The house was a ruin again. Teddy Lupin had built it up from the ruin of old as a monument to the Potter's sacrifice. Now it was a pile of rubble. There was still one wall standing but the re-bar was now protruding from the remaining masonry. The street around the building was strewn with fallen stones and pieces of slate from the roof. The explosion had also destroyed the sheds that had been in the back garden. While trudging through the wreckage Harry found pieces of his past, a half burned picture, a fragment of furniture and occasionally he found more unwholesome reminders, like a fragment of finger or ear.

"Harry?" came a call from nearby. Harry turned to see Hermione standing with Kingsley and Draco at what remained of the front gate.

When he got to her she pulled him into a tender hug. He laid his head on her shoulder and they just stood there.

"I am so sorry Harry" said Kingsley.

"Don't blame yourself Shack, It's not your fault" Harry said

"I should have put security up" Kingsley said as the four of them retreated from the house. Draco split from the party to talk to one of the residents of the village. When he came back he told the Minister what he had found out.

"The woman above the post office says she saw a man in a black cloak approach the house just before the explosion" He recounted

"Did she get a description?" Kingsley asked, without much hope.

"Yes" Draco said. His three companions all looked up with interest.

"Well?" Harry and Kingsley asked together.

"The woman said that the person was quite tall and thin. With red hair"

"Fucking Weasley!" Harry cursed

"Quite" Draco drawled. For a moment he looked just like a misanthropic schoolboy again and it made Hermione and Kingsley smile.

"Let's go find the bastard!" Harry said and he turned and apperated away.

Hermione, Draco and Kingsley apperated back to the ministry, for want of a better place to go. They didn't know where Harry had gone and this worried Hermione because they had never had any secrets.

"You don't think he would do anything stupid?" Hermione asked Draco as they waited for the report on the explosion to arrive.

"If you had asked me 12 years ago I would have said yes, if you had asked me 2 days ago i would have said no but I really don't know now. Voldemort had managed to effectively isolate us and cut all of his links to the past." Draco said his face impassive but his eyes wild with lack of sleep and adrenalin. Hermione marvelled at how much Draco had grown up.

"Well I will tell you then" said Harry as he walked into the room. Hermione jumped in the air and spun around to face him.

"Harry James Potter don't you dare do that again" she said in her no nonsense tone of old.

"Sorry Mione" he said apologetically and he took a step forwards and embraced her. He looked over her shoulder at Kingsley and Draco as they tried to hide the smirks on their faces.

"I went to the Burrow and Ron's tombstone. I asked for advice"

"Ron?" Draco asked surprised

"Yea Ron" Harry replied looking straight at Draco.

"What did he say?" Hermione asked

"Your screwed mate" Harry said and raised tension breaking laugh from them all.

"But then he reminded me about something" he looked at Kingsley and raised one eyebrow.

Kingsley nodded and turned to the wall behind his chair. He pulled his wand out and started to mutter a spell.

"What is he doing?" Hermione asked

"What was the one thing Voldemort was scared of?" This got a shrug from Draco.

"Or should I say who?"

Kingsley had finished his muttering and there was now a hole in the wall. Inside was a portrait covered in a black velvet cover. He pulled it out and set it up on a stand that he got from the corner of his office. Harry went over to the portrait and pulled the cover off.

"Fuck me" Draco breathed.

"Now, now Draco, language" said the person in the picture.

"How the hell..." trailed off Hermione.

Albus Dumbledore looked at the assembled group and smiled.

"Sit down everybody. This may take a while"