James Evans needed to have a conversation with himself - or to be exact ... herself. James Evans was the pseudonym name for one Harianna Potter. The raven-haired woman in question was wondering how she got herself into situations like these ... she rubbed her temple with her fingers ...

'Ria, did you hear me?'

She looked up at the green flames in her fire place, the face of her red-haired, freckled friend, speaking to her through the flames ... she had been kneeling beside it so that she could she speak him easier.

'Yeah, I heard you,' she muttered. 'You say that the killings were just like in the book.'

'Down to the very last detail ...' he answered honestly.

'This is not good, the next one -' she said anxiously.

She watched his face grimace in the fire. 'Double killing, yeah I know ...'

Harianna shook her head. 'So does this mean you've had anything to do with the request I received from Bentley?'

Ron gave her a sheepish look. 'He doesn't know that - you know -' he lowered his voice, '- You're James Evans.'

Harianna rolled her eyes. 'It's just me - Ted's upstairs.'

'Oh, how is the not using magic in front of Muggles going this week?' Ron asked.

'Same as usual,' she replied. 'Extremely well - if he keeps this up I'll be - what was it, he wanted to do this weekend - oh, go skiing - Oh, and I'm not allowed to be in a glamour or use a "Notice Me Not".'

Ron chuckled deeply. 'Proves he knows you well.'

Harianna was not impressed. 'I swear he tasks me with things I hate doing as his reward for not using magic in front of Muggles ... on purpose.'

Ron sighed. 'Ria ... you hardly go anywhere as you, you know you don't handle being around people very well ... - oh speaking which, could you not threaten to hex an Auror's balls off, next time - Malfoy was just trying to help you up, after colliding with you.'

Harianna re-framed from rolling her eyes. Feeling slightly irritated. She knew she had overreacted, but being manhandled in public was just too much - well just being manhandled was too much. 'I know and it's not like I can't stand being touched - I just like to have a warning or at least be able to see that someone's going to approach me.'

'And in the real world ... things don't happen like that,' Ron said pointedly, 'You're going to be in situations much like that one if Teddy gets his way for this weekend - and you can't go around threatening to hex everyone who so much as touches you.'

'I know, OK ...' she rubbed at her arms subconsciously. 'Could we maybe talk about something else ... other than my successful failure at being human.'

'You're not a failure, Ria,' Ron said softly. 'You just never gave your self time to get over what happened - you went from single to -'

'Don't!' Harianna said simply. 'Please just don't.'

'And there's that too,' he added. 'You've never forgiven yourself.'

'Do you blame me?' Harianna said. 'He died because of me - and I -' she stopped, unable to say anymore. She changed the subject. 'The first body - have you identified -?'

'No we haven't been able to - the head -'

'But the clue - you said the details were the same - so the killer should have left a number behind on Kai Mason's card.'

'Yeah,' Ron said thoughtfully. 'They did - the number twenty-seven.'

'Well did you check it?'

'I didn't think there would be such a thing.'

Harianna sighed deeply. 'You might want to go through my old files and cases - I didn't get the idea of numbering his business cards to the relative cases from nowhere, you know. It's something I did - Walt, you know our old Head of department before Bentley took over - he used to drive me crazy assigning me to different cases when I was already halfway through one.'

'You see,' Ron said triumphantly. 'This is why you should come back and help us.'

'Last time I was in that office - I almost blew the place apart.'

'Almost being the key word there mate.' Ron pointed out. 'So I'll tell Bentley, you're thinking about it?'

Harianna shook her head. 'I can't believe I'm about to say this ... but tell him I'll see you all on Monday.' she rubbed her forehead again. 'I mean no one is going to know the killers next move better than me right?'

'Well no - after all, you are the author.' Ron said. 'But I'm glad that you're coming back -'

'Tell him I have conditions -' she added hastily. 'I'm not coming back as a full-time Auror - I'm not going to work on any other cases - I will consultant and advice only, I'm not doing any damn field work. And that I will be in after nine am and gone by three pm. Teddy comes first. Oh and I'm not working weekends either.'

Ron chuckled. 'I'll let him know.'

Harianna took a deep breath. 'I can't believe I'm going to go back ... working with you I can handle but Malfoy ...'

'Draco's not so bad ...' Ron said. 'And thanks for the heads up ... about the number thing on your files. I'll get straight onto that. See you later.'

'You're welcome ...' she managed to say before he disappeared, leaving her with her own thoughts. Her head fell into her hands, as she took more deep breaths to calm herself ... just how did becoming a writer get her into this mess - writing was meant to be safe - give her an outlet - not screw her life over. She had very mixed feelings about going back to her old life ... the past, she was not sure how she was going to deal with it. Harianna got up from her spot beside the fire and paced over to her study desk, pulling out pieces of parchment frantically ... someone was about to take a dive off a cliff and she was not sure as into who - Kai Mason, the killer or a victim.