Harry desperately wanted to make a very Muggle reference at that moment, but his fellow aurors tended to tease him about his more obscure Muggle references. None were worse then his partner, Ron Weasely. For a fellow who's dad was obsessed with Muggles it was a bit silly.

So Harry didn't say "I felt a disturbance in the Force."

And really most of the Aurors would have thought he was referring to some obscure bit of magic rather then a very famous series of films.

Instead Harry had a good shudder and tried to figure out why it felt like someone was walking across his grave.

Across the pair of desks Ron had his head in paperwork. Harry didn't want to disturb him. Getting Ron to use a quill and parchment was like pulling water from a rock. On the rare occasions it occurred with little effort on his part, Harry just let Ron go.

He was probably rushing through his work to get home to his Muggle wife. Another reason it didn't make sense for the man to tease Harry. The guy had a DVD player! The only Muggle bits lying about Harry's house were a few books, a telephone and the car he used to cart Lily to elementary school. Ron's wife, the doctor, didn't care what sort of magic Ron could do. He kept a cellphone on him at all times, and had to even learn to use e-mail on the thing.

But in good wizard fashion he was still just a step above Luddite. Harry usually had to check his e-mail for him, and it was he,not the bloke with the device, that had to work out the charms to make the phone work in the Ministry.

Ron had stopped his scribbling now and was eyeing the phone. It's standby light winked at him and Ron scowled, seeming to take personal offense at the phone's perfectly normal function. "She was supposed to call by now."

Harry tried to pretend like he hadn't been day dreaming and purposely stared at the paperwork on his own desk. "She'll call," he said, still refusing to look up. If he looked up Ron would want to talk. He always wanted to talk when his wife was out of town. Serves him right for marrying a well to do doctor who seemed to travel all of the bleeding country.

"Aye, but she said she'd call by noon. It's practically one!"

It was in fact only fifteen after twelve. Harry had no intention of correcting Ron.

"It's my turn to pick dinner. We're going to this new place in Diagon Alley. Ethiopian food. Maggie actually made some joke about 'what food' when I told her about it. But it's got all sorts of good looking stuff. And the breads supposed to be way better then all that Muggle nan stuff."

Harry thought about telling wrong that Ethiopia wasn't exclusively a nation of wizards, but he seemed so excited about his new restaurant. Harry also tried to ignore Maggie's joke. Like her husband the good doctor tended towards making jokes that really weren't appropriate outside of a close group of friends. It's one of the reasons they worked so well together. They could go to a party full of acquaintances and clear the place in less the an hour. Ginny suspected that Maggie had to have a bit of magic to do that.

"You got Lily tonight?" Ron was trying to ignore his very quiet phone.

"Aye. The Harpies have got a match tonight." Harry's ex-wife was a starting Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies. He tried to go to games as often as he could, but their youngest, Lily, had school the next day, so Harry was stuck seeing her to bed.

"That's right. Ginny keeps trying to get me to come see that new pitch, but it doesn't feel right, you know? Watching my sister play for a team that isn't the Cannons."

"You've had a few years to get used to it."

Ron groaned dramatically and Harry was reminded of his ex. "I'll never get used to it. My little sister is a traitor Harry. Generations of Weasleys have supported the Cannons. And she goes off with the Harpy Hoes?"

Harry raised an eyebrow. "You know Ginny will hex your bollocks to Hogsmeade if she hears you calling them that?"

"I'd like to see her try. Chaser for the Harpy Harlots vs famous war hero Auror. Who'll win?"

"Ginny."

Ron immediately deflated. It was probably true. It had been more then fifteen years since school, but Ginny Weasley still threw a terrifying Bat Bogey Hex.

A barnyard owl flew into the room, just barely skirting the ceiling of the office. As it flapped over them a rolled bit of parchment fell from it's talons onto Harry's desk. Ron stood a little in his seat to get a better look at the letter.

"Love letter Harry?"

Judging by the official looking seal probably not. The wax dissolved with a touch of Harry's wand and he unfurled the parchment. Hastily scrawled ink spread across the page and Harry squinted to understand it. Curious, Ron came around their desks to read over Harry's shoulder.

"Our new informant owls again," Ron declared.

"Nice if this bloke was a little less cryptic. Claiming he can blow the lid off one of the biggest organized crime syndicates in England and he can't even bother to give us names?"

Ron took the parchment from Harry to better read it. "Some of the blokes in the office think this is all some grand scheme to lure us out."

"Cryptic letters aren't very productive then are they? I mean a few insults about your mum are more likely to bring us out."

Ron rolled the parchment up and placed it in a file with the other notes from their "informant."

"Yeah," he said, "but that'll probably bring me mum out too."

Harry chewed on his lip and stared at the file. It was getting fatter every day, but the words within the thing seemed to grow more cryptic.

"Think we should try acting on some of what this guy's saying?"

Ron shrugged, "It couldn't hurt. You me and a few baby Aurors would be enough for that part of Knockturn."

"What about Maggie?"

"Dinner with Maggie then sitting around under an Invisibility Cloak with you. Who could ask for a better evening?"

"The cryptic meeting where all will be revealed is tomorrow night Ron."

"Oh right, even better! Dinner and sex with Maggie tonight, Invisibilty Cloak with you tomorrow. And this way you don't have to leave Lily with Mum."

Even better indeed. Mrs. Weasely would gladly watch any of her grandchildren without a second thought—except for the ones produced by her only daughter. A divorce in the family turned her a bit…judgemental. Every time both Harry and Ginny were busy it seemed like a week of reproachful looks and rude comments about their skills as parents.

The wrath of Molly Weasley was a very good reason for Ginny and Harry to stay friendly after the divorce.