A/N- We're trying to keep updates a little more regular for your benefits!! I'm currently babysitting at my cousin's house while I wait for my cousin to get home so I can leave and go to sleep (it's a school night). But I'm heading to Disney World with my Marching Band for spring break, so I want to give you guys something to read and REVIEW for while you enjoy your well-deserved breaks from school!!

This Can't Be Happening!

Harry POV

I just stare. Stared in wide-eyed wonder. Why? How? How could this happen? We live in one of the most secure residential facilities in the world. How could it just happen without anyone noticing?

"How?" Hermione cried. She sank to the floor, sobbing. We were standing in the front hall amidst the wreckage of what was our home. The wall that divided this room and the kitchen was completely demolished, the remains of it strewn over the floor. Priceless paintings had been ripped from their frames and ripped and destroyed. Fragments of china from antique vases lay in jagged ruin on the floor with the rest of the wreckage. Hermione stood up and peered into the kitchen. She cried out in despair. The spotless linoleum she had carefully labored over to keep spotlessly clean was covered in dust and debris. The glass cabinet doors were punched in, the glass and the dining ware shattered and littering the counter and floors, which were badly scratched from the jagged edges. A layer of dust sat on everything. I walked into the dining room to see the table smashed, chandelier lay smashed, crystals shattered everywhere, and the chairs and frames of the windows splintered.

I heard Hermione give another cry from the living room. Everything was ruined. My heart was heavy with grief and despair. The wallpaper was ripped from the wall, exposing the white walls, which were smudged with soot, as though from a fire…or a spell. This is all a little fishy. But what I saw hurt me. The statues and vases that were thousands of years old lay smashed to bits on the floor. The couches were slashed, stuffing pouring out of them. The frames which held the Japanese symbols were destroyed, shreds of paper lying on the floor along with the glass frames, the couch stuffing, and the remains of the flat screen TV. I went into the game room and it was bad too. No surprise there. The game systems were destroyed and the drink bottles were smashed open and oozing out their liquid on the floor and counter.

Fearing the worst, I slipped through the secret door to the short hallway that led to Hermione and my rooms. I looked in mine and there was little, if any, damage. My bed sheets were torn to shreds and a couple picture frames smashed, but nothing terrible. I walked into Hermione's room and immediately knew that this was going to be some heavy, personal damage done. The frames on the wall were shattered and the glass littered the floor. The pictures were burned along the edges. I walked around the corner into the main room and stopped dead in shock.

"Oh my god." I stopped dead in my tracks. Oh my god didn't even cover it. The room wasn't even recognizable. I saw the bed. The covers were ripped into jagged strips and thrown carelessly on the floor. And strangely enough, the jagged edges looked like they came from a spell. The intricately embroidered brocade canopy was torn and lay on the bed in pieces. The panel that held all the controls for the entertainment system was smashed to bits. A few wires stuck out between the cracks, with some electricity sparks going haywire between them.

I looked at the rest of the room and my mouth dropped open in shock. All the bookshelves had been knocked over. The books, pages torn and shredded and bindings and covers destroyed, lay strewn over the floor. I have never seen books so defiled and desecrated in my entire life. The desk had been burned to a crisp, its ashes on the floor where it had stood. The computer and monitor had been thrown against the opposite wall, completely smashed. But it was weird because it looked like it had been heaved several times against the wall. As I walked to her closet, I saw our pictures hanging sideways, glass smashed and littering the floor and the pictures themselves having small burn holes in them, the more pronounced work of a spell. I sighed hopelessly.

The closet fared no better. Light bulbs lay broken on the floor. Most of her clothes were shredded. The shoes had either been shredded or their heels were snapped off. Sunglass lenses were popped out a crushed on the floor. Purses were utterly destroyed.

I walked out of it to see Hermione standing amidst the torn books, shell-shocked. It was the most torturing look I'll ever see from her. She just looked…destroyed. Lifeless.

"Hermione…I'm so sorry."

I went to a security pad, which thankfully was not destroyed. I called up Monty.

"Hello?"

"Hey Monty, its Harry."

"Oh, what can I do for you?"

"It seems that someone broke into our apartment while we were gone and destroyed it."

"Broke In?" Monty spluttered through the link "Impossible."

"Well, it's possible because I've looked through every room and they've all sustained some degree of damage."

"I'll have security up in a minute and I'll call police."

"No…I mean…that is fine. We've already called a special team and they will take care of everything for us. I just wanted to file some reports with your management so that this doesn't happen again. And I also wanted you to come up for a little chat later."

"Yessir."

"I'll call you when you can come up. My special team wanted to ask you a few questions."

"Of course Mr. Potter. And I'm terribly sorry about all of this." The link was disconnected.

"Your bringing in the ministry, aren't you?" Hermione sniffed.

"You bet I am." I said, running out to my room to write a note to the ministry.

To Minister Shaklebolt,

I returned to my penthouse in Le Tour Royale in the Knightsbridge District of London at approximately 3:25 this afternoon to see my home broken in to and seriously vandalized. I have inspected the damage and have reason to believe, based on evidence, that someone magical broke in and is attempting to terrorize myself and Miss Hermione Granger. I would ask for a full inspection into what has happened here and for assistance in tracking down the guilty party and bringing them to justice. I ask that you and a full team of inspectors and specialists come and sweep the penthouse for any clues as to how the vandalism occurred and how they broke in. I also ask that you take all muggle items needed to be disguised as a private investigation team. The doorman thinks I've hired a private team to take care of everything. Please respond as soon as possible.

Thank you.

Harry Potter

I sent Hedwig out the window with the letter tied to her leg. I left the room and went back to comfort Hermione. We waited five minutes in silence and Hedwig came back with an official-looking envelope in her beak.

Mr. Potter,

I'm sorry that this terrible crime was committed against you. I, along with a full investigative team, will be at your place of residence in full muggle disguise in approximately 10 minutes. I ask that you do not touch anything or perform any magic until we have cleared the area. I also ask that you alert your doorman to our arrival so that we may move as swiftly as possible, as to pinpoint the magic and perpetrator as quickly as possible. Also, our "team" will be known as Shrive and Daggle, Private Investigators of London. Thank you and hope you are well.

Minister Kingsley Shaklebolt

I called Monty and alerted him that Shrive and Daggle; Private Investigators of London were on the way. Not very long later, Monty brought them up, via elevator. Hermione showed them each room while I quietly talked to Kingsley.

"So…where did you go?"

"I was at Dean and Parvati's wedding up North." I told him suspiciously.

"Ah yes. I received an invitation to it, but was unable to attend due to a series of trials I had to attend. A small group called the Black Key trying to bring the dark times back. Automatically convicted of treason and conspiracy and received a life sentence."

"Oh, yeah. I read about that in the Prophet last week." I relaxed.

"Yes. But, who do you think did this? Any suspects?"

"No. No one that I can think of."

"Hmm…have you given anyone access to the apartment, such as a key?" Kingsley took notes of our conversation.

"Yes…I gave one to Ron and Luna, but they were at the wedding with us…so it couldn't have been them. Oh, and I gave another one to a close friend of Hermione's…Matthew Leidue."

"And has Mr. Leidue ever been in the apartment and if so, what parts?"

"He was here once when we were unpacking everything, and I showed him everything."

He took some more notes "Hmm…and is he aware of the magical world?"

"Yes…he is a cousin of Lavendar Brown and they were very close, so she told him about it. He is a very good friend to us and I don't suspect him."

"Interesting…Wright!" Kingsley barked. A pale and skinny youth, probably fresh out of Hogwarts, swiftly came over to us. "Get me a record of a person named Matt Leidue."

"Yessir, Mr. Shrive!" Wright apparated out with a small pop.

"Mr. Shrive!" A woman yelled. She came running towards us. Her carefully set bun was fast loosing strands of hair. "We were performing minor spell on an object to see if we could trace the magic of the caster and it exploded. Then a note appeared. Here." She handed us a small, blackened piece of paper.

It's no use. There is a dark cover spell, as well as a repairing-prevention spell, used far beyond the comprehension of your magic tracers. Try anything more and the entire building will blow up, accounting for the loss of not only the great Harry Potter, but also countless muggles and believe me, you don't want so many to die. Remember, there is dark magic at work and it could go boom if you're not careful.

Oh, and send my sincerest thanks to Masters Monty Dallow and Matt Leidue!

There was a strange black symbol beneath the writing. It was a black glove holding a black rose which was crumbling animatedly.

Just then, Wright popped back in. He silently handed the file to Kingsley and backed away.

Kingsley shifted through the file.

"Matthew Leidue…owner of the Black Rose Restaurant…very suspicious…resides just outside of London with sister, Karina Leidue…hmm…and the note mentions him…a muggle, but aware of magic and friend to the younger generations of magical folk…" Kingsley snapped the file shut. "I want Mr. Leidue in immediately. Also, get me some Veritaserum. It's time we know the truth."

When Matt arrived, he was taken to a room with a single chair inside. The auror who escorted him bade him to sit. When he had, Harry, Hermione, and Kingsley came in. Matt stared at Harry and Hermione with a scared, helpless look on his face. After few moments of silence, Harry broke the tension in the room by saying, "Hello, Matt."

With those simple words Matt knew that it was ok to talk. Although he was aware of magic and knows what good it can do, he was still weary of the power levels of magic of the people in this room. "Harry, what's going on? Why am I here?"

Instead of Harry speaking, Kinsley said in reply, "You're here because you are under suspicion for the breaking and entering of a Mr. Harry Potter's penthouse and for the vandalism in said penthouse."

Matt's mouth dropped open in shock. He was a suspect, he thought to himself. Out loud he said, "Hermione, you know I would never do that. "

For the second time now, Kingsley answered him, "You may not have but according to Ms. Hermione Granger, you have one of the two copies of the key to this place."

Matt's mouth fell open for the second time. His mouth would drop open even wider as Kingsley said, "And we have what you muggles call a warrant to give you Veritaserum and interrogate you. "

Matt sat there in shock as a piece of paper was given to him. He looked down at it and indeed saw that it was what they said it was. He said, "Since you guys have a warrant I have no choice, but I have a better way to do this if you're interested."

Hermione, speaking for the first time, "What is it, Matt?"

Matt replied, "I know you all have spells that can go inside a person's memory. Why don't you just go into my memory? Yes, I knew about the damages and I knew about the breaking and entering but I swear I wasn't a part of it."

Harry looked at Kingsley who nodded. With the nod Harry started performing a complex wandless magic spell. To Hermione and Kingsley's surprise, they felt themselves drawn closer to Harry and then they felt themselves going into Matt's Mind.

They landed with a thud in one of the dark alleyways of London. "Harry…where are we?" Hermione asked in a high-pitched squeaky voice.

Harry pulled her into a warm safe hug as he said,"I'm sorry Hermione I should have warned you first. We are in Matt's memory from last night. The spell made Matt's mind like a Pensive so we just jumped in."

Kingsley interrupted by saying, "Look there's Mr. Leidue over there.

Sure enough, it was Matt walking down the street. He had on his uniform from the Black Rose so the group concluded that he was heading home from work. They discreetly followed him for a couple of blocks.

Suddenly he stopped, almost as if he heard something. The next instant, his arms and legs snapped together and he fell backwards as stiff as a board.

Hermione whispered to the group, "The full Body-Bind Curse."

They nodded in agreement. As they watched Matt, a group of people all in black clocks with black hoods pulled over their faces approached him. When they were a couple feet away, a hood magically appeared over Matt's eyes. Or what seemed as magical. Another of the black-hooded people pulled of an invisibility cloak and was standing right over Matt.

Next, when the other people joined him they started patting him down. One of them emerged with a key ring. Finally the silence was broken by one of the hooded people, "Do we leave him here or do we take him along with us?"

The one that held the keys, who also seemed like the leader, said in reply, "Let's take him with us. He may be useful."

The scene changed all around the three adults. They found themselves outside of the penthouse. Matt was standing there with the hood taken off as well as the curse, but his arms and legs were still bound and his mouth was duct taped shut. They held him up so he could see them insert the key in the keyhole, and enter into his friend's house. He tried to get away, but they held him too tightly.

As he struggled, the leader came up to him and said, "For now, we must say nighty-night again." He lifted up the antique vase he was holding and brought it with a resounding "CRASH" on the back of Matt's head. Everything went black.

Harry, Hermione, and Kingsley arrived back in the real world. As they regained their balance, Matt spoke,"After that, all I remember is waking up in the street where they found me. "

Harry asked," Matt, can we take that memory as evidence? I promise it won't hurt you."

Matt said in reply, "Sure, I don't mind."

Hermione, vial already in hand, touched her wand to Matt's temple and pulled slowly. A mist of the memory came out attached to her wand and she carefully placed it into the vial and corked it. She then handed the memory to Kingsley and said, "Any other questions for Matt before we bring up Monty. "

Kingsley said in reply, "No, just don't skip town."

They all had a bit of a chuckle at that and the auror escorted Matt out of the room.

While they waited for Monty, Kingsley had Wright pull Monty's file. He was muttering to himself saying, "Monty Dallow…doorman to the Le Royal Tower…has no wife, no kids…muggle and not aware of the magical world…so we're going to have to be very careful with how we interrogate him."

In a few minutes, Monty came through the door in his doorman's uniform. He was about as pale as a ghost and shaking all over.

Harry again started the questioning by saying, "Hello Monty."

Monty also took that as a cue by saying, "I swear Mr. Potter, I don't know anything that has happened in here. So, why am I here?"

Kingsley, getting really tired of the detective routine really quickly, stated, "You're here because you are under suspicion for the breaking and entering of a Mr. Harry Potter's penthouse and for the vandalism in said penthouse."

"That is absurd!" Monty exclaimed. "I have never been farther into this place then the front door where I deliver Mr. Potter's messages."

"So then Mr. Dallow, you wouldn't mind answering some questions would you?" Kingsley asked.

"Not at all, if they prove my innocence. In fact I will tell you all I know."

"I was at my post on the night in question drinking coffee. I had heard that Mr. Potter and his girlfriend, Ms. Granger, would be out of town for this weekend so I wasn't worried about anyone coming up. I heard noises in the hallway close to my post, so I went to investigate, figuring it was just some punks or something. The next thing I know, I was hit on the back if the head. When I came to, I was sitting in a broom closet downstairs. My head hurt like heck, and I was bound from hand to foot. By the time I worked myself free, I didn't see anyone leave the elevators. And I figured it was just the punks trying to prevent me from catching them. I'm sooooo sorry, Mr. Potter."

With that he began to cry softly. Harry said to him, I believe you are telling the truth Monty. This wasn't your fault."

"You believe me?" Monty asked with wide, tear-filled eyes.

Harry and Hermione both nodded.

"Oh, thank you, THANK YOU!!" He came over to them and gave both of them a giant bear hug.

Kingsley cleared his throat and Monty put them down. He said "We're just going to finish up here and then I will speak to you both again." With that he left the room.

Harry turned to Monty and said, "Monty, I need you to call up my insurance agent and ask them about my insurance repercussions."

Monty said in reply, "I already did, Mr. Potter and I'm afraid it's not too good."

"What is the problem, Monty?"

Monty shifted his feet uncomfortably, "Well sir, you see, the insurance companies would only pay about 75, 000 of damage, and I know for a fact Sir that you have about 200,000 of damage."

Harry looked outraged. Before he could let out some of that rage on the poor doorman, Hermione jumped in by saying, "Thank you, Monty we'll call you if we need you."

When the doorman left, Harry sat in the chair, his head in his hands. Hermione came around behind him and started to massage the tight muscles in his neck. Harry soon relaxed into her touch. She whispered in his ear, "Don't worry about this, Harry. We're strong and we can get through it. Besides, you are a millionaire. You don't have to worry too much. "

With that, Harry turned his head and caught her lips in a soft kiss. "I know, I know."

He then stood up and got on his cell phone, and called the goblins. Hermione shook her head at Harry's inability to admit he's rich. Hearing Harry's loud yelling voice shook her from her dream-like state. When he returned to her, his eyes were flashing and his whole body emitted heat of rage.

"Harry, what's wrong?" she asked him, her eyes dancing with worry.

He collapsed in the chair before saying, "Somebody's been stealing money from my account."

''WHAT!?"

Harry's defeated eyes looked at the worry-filled and anger-filled eyes of his girlfriend. He restated, "Somebody's been stealing money from my account."

Hermione smacked him on the shoulder, "I know that dimwit, I meant how could they have done it?"

Harry, rubbing his shoulder, answered calmly "I don't know, the goblins are working on it. I've made it tight security, meaning you have to have me present with you in order to make a withdrawal.'

Hermione's facial features slowly lost the edge of anger as she asked, "How much do we have left?"

Harry looked down at the floor as he said, "Only about half a million, out of the 2 billion I had in there."

Hermione knelt down in front of him and said, "Harry, look at me. I know you're mad at the people who did this, but I also know that you are mad at yourself. But I'm telling you Harry, it's not your fault. "

"I'm sorry Hermione. This was supposed to be your dream home."

"Harry, my dream home is anyplace where I can live with you."

Harry's eyes lost some of that defeated hue, and his mouth slowly turned into a smile. "I love you, Mione."

"I love you too, Harry."

Just as they were about to kiss, Kingsley walks in. "Oh man, did not need to see that."

Harry and Hermione just look at each other and chuckle. Harry then says, "You obviously wanted us for something."

Kingsley, still looking mentally disturbed by the image he was just about to witness, said "Right, um, we are done with our preliminary investigation. But due to the threatening nature of that note we are going to ask that you stay with someone else for now."

20 minutes later

Ron and Luna were comfortably sitting on the couch watching the fireplace, enjoying the other in their arms, when the doorbell rang.

Ron whispered to his fiancé sweetly, "I'll go seeing that you're too comfortable."

Luna giggled and gave Ron a soft gentle kiss.

Ron opened the door and his mouth fell open in shock.

"Think you can give us a place to stay for a couple days?" Harry and Hermione asked simultaneously.

Ron just stood there in shock.

E.N. Sorry it took me so long to edit this chapter. Apparently people, who are not in Disney world, like me and a couple other friends, think it is awesome to hang out as the "Non-Disney Crowd". Well anyway, I'm glad I got this posted. Do us both a favor and review. I know this chapter is long but we needed to get the story moving a bit. Thanks from both Katie and Myself. Enjoy the rest of your vacation!!