with his back leaning up against the headboard, a thick book propped open against his knees.

"Good book?" I asked with a smile. He nodded in reply as he turned to the next page. "I didn't know blonde's liked to read," I added softly and Draco smacked my arm playfully.

"It's all Khalida's fault," he explained, "She got me hooked on this stupid Gilgamesh story."

"Is it interesting?"

"Quite," he replied, "You should really read it. It's a very strange tale."

"Explain," I mumbled as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and sat up next to him.

"Well this Gilgamesh fellow seems like a real prat at the beginning," Draco explained as he pointed to the page in front of him, "So the gods send Enkidu to try and balance him out."

"He ends up talking Enkidu into doing all sorts of stupid things," he continued, "and Enkidu ends up dead because of it. Then Enkidu comes back to tell Gilgamesh how horrible the afterlife is and Gilgamesh becomes deathly afraid of, well…death."

"It sounds like you've read it already," I stated.

"Just the summary at the beginning," he replied absentmindedly.

Suddenly there was a soft tapping at the window and we both looked up to see a large, gray owl flitting around outside. I gave Draco a worried look before he marked his page and rose up from the bed to open the window and let the frantic owl deliver its package.

As soon as the window opened enough to allow the owl in, it immediately swooped down and landed in front of me. I detached the large envelope from its leg and it flew away without hesitation.

"It's from Ginny," I stated as I read the neat handwriting on the front of the brown envelope. I quickly tore it open and reached inside, pulling out a few letter-sized pieces of paper and a small note.

"Dear Jenny," I read aloud, "Enclosed are copies of all of the information I could find at the Ministry concerning Charles Smith. I'm sorry that there isn't much there but I hope it will be of some help. Your friend, Ginny."

"P.S. Tell Draco that Mum is having kittens so he better write and let her know that the both of you are okay." Draco grimaced as I finished reading and handed the note over to him.

The paperwork that Ginny had sent wasn't much help. I quickly scanned over the copies of Smith's business license and the deed for his shop in Diagon Alley. At the bottom of the small pile was a copy of his apparition license dated May 1st, 1991. I studied the picture for a moment before handing it to Draco.

"He looks younger," Draco muttered as he stared at the picture. "So what in the hell happened to make him stop aging?"

"I don't know," I replied as I leaned over to take another look at the small picture of Charles Smith, "Maybe that's why he left the wizarding world though. He could've been afraid that someone would notice."

"But no one ever saw him," Draco stated pointedly, "Why would a man who was already in hiding run off to a world where he'd be even more noticeable? I mean, the man went to muggle college and became a lawyer, his clients must have noticed something odd."

"It's too bad that Wilkes got caught up in all of this," I said as Draco nodded in agreement, "I bet he could've easily found out all of this stuff."

Draco pulled the rest of the papers over and began to flip through them, turning each one over on top of the last as he made his way through the small pile. His movements paused suddenly and I gave him a questioning look.

"Someone wrote something on the back of one of these pages," he stated.

"What is it?" I asked curiously as he lifted the piece of paper.

"The front," he said as he turned the page over, "is a bank statement from Gringotts."

"There really isn't much useful information on it," he continued as he motioned to the different rows of numbers, "It looks like it was for Smith's business vault. The back of the statement is the interesting part." He flipped over the page and pointed to a few faded shapes in the upper right hand corner.

"What does it say?" I asked softly and Draco pushed the piece of paper into my hands.

"Look for yourself," Draco replied and then rose from the bed. He began to pace back and forth in front of the bed as I studied the odd shapes.

"Well, this first one looks like a lightning bolt," I stated as I studied the scribbled gray lines. "That's a bit of a coincidence." I mumbled under my breath.

"Yeah, coincidence…" Draco muttered as he continued to pace.

"Then there's three letters," I continued, "I can really tell though, maybe N's or M's."

"Three W's," Draco stated, "If you look really close you can make them out." I followed his advice and sure enough I could see three W's.

"Weasley Wizard Wheezes!" I gasped in surprise and Draco nodded in agreement.

"That's what I think too but what about the last one?" he asked as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration, "It looks like it's another abbreviation but I don't recognize it." I concentrated on the four letters bunched together in the corner of the page and read them off slowly.

"M…W…P…P," I said slowly, "I wonder what they stand for."

"I don't know," Draco replied with a sigh as he plopped down on the edge of the bed, "but it seems familiar for some reason, like I've heard it before."

"Should I ask Ginny? Maybe she would know."

"I think we've bothered her enough," Draco stated firmly.

"Well, who can we ask that might know and we can trust?"

"Perhaps Severus might be of some help," Draco replied in a thoughtful tone, "I was going to write him anyway so I'll just include it in the letter." I glanced down at the page and studied the scribbled writing one last time before shoving everything back into the envelope.