Harry allowed Ron to drive. To this Ron did not know why. Harry was an excellent driver and was more suitable in driving quickly but in a safer manner. Ron on the other hand had only just gotten his full licence a day or so before dropping his children to Platform Nine and Three Quarters.

There was little time to spare though and Ron could not afford to waste it on useless questions. 'So how's Hugo?' he asked his friend.

'Huh? Oh, yeah, he's fine. Jenny's got 'em with the kids at the Burrow. He'll be fine, Ron.' Ron was just about to drop it and be content when he then noticed. It was a strange thing too— a small detail.

-DERAILED-

Harry arrived at Azkaban. He was running toward the prison and saw the Warden approach the front. The raging storm above him was crashing in his mind to add the necessary image of uncontrollable danger that was Azkaban Prison.

'Ah, Mr Potter, did you forget anything?' called the Warden from amidst the noise.

Harry looked at him confused. 'What? What do you mean?'

Now it was the Warden's turn to be confused. Was Harry Potter not just here with Ron Weasley, to interrogate a Werewolf, The Warden's own kin? 'Mr Potter, you and Mr Ronald Weasley had just left the prison hold after talking to some Werewolves about Lavender Brown.'

'What? I only just arrived.'

The Warden looked with wide eyes as it dawned on him. 'That would mean that the man that had left with Mr Weasley was an imposter. I suspected as much but had nothing to go on.'

Son of a bitch! They were on to him. 'Which way did they go?'

The Warden shrugged, 'I'm sorry, Mr Potter but I have no idea. The werewolf that they came in to talk about gave them a marked map and they straight away left to follow it.'

'Damn!' Harry cursed and began to pace. 'Ron's going to get himself killed unless he realises that he's with a fake friend. Hopefully he would be subtle.' Then Harry produced his iPhone from his pocket. 'Not to worry. I can just track his phone down and follow that instead.'

The Warden gasped at the strange device in Harry Potter's hand. 'What a peculiar Muggle contraption you have there Mr Potter,' he commented. 'What is it?'

'It's a tool muggles use to communicate to people from far away. It's like owls or Patronuses only faster.'

'Huh, Arthur would definitely be having a field day were you to show that to 'em.'

Harry just vaguely nodded but kept his attention at the screen. After a short wait, Harry was finally given a location. 'Okay, Warden, I have to go. See you later, yeah?' and with that he ran off back where he came.

'Good luck, Mr Potter.'

-O-

Ron kept silent. He was trying not to bring up any sign of his suspicions and compromise his thoughts. He needed to keep allowing this fake Harry to believe that he did not suspect him of such.

Blast it! How did he fall for something so old school? Now he had another thing to worry about and neither was getting him any closer to saving his wife and daughter.

I need time.

No doubt this imposter was there to derail him from his goal. Several times Ron noticed the imposter glance down at the small map beside him, at the marked dot somewhere in Liverpool. His eyes kept darting from the map on the page to the one on Ron's iPhone which showed their progression.

'Did you hear the Quidditch last night?' he tried to break the silence with a little small talk, hopefully also covering his tracks. 'I never realised that the Cannons could get even better. If only they were good when I was at school? Could have won a lot of bets then.'

'Yeah, The Chuddley Cannons are getting better ever since they re-established an entirely new team. I swear now they're my favourite team.'

Ron was trying hard not to laugh at this. It was just too funny. Harry never really supported the Chudley Cannons in the first place. They sucked and Harry knew this. He probably would have supported the Holyhead Harpies and that was mostly because Ginny, his wife played Chaser for them in the year two thousand. She was actually great at it. 'Wouldn't you more fancy the Holyhead Harpies?' he asked half minded?

The fake Harry scoffed, 'Why would I go for an all-female team?'

'Well because your wife, Gin—' Ron stopped himself mid-sentence and cursed internally. He looked at the fake Harry and realised he was caught. Shit!

The fake Harry hammered his elbow to Ron's face causing the car to swerve a little and just barely miss an oncoming truck. Ron tried retaliating and knocking his entire forearm against fake Harry's own face. The imposter cursed and made to grab hold of his wand. Ron saw this and instantaneously punched his hand, knocking the wand out the car window.

Still driving, Ron punched the imposter again but he blocked the attack and sent punch back. It hit Ron around the shoulder. Wincing in pain he staggered then sent another forearm his way. The imposter ducked but now Ron's hand was behind fake Harry's neck and he took it in his grasp. Fake Harry screamed in pain as Ron added more pressure.

'Who are you!' he roared. The Fake Harry just whimpered in agony. 'I said who the fuck are you!'

'I…am…the…freedom of the cursed!' the imposter yelled.

Ron grunted and while still with one foot on the exhaust, he kicked the imposter out of his car. He pulled the vehicle over and quickly got out with his wand drawn.

He was aware that he was in public view but luckily he charmed his wand t look like a muggle gun in the eyes of the unmagical. He approached the Fake Harry as he slowly transformed back into a ragged man in his early thirties with white hair. 'Armed police—freeze!' he shouted to keep up the ruse.

As soon as he said this most of the muggle onlookers turned around and walked away. Some stayed to watch but others had seen enough arrests to not bother at all.

Ron got beside the man still breathing but immobile. Ron deduced that he had broken his spine on contact with the road and was paralysed. Either that or someone used a body binding curse. 'Tell me who sent you,' he said forcefully but in a hushed tone. 'Tell me now and you might get an appeal to lighten your sentence for impersonating a government official.'

'I…' the man started but soon t became too painful to continue and he fell silent. Still alive but was now unable to speak and he needed him to talkor sing or anything! Ron cursed and took out his phone to call the real Harry.

'Harry, this is Ron, I need an ambulance here right now at Liverpool Town Hall status under cover. I have a male in his early or late thirties, white hair, about six feet-ten inches in height, two bite marks on his neck so possible werewolf.'

'Ron, Fuck, are you alright?' he heard Harry rambling through the phone. 'I thought of trying to tell you but I didn't want to give you away.'

'Yeah, M fine, Harry, just got a little aggressive toward the end. The subject is gravely wounded—paralysed, so possibly a broken spine, requires medical attention ASAP,' explained Ron.

'Okay, mate, I'm on my way with a team to pick you up.' Ron heard Harry sigh before finishing with, 'But be there when we arrive alright?'

Ron grunted lightly but was sure Harry heard, 'Fine, but hurry up, mate.'

So, Ron hung up and proceeded to wait for his brother-in-law to arrive with a crew. Damn! He was wasting too much time. He mentally told himself to calm down and be patient. He could feel his hands shaking from anxiety.

'C'mon, Harry move faster!'

-O-

Lavender punched the wall in agony when he heard the news that one of his agents had failed. The operation was getting too dangerously close to failure. The people she was working for would not be pleased.

'They wanted me to break him,' she said to a barely conscious Hermione, still tied up to her seat. 'They wanted me to stop him from accepting some sort of job for a special intergovernmental agency.' She eyed Hermione up and down and smirked. If her first plan was to fail she thought of other possibilities—to break him? 'I can do that.'

-O-

Author's Note: I own nothing of the characters and background that I incorporate into my stories. Everything I used is copyrighted by those individual companies that own them. The Characters in Harry Potter belong to J.K Rowling, Stargate to Roland Emmerich, Batman to DC Comics and Bob Kane, and some others to BBC.

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