"You've been working far too hard," Mrs. Weasley said, sliding a cup of steaming tea in front of him. "Now you just relax while I get you some stew."

"Thanks, Molly," Harry said gratefully, sipping his tea.

"Rough day there, Harry?" Arthur asked, walking into the kitchen.

"Claridina's supporters are becoming more active," he sighed. "Two attacks on Muggles today. One man wound up with arms and legs switched. He's getting sorted out at St. Mungo's, but the other one…well, she wasn't so lucky."

"Terrible," Mrs. Weasley said, placing a hot bowl of stew in front of him. "Just terrible. Are you sure they were Claridina's followers, though?"

"Brought them in for questioning right after they were caught," Harry said. "She's smart though. She doesn't tell the followers she sends out what her location is, so they can't lead us to her; we have to keep searching."

"Scary times again," Mr. Weasley said gravely. "I remember when Voldemort was first in power, before you can remember, Harry; you'd hear about a muggle killing a day, among all sorts of other dreadful news, gave us all a fright just reading it."

"I know how you must've felt back then," Harry nodded. "As parents…Gin and I worry every night about the boys at school and about Lily."

"You never do stop worrying, dear," Molly sighed. "When he was in power the first time and the kids were still young I used to stay up half the night going in and out of their rooms to check on them. Your own mum and dad were the same way with you."

"Really?"

"Of course," she nodded. "When Lily was pregnant with you she used come to me everyday while your father was off with the Order and tell me how she wished more than anything that she could bring you into a world that wasn't so horrible. And then after you were born she and James scarcely let you out of their sights."

Harry smiled.

"It's not going to get that bad, though," Arthur said after a moment. "I know you Aurors and the rest of the Ministry will catch Claridina long before she gets to Voldemort's level."

"I hope so," Harry said. "I hope so."

…..

"Lily's spending the night at Ron and Hermione's," Ginny said when Harry apperated back to his house. "Her and Hugo were apparently in the middle of a game that was so important that they couldn't wait until tomorrow to finish it."

"Those two are attached at the hip, aren't they?" Harry said. "More like siblings than cousins, no?"

"They're best friends," Ginny smiled. "So how are mum and dad?"

"Good," Harry said, hanging up his cloak. "Anyway, we've got the house to ourselves. What do you want to do?"

"Hmm," Ginny said thoughtfully. "Tell you what. I'll watch that one movie with you that you like so much on the television; the one with man in the red cape that saves the world and everything, if-"

"-if what?" Harry frowned.

"If you don't talk about, worry about, or even think about Claridina for the whole night," she finished.

Harry sighed. "Am I that bad?"

"Well," Ginny said gently, sitting down with him on the couch. "Harry, last night I did hear you muttering her name in your sleep. I just think that she's getting too much in your head. You need to just sit down for one night and relax."

"It's not as easy as you think," Harry told her.

"I know that, I never said it was easy," Ginny said. "I don't want you to give up looking for her. I just don't want you to become so obsessed with catching her that you end up hurting yourself in the process. You've worked around the clock practically all week. You deserve to have one night with your wife, don't you think?"

Harry nodded. "What would I do without you, Gin?"

"Well you'd be a pathetic lonely bachelor for one thing," she laughed. "Because I'm darn sure no other woman would put up with your rubbish, Harry Potter."

"You're probably right," he grinned, kissing her lips briefly. "Now, I believe I was promised as certain movie?"

"I still don't see what you see in it," Ginny said as Harry flipped on the television. "I mean, how can he fly without a broom or anything? And how can he be so strong? Are you sure he's not a wizard?"

"Gin, we go through this every time we watch this," Harry said, shaking his head.

"Yes, and it makes even less sense each time."

"You're really a piece of work, aren't you?" he laughed, putting his arm around her.

…..

"Bloody freezing out there," Neville muttered as Hagrid let him into his hut.

"I 'spect we'll get at least six inches of snow tonight," Hagird said, shutting the door behind Neville.

"Lovely," Neville said. "Anyway, have you gotten a chance to tail Claridina's son today?"

"Almost," he sighed. "I saw him when I was in the castle talking ter McGonagall about my slug problem in me garden, but I couldn't get to him; he was too far away and a bunch of students were in me way. What about you?"

"I followed him after lunch," Neville said. "I was watching him and it looked like he had something in his bag. I was hoping I could get a glance at it when he got up, but he just went to the library."

"He didn't do anything there?"

"Not really," Neville sighed. "He was sort of harassing Alexandra, though. Poor girl, she looked terrified."

"There's a rotten kid every year," Hagrid said. "But I've got ter say; in all me years of teaching, I've never seen one as bad as him."

"Hopefully he'll slip up soon and let us catch him doing something so we can tell Harry," Neville said. "All this sneaking around is making me feel like I'm a student again."