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Harry didn't have to worry about finding Snape for long.

When he woke around noon the next day Ginny was already gone. She did leave him a small note on her pillow letting him know that last night had been magical.

Harry grinned as he rolled out of bed and padded into the bathroom. Sure, this Ginny looked different from the other two Ginnys he had known, but, ultimately, they were all the same person. Which meant that they all enjoyed being kissed the same way – among other things.

Ten minutes later Harry was showered and wandering out to the kitchen in nothing but a robe. He was ravenous.

After giving his blood sugar a quick check (it was in the high sixties, normal after waking up) he measured out his standard bowl of cereal, chopped up a banana to go on it and put the tea kettle on the stove.

Some part of Harry was amazed that he did all of this without even thinking about it, despite the fact that, in a way, he'd never been inside this flat before.

It was interesting, the only memories that felt truly real now were the Magical Memories up to seventeen, the Soccer Memories from seventeen to twenty-seven, and yesterday. The rest felt a bit like a story he had read somewhere.

While he waited for the kettle to boil Harry injected his insulin. Once everything was ready he took a seat at the kitchen table and unrolled the paper Ginny had left him as he began to eat.

A moment later his spoon slipped from his hand and fell back into the bowl, spilling cereal everywhere.

There, on the front page of the paper, were the words: SNAPE NEXT PRIME MINISTER.

Hurriedly, Harry began reading the article.

In a press conference yesterday Prime Minister Bludge announced that he would be stepping down on 27 June 2007. At the same time, he let out the information that Queen Elizabeth II intends to ask Mr. Severus Snape to be the next Prime Minister. Mr. Snape belongs to the Labor Party, which currently holds a majority in the House of Commons. There is no word yet on who he plans to appoint as Deputy Prime Minister.

Harry stopped reading here as he began pulling out dusty memories of news reports on Snape's slow rise to power.

Once he had finished sorting through them there was only one thought on his mind: This was horrible.

How was he supposed to get help from one of the most important men in the country?

Unthinkingly, Harry began to eat again, his mind running in circles as he tried to figure out how he was going to understand what was happening without Snape's help.

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These thoughts were still running through Harry's mind hours later as he clocked in at the station.

"Harry, you alright? You seem really preoccupied," Ron commented when Harry almost ran over someone for the third time as they walked to their office.

"Huh?" Harry asked in confusion before realizing what Ron had said. "Oh, I'm just distracted." Realizing that wasn't enough, judging from Ron's expression at least. He quickly added, "I had a really good night with Ginny last night."

"Ewww," Ron cried with a look of horror on his face. "You REALLY don't need to say things like that. She's my SISTER, c'mon!"

Harry chuckled as he pulled out his office key, "All I meant was that dinner was really nice. Thanks for recommending the restaurant."

"Oh, well, if that's all you-" Ron started.

"But," Harry added, a twisted grin on his face, "what came after dinner was even better."

Ron let out a choked cry as Harry unlocked the office door and stepped inside, leaving Ron staring after him, a look of utter horror back on his face.

There was a feeling of elation in Harry's chest as he made his way across the small office he shared with his partners. Being able to tease Ron like that made the worries over getting to Snape or finding out why he kept switching worlds much easier to bear.

No one was in the office yet, so Harry took a seat at his desk, turned on his computer, and began looking over his recent case files.

About five minutes later his thoughts were interrupted by the office door opening. Glancing up, he expected to see Ron; instead, it was his other partner.

"Morning," she said cheerfully before drifting across the room towards her desk. After flipping idly through some papers on her desk she spoke again. "Oh, do you know what happened to Ron? Poor thing looks like he found Medusa."

Harry chuckled, "I just made him face the fact that I'm married to his baby sister, that's all."

"Oh, if that's all... Too bad you don't have a sister he could marry." She said wistfully, stars appearing in her eyes as she pictured Ron with a female version of Harry.

"Ya, too bad you don't have a sister," Ron commented from the doorway. He appeared to be fully recovered from Harry's remark now, though Harry could see the promise of revenge in his eyes.

Harry cleared his throat, "Yes, well, I don't think I could handle having a sister."

"Probably not," Ron said mildly as he took a seat at his own desk.

The three of them worked in silence for about an hour after that, going over reports, checking emails, and filing paperwork.

They were eventually interrupted by the phone on Ron's desk ringing. Ron spoke once into the receiver and then hung up.

"That was Black. He's about to head home for the evening but wants to see us first."

The three of them quickly made their way through the warren of passageways to Detective Inspector Black's office. They passed the secretary's desk – who was already gone for the evening – and went through the door to Black's office.

Harry felt a surge of happiness at the sight of his godfather. Not that Black was his godfather in this world, but, nonetheless, he was just glad to see him alive.

Black stared at them silently for a moment, letting tension grow in the room. When he finally spoke his voice was a dull growl that carried through the room.

"I'm glad you could spare me a moment. I just thought you'd be glad to know that your requests for promotions have been accepted." He reached into his desk and pulled out three sets of rank.

Harry found that his eyes were fascinated by the rank. Those chevrons signified all the hard work his Police Memory self had done over the past nine years.

Black passed out the ranks as he continued to talk. "Potter, Weasley, Lovegood – all three of you are now Detective Sergeants. Please do your new ranks justice. Your new orders will be forwarded to you eventually. Until then continue as you have been. Dismissed."

Harry followed Ron and Luna out of Black's office. Part of him couldn't help but feel excited over getting the promotion.

In his Police Memories he'd worked so hard to overcome the disadvantages he'd gained when he'd been diagnosed as diabetic. He couldn't walk the streets as a regular constable, he was a liability. Instead, he'd been relegated to a desk job. He'd spent hours filing papers, doing a job that any cadet could do, definitely not something a full constable with two years under his belt should be doing.

It was Black who had saved him. He'd been a Detective Chief Inspector when he'd bumped into Harry in the records room. Black took a liking to Harry, especially after he heard who his father was. A week later it had been "suggested" that Harry apply to join the Criminal Investigation Department (CID).

So, Harry had applied, and Ron had followed him. A year later Luna had joined them and the three of them were working like a real team.

Luna was the one to spot details that everyone else missed. She would then propose theory after theory, half of which would make no sense, as Ron would point out. Their arguments would get so loud sometimes that Harry would just get up and leave the office. Their arguments served a purpose though, they would eventually narrow it down to two or three theories and then Harry would step in. He would put himself inside the criminal's head and figure out which theory worked best. Then the three of them would tear the area apart, looking for evidence. Half the time they were wrong, but then they'd just do it again. They refused to give up.

After two years of working together they had a higher percentage of cases solved than any other detective at their station.

And now it had all paid off.

As the three of them walked back to their office Harry couldn't help but wonder if getting a higher rank would help him figure out why he was in this world.

Author's Note: Wow, what a week, a good one though. Um, this was a fun chapter to write, I had to do so much research and I worked yesterday, so it took awhile to write. I'd like to thank imadoodlenoodle for helping me get some info on the UK government. I know I didn't use it all yet, but I will! I hope everyone had a great week and I'm sorry if the week long waits are killing you.

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