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Harry looked at his watch again. Where was Luna? He had to get home to get AJ and Molly from Ginny so she could get to work. Ron wasn't available – he was tracking down the identity of the shooter from last week.

Harry cast a sidelong look at Hermione. She seemed completely oblivious to him as she read something on her Kindle, moving Rose's stroller back and forth slowly with one foot as a warm spring breeze teased her curls.

They were sitting outside of a little café, having an afternoon tea, as they waited for Luna to show up.

Hermione began to nibble on a pen she pulled out of some pocket; Harry let his eyes begin to wander around the crowded street again. Ever since someone had taken a shot at them on the grounds of Chequers, he'd been extra careful.

If he'd had his way Hermione would be safely ensconced at Number 10 with Rose. At least when they were there they only had to worry about bombings or poison and those could be easily watched for. Feeling nervous he looked up and scanned the rooftops for snipers.

The shooting at Chequers had been a close one.

It had been one of those rare days when the weather was absolutely perfect. They sky was a perfect shade of robin's egg blue with little puffy clouds floating merrily across it. Ron and Luna had been following up on a lead in London, so Harry had been left behind to guard Hermione by himself. This wasn't as difficult or as dangerous as it had been seven months earlier.

This was due to the fact that Snape had finally buckled down and married Hermione. There had been no ceremony or fanfare. They had just quietly signed some documents, changed their names, and then continued to live in the same manner as they had before.

Harry had been sure to slip the scoop to Ginny for her column in the society pages. There had been an uproar in Parliament when the news was uncovered – no one had seen it coming.

It had given Harry a warm, fuzzy feeling inside when he saw Pettigrew's lips purse and fear flicker through his eyes. Though he had no proof – his gut told him that Pettigrew was somehow involved in what was going on. He couldn't be the mastermind though, he wasn't the sort.

There had to be someone else behind it, and, even now, three months after the Chequers shooting he wasn't any closer.

They had been so lucky that day. Hermione had been engrossed in reading something on her Kindle as her baby, Rose, laid on the blanket and chewed merrily on a toy. Harry had been sitting next to them, carefully scanning the gardens, when his watch had gone off.

Since Harry normally didn't set the alarm on his antique watch he'd looked down in surprise.

Just as his head moved down there was a loud "CRACK!" and something went whizzing by his ear.

Harry reacted instantly. He grabbed Rose and shoved her into Hermione's arms before pushing them behind a thick oak tree. He took up a position behind another tree and pulled out his sidearm as security guards appeared and began to fan through the trees, looking for the sniper.

All they'd found was a sniper rifle lodged in a tree with a clear view of where Harry, Rose, and Hermione had been sitting.

There had been no finger prints.

Their only lead was a custom made leather glove that was devoid of DNA or fingerprints. Ron was currently questioning every leather glove maker in London.

Harry glanced at his watch again. Where was Luna?

His phone rang.

"Hello?"

Ginny's voice answered, "Harry?"

"Is something wrong?"

Hermione looked up from her Kindle for a moment, adjusted Rose's blanket, and went back to reading. Harry went back to watching the crowd as Ginny spoke.

"I have to get to work, we're having a meeting."

"I'm sorry-"

"No, don't worry about it. I figured you'd be late. Luna probably found a nice patch of flowers to look at and got distracted. I just dropped the children off at Fred and George's shop. So pick them up from there."

Harry breathed a silent sigh of relief as his eyes caught on a head of silver hair moving through the crowd. He wouldn't have to worry about rushing now. The twins could keep Molly and AJ occupied for hours.

"That's great. I'll pick them up as soon as I'm free here. I hope the twins don't mind."

"Of course not, you know they enjoy being the spoiling bachelor uncles."

Harry's eyes continued to follow the strange silver head as he chuckled.

"Yes, I think they'd spoil Molly and AJ rotten if we let them. Oh, I picked up your engagement ring. They did a really good job getting it clean."

"Great, I feel naked without it on."

Harry chuckled, "Do you now? Maybe I should keep it from you a little longer…."

"Harry!"

"Alright…I guess not. Are you almost at work?"

"Almost, I'm about a block away. Oh, what something special for dinner tonight? I'll pick something up on my way home."

Something about that silver head was niggling at Harry's mind and the feeling only got worse when it disappeared inside of a building down the street. It was all Harry could do to stay on the phone, hold his position, and keep his tone of voice normal.

"Maybe a pasta? I've been really good with my carbs today."

"Pasta it is th–"

Ginny's voice was suddenly cut off and a second later a different voice spoke into the phone. The voice was harsh and gravely, almost a growl, and eerily familiar.

"Oh, what's this? Such a pretty little woman here. I wonder what she tastes like. Should I find out?"

Harry's blood ran cold as Ginny let out a quickly muffled scream. He was on his feet and had two taken steps before he realized his mistake.

There, on a rooftop across the street and over one was the silver head from earlier and it was clearly pointing something right at him, Hermione, and Rose. Harry dropped the phone and leaped into action.

"Run!" Harry shouted as he grabbed Rose's stroller, kicked the brakes up and shoved her down the sidewalk. Then he turned, grabbed Hermione's arm, and shoved her after her daughter.

She didn't even stop to think or even question, she ran after he daughter, brown hair falling from its bun and trailing behind her. Harry was about to follow her when he felt suddenly dizzy. His vision grew blurry, as if he had forgotten to put in his contacts. In a state of confusion and shock he looked down to see his hands shaking.

Sugar.

Harry had forgotten to eat. When had he last eaten? It had been awhile ago, that was for sure. He had planned to eat once Luna showed up, but he had misjudged it.

Stumbling, trying to follow Hermione, he barely saw the screaming, pulsing crowd around him as there was a dull click, whistle, and explosion.

The world around Harry erupted into fire as a rocket landed right behind him. He was thrown through the air. While experiencing this unexpected, fiery, flying lesson his eyes locked back onto the pale head, just in time to see that it was attached to a pale, pointed face.

Harry landed in the worst possible way. He heard a large CRACK as his head slammed into a wall. Blood poured down his face as Harry tried to focus on what he had to do.

Hermione, he had to protect Hermione and Rose.

No, wait, Ginny!

He had to rescue Ginny!

Somehow, Harry stumbled to his feet. As soon as he stood up his vision swam and went dim. He held onto the wall for a moment, taking deep breaths, and trying to catch his balance.

Once he felt steady enough to let go he slowly moved down the street, going in the same direction Hermione and Rose had gone in.

He didn't get very far.

He'd gone, maybe, two meters, when someone kicked his feet out from under him. Harry's arms wrapped around his skull as he fell, trying to protect. From the ground he looked up blearily at an extremely familiar face.

"You've led me on a merry chase Harry Potter, but I always get my mark," Draco Malfoy said coldly as he pulled out a small pistol.

Harry was dizzy, in pain, scared, and pissed off. Right then he didn't care if he sounded crazy. He didn't even know if he sounded crazy. All of his memories were spinning together, getting tangled up and intertwined. He could no longer tell the difference between his Magic, Soccer, and Police Memories.

"What the hell, Malfoy! Why'd you shoot me! I saved you from the Room of Requirement!"

Malfoy frowned, "The what?"

Harry's hands gripped his head tighter, trying to staunch the blood that was now pour out and pooling around him. He was having even worse trouble focusing his eyes now.

"The Room of Requirement! I grabbed a broom and saved you and Goyle from the Fiendfyre!"

"You've lost your marbles. What the hell is that nonsense? Wait, don't answer that. Just shut up so I can shoot you in peace."

For the third time Harry realized he faced certain death.

"Ron, Luna, please save Ginny," Harry whispered right before sirens erupted all around him and his vision gave out on him entirely.

Once again, the world went black and Harry knew no more.

Author's Notes: So I've been super busy, which is why I didn't get one up last weekend. Because of that I'm going to post two this weekend, maybe even three. You get this special Saturday posting, a regular posting on Sunday, and maybe one on Monday. No promises there though, I have lots to do still.

Think of it this way. If you'd gotten this chapter last Sunday you would've had to wait an entire week to find out what happens next, now you only have to wait a day. :)

So, there's Draco and let's see who knows who grabbed Ginny. There are a few hints if you read your verbs and adjectives. So? Who knows?

Also, predictions on what happens next? :D

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