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'...what?'

'Harry, you've been obliviated. Someone's erased your memory...'

'I know what it means!' Harry snapped, before he could stop himself. '...sorry. Can you undo it?'

'I...don't think so, Harry. It's difficult and usually only possible with long-term memories. Maybe if we went to see Madam Pomfrey...'

'We can't,' Ron said. 'The Constabulary are looking for Harry and Hogwarts is the obvious place for him to go...'

'But, why would anyone want to obliviate Harry?' Ginny asked.

'Maybe he saw something that he shouldn't have?' Neville said. 'Or something that someone else didn't want him to see...'

'It's possible,' Ron said. 'Either way, we've only got one real lead...'

'The dead man...' Harry said and Ron nodded.

'We need to find out who he is and how he died...'

'How?' Neville asked and Ron gave a helpless shrug.

'There's only one way. We need to get into the Auror office and take a look at the case files...'

'How do you know there is one?' Ginny asked. 'Won't they have just covered it up?'

'I don't think so,' Ron said. 'Remember, there's a warrant out for Harry and they'll have needed some evidence to get that authorised by the Ministry...'

'I don't know,' Hermione said. 'I think it's too dangerous...'

'Alright, then,' Ron said. 'What's your bright idea...?'

'Back off, Ron,' Ginny growled, half-rising from her seat, until Hermione put a hand on her arm. With a snarl, she sat back, folding her arms across her chest, glaring at Ron.

'We don't have a choice,' Harry said. 'Ron's right. I need to see what's in those files...'

'You can't go in there, mate,' Ron said. 'Not alone, anyway. The Aurors will have been told to keep an eye out for you...'

'I don't have a choice, Ron,' Harry repeated. 'And I'm not going to have you get in trouble for me...'

'We won't,' Ron said. 'I've got a plan...'

He reached under the table and pulled out a wooden chest, setting it on the table and undoing the clasps. Inside was a folded black cloak that seemed to ripple even though it wasn't moving.

'Is that...?'

'Yep,' Ron said, with a grin. 'That should get you into the Ministry...'

'Alright,' Harry said. 'Come on. Let's get going...'

'Hold on,' Luna said, putting down her magazine. 'I think we should also take a look at the alley where Harry...woke up...'

'Why?' Ron asked.

'Because, there might be something there they don't want us to see...'

'It'll also be crawling with the Constabulary,' Ron said and Luna grinned.

'We can deal with that...'

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'Alright, Jeremiah?' Ron asked, pushing back the hood of his cloak.

'Evening, Ron,' replied the grim, rough-looking Auror who was standing by the lift at the end of the short corridor. 'You're here late...'

'You know how it is,' Ron said, with a shake of his head. 'I need to catch up on some work...'

'Heard the Constabulary's looking for your friend,' Jeremiah said, as he pressed the button to summon the lift. 'What do you think of that...?'

'It's a load of dragon dung,' Ron said, stepping past Jeremiah as the lift doors rattled open. 'That's what I think...'

With a finale glare, he pressed the button and the doors closed, the lift starting to descend with a jerk. Like everything in Hogwarts, the lift was mechanical, as magic and modern 'Muggle' technology weren't a good combination.

'Harry?' Ron whispered. 'Are you still there?'

'Where would I go?' Harry replied and Ron scowled.

'Alright, mate. I can't see you, remember...' He added. Even though Harry was standing right next to him, he couldn't see him because he was wearing his Invisibility Cloak. It had been a gift from his parents when he had qualified as an Auror. Made from the hair of a demiguise, it rendered the wearer completely invisible as long as it covered their whole body.

'This is a mad idea,' Ron muttered, just as the lift doors rattled open...

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'There's two Constables,' Ginny hissed, from where she was peering around the corner of the alley they were hiding in.

'So, what are we going to do?' Hermione asked and Ginny grinned.

'Easy. Neville and I will create a distraction to draw them off, so you and Luna can have a look at the crime scene...'

'I don't know, Gin...'

'Relax,' Ginny said, giving her a quick kiss. 'We can outrun a couple of flatfoots. You up for this?' she asked, turning to Neville, who nodded.

'Okay. Wait for the signal,' she said, drawing her wand as she and Neville disappeared into the night.

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Ron opened the lift doors with a rattle, looking around the Auror office, breathing a sigh of relief as he saw that it was empty.

'Come on,' he hissed, stepping out and heading towards a row of filing cabinets, as the lift doors closed behind them. 'These are the current case files...'

Opening the nearest cabinet, he began pulling out the files and flipping through them, just as Harry took off the invisibility cloak.

'What are you doing?' Ron hissed, as Harry opened the next cabinet.

'We need to get this done,' Harry said, grabbing another file and opening it.

'This is crazy...hey, here it is...'

Opening the file on the top of the cabinet, Ron took out his pocket camera, quickly photographing the pages.

'Done,' he said, putting the file back into the cabinet, just as he heard the lift approaching

'Quick,' Ron hissed, closing the cabinets and heading for his desk as Harry threw the invisibility cloak back over his head. A second later, the lift doors rattled open and a tall, slender man in a black cloak stepped out.

'Weasley,' he said, striding towards him.

'Minister Harris,' Ron said, standing up.

'I know that Potter is a friend of yours,' Harris said, without preamble. 'However, you need to remember where you're loyalties lie. If you see him, I expect you to report it, immediately...'

'Yes, Minister,' Ron said, resisting the urge to flick his gaze to where Harry has been standing.

Harris held Ron's gaze for a second before striding past him, heading for his office at the end of the corridor and he heard the door close.

That was too close...

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Ginny and Neville crept towards the alley where the Constables were standing, crouching behind a low wall and risking a look over the top.

'There they are,' Ginny whispered. 'You ready?'

'Yeah,' Neville said and Ginny raised her wand, sending up a shower of red sparks that made both Constables look up.

'Come on,' Ginny said, breaking into a run, Neville hot on her heels. As they ran, Ginny risked a glance over her shoulder, seeing the Constables giving chase and she grinned.

Gotcha...

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'That's the signal,' Hermione said. 'Come on...'

Quickly, she and Luna slipped out of their hiding place, heading towards the alley.

'Lumos,' Hermione said, pulling out her wand, the pale glow illuminating a few feet around them.

'Nothing,' Hermione said, as Luna illuminated her own wand, kneeling down.

'I wouldn't be so sure,' she said, pointing to patch of mud. 'Look at this...'

'A boot print,' Hermione said, kneeling down next to her. 'Luna...'

'Not just a boot print,' Luna said. 'An expensive, very well made boot print...'

'And...that means...?'

'I'm not sure. But, someone else was here apart from Harry and the dead man...'

'The killer...' Hermione muttered and Luna nodded.

'Come on,' Hermione said. 'Let's get out of here...'

Standing up, they extinguished their wands and disapparated with a crack...

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'I think we lost them,' Ginny panted as she and Neville ducked into an alley. 'You okay...?'

'Yeah,' Neville gasped, bending over with his hands on his knees. 'Yeah...I'll be alright...'

'Good,' Ginny said, clapping him on the shoulder. 'Come on. We should have given them enough time. Let's go...'

'Right,' Neville said, standing up and they disapparated.

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Ron and Harry appeared back in the hallway of the safehouse.

'Come on,' Ron said, pulling out the camera from inside his cloak. 'Let's have a look at these pictures...'

'Wait,' Harry said, holding out his hand. 'We're not alone...'

'What do you mean?' Ron asked as two figures emerged from the shadows with their wands drawn.

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