Harry had printed a copy of the picture of Gerald's tattoo and carried it with him to the ministry later that morning. He met Ron in the records department to look for any information on Oliver Smith, mainly focused on where he might be.

They had found quite a bit regarding the wizard, actually. Eleven years ago, Oliver had graduated from Hogwarts, albeit only a few students above the bottom of his class. Ravenclaw had been his house where he was noted for his talents in music and poetry. He had an older brother, Stephen, who had graduated a Hufflepuff five years prior, and was still listed as living in Dunsfold. They were the only children of Daniel and Maggie Smith.

"Did you find anything on the parents?" Harry called.

"Yeah," Ron gruffed, carrying a stack of papers from behind a shelf and toward his partner. "Daniel and Maggie Smith, deceased November 12, 1993 at the ages of 42 and 39 respectively. Died to an unknown muggle assailant," he read, then looked up at Harry, "Apparently they were shot to death at a concert in London," the redhead returned his eyes to the paper in front of him, "Maggie Smith suffered two shots in the back from a 45 caliber pistol. Daniel Smith took three shots to the chest. Public statement by the muggle police surmised that Maggie was attacked first and then Daniel, as he turned to face the shooter. The couple were pronounced dead before ministry officials were notified of the attack."

"A concert?" the lead auror mused.

"Yeah," Ron looked up from his papers.

"Does it give any more details on that?" Harry inquired.

The redhead shuffled through a few papers before pulling out one and handing it to his friend. Upon taking it, Harry realized it was a flier. It announced the appearance of multiple indie rock bands and a meet-and-greet of the bands' members. Harry leaned back in his seat and rubbed his chin.

"What is it?" Ron asked.

"I just...I wonder-" his partner started.

"Here," Ron shoved another paper at his friend, who quickly reached forward and took it.

"Oliver Smith, second son to Daniel and Maggie Smith, spoke to muggle and magical officials the following morning. Oliver stated: "I was at the indie rock festival last night. I had left a message on the icebox letting my parents know. I knew they didn't want me to pursue a career in music...at least not in rock music, so I left the note to avoid an argument. I was out most of the night and morning talking to people whose bands had performed. I had...I had no idea anything had happened until I came home an hour ago...and you all [the police] were here."

Harry put the paper on the desk beside him and then looked over at Ron to see if he was going to add anything else. Over the years, Ron's confidence and detective skills had grown immensely. It was so much different to the scared little redhead Harry had first met and yet at the same time...he hadn't changed at all.

When the Weasely said nothing further, Harry turned in his seat and retrieved the paper with the information about Oliver and Stephen he had been reading. On it, there was the same address listed for both brothers. It was no doubt their parent's home...a residence in Dunsfold. 1993 was when their parents had died. That was also around the same time The Devil's Children formed so that meant shortly after their death, Oliver had moved to America. Perhaps Stephen had remained in their childhood home.

Either way, it was all they had, so that's where they would start. Harry pulled a small tablet from his pocket to which an enchanted quill responded and flew to work. As he spoke the address out loud, the quill took the note down perfectly, before the wizard replaced the notepad into his pocket, the feather following of its own accord.

Nodding to Ron, the two young aurors started on their way. As they walked out of the data rooms, into the hallway, and then the elevator beyond, Harry remembered the photo that he had printed off earlier that morning. Just as the doors to the elevator closed and it began whirring to main hall of the ministry, he handed the picture to his partner.

"Is that the dark mark?" Ron's voice squeaked.

"I thought it was, at first," Harry said, "But it looks different. See?"

The redhead was studying the photograph carefully, "It's larger," he surmised, "And is that?"

"The symbol used for the Deathly Hallows," Harry finished, "Yeah."

The box the two wizards were in swayed to a stop and the doors swung open. Harry stepped out into the main lobby of the Ministry of Magic followed closely by Ron as more workers pushed their way inside the elevator. The second wizard took a few quick strides to catch up to his friend before handing the picture back.

"I have to say, he does look quite mean in therer," Ron pointed as they continued on their way to the fireplaces that would send them to Dunsfold.

Harry looked back at the picture as they walked. Judging by the background, the photo had been taken while Gerald was on a stage of some sort. You could make out lighting equipment and part of a drum set and there were black curtains surrounding the scene. Gerald was giving this 'evil' face slightly upward as if the cameraman was above him. Perhaps someone with a higher seat in the audience had zoomed in to catch the shot.

Harry looked up just in time to come to an abrupt halt. He had almost waked directly into one of the chimneys on the main floor. Glancing at Ron, he chuckled before saying, "Your place," and stepping into the flames with his friend. There was the familiar swirl of energy and wind as the two wizards were transported through the network, finally settling within the walls of Ron's home.

"I haven't been to Dunsfold since I was a child," Harry admitted after regaining his ground.

"Ronald and I were there just a few months ago," Hermione's voice sounded, causing her husband to jump.

"Blimey, Hermione! What are you doing home?" Ron blurted.

The curly haired woman sat reclined on a couch just opposite the chimney, a book resting in one hand and a cup of tea in the other, "It's nice to see you too," she raised an eyebrow and emptied her hands.

"You have the week off," Harry stated, "I had forgotten."

Hermione stood up and walked toward her husband, brushing dust from his shoulders before giving him a brief kiss on the lips. Ron smiled awkwardly, "That's right. We were there at some cafe."

"Morning Brew," Hermione clarified, "A woman I work with told me about it. A squib friend of hers had only just opened it. I told her we'd go to give our support."

"Right," Ron said as if suddenly remembering.

"Can you take us there?" Harry asked.

"Did you find that man Gerald?"

"No," Ron said, "his brother."

Hermione nodded. She put each of her arms out to her side like wings, motioning for the men to take hold. Harry and Ron did so, and the witch immediately apparated the trio from the house. Their bodies settled in a small opening behind a tiny building. There was a skid and a few rubbish bins there and the area was surrounded by an iron fence and bushes.

Hermione naturally took the lead and brought the others to the front of the place in front of a row of windows looking in on a relaxed scene of couples' tables and cushioned chairs. Outside stood a sign proudly displaying the name Morning Brew and a cup of steaming coffee drawn in chalk. The three kept walking, passing a young man sweeping around a few outdoor tables before they reached the sidewalk and stopped.

"Right," Hermione began, "Now where is it you're going?"

Harry pulled out his notepad once more and handed it to the witch. She furrowed her brow before taking a step backward and calling over to the man working outside the cafe, "Excuse me!" The man looked up, "Which way to Fox Road?"

The worker looked from side to side before pointing towards his right, "Just over the hill and to the left," he called back, "You'll pass Amity."

"Thank you!" Hermione returned as the troupe started on their trek.

It took all of about five, maybe six minutes to reach the corner of Fox Road. Stopping to look at the address once more, Harry resumed the lead as they set their sights for house number four-fifty-six. The presumed Smith residence was only a few homes in.

Hermione let Ron in front of her as Harry opened the small gate and approached the home. He knocked determinedly on the door and waited. The entrance swung away after only a moment to reveal a tall, dark haired man. He had a trim beard and was well built. He had received the door with a smile, but as his eyes settled on the wizards, the expression fell.

"H-Harry Potter? and Mr. Weasley?" he stammered, "I-uh-how can I help you?"

"Hi, Mr. Stephen Smith?" the lead auror asked politely.

"Yes?" the man returned.

"We were actually looking to speak with your brother," Harry paused, "Have you seen him recently?"

"Ollie?" the man seemed worried then, "No, I haven't spoken to him in- oh wow- almost two months now? Wait, he's back in Britain?"

Harry glanced backward at Ron, "We don't know, but-"

"Steve!" a woman's voice called from inside the house.

Stephen turned his head back into the home, "Just a moment!" he yelled to her, "Is Ollie in some sort of trouble?" he spoke to his guests again.

Before Harry could say anything, a young blonde woman appeared next to Stephen. Upon seeing Harry Potter, her smile faded as well, "What's going on?" she asked.

"They're looking for Oliver..." Mr. Smith trailed.

"Oliver?" the woman shook her head, "Is he alright?"

"We just wanted to speak with him," Harry reiterated, "He may have some information that can help us out," He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card, "If you speak to him, let us know?"

The brother hesitated, but took the card, "Sure," he mumbled.

"It's about that Gerald bastard, isn't it?" the blonde suddenly grew angry.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged looks as Stephen put his arms around the woman, hushing her, "Mary, don't start with that."

The witch, Mary, broke from the man's hold, "Oliver is a good man," she pleaded, "Please don't let that Gerald drag him into anything."

"Mary, quiet!" Stephen scolded.

"Don't shush me!" she yelled back at him. "That Gerald is no good. I warned Oliver not to associate with him and now we have aurors at our door trying to find him!" she was completely livid.

"Mary, stop that now! You have no reason to be so critical of the man!" Stephen turned to the woman who had locked her teeth and stared at him furiously for a moment before storming off into the home.

Stephen sighed and returned his attention to the wizards on his doorstep, "I'm sorry about that. I'll let you know if I talk to Oliver," he immediately started closing the door.

"Sir!" Harry ducked in. Mr. Smith stopped in place, the door close to hiding his face behind it. "How come she doesn't like Gerald? Have you two ever met him?"

The man sighed again, "Once. It was two years ago or so. Oliver invited us to come overseas and see one of their concerts and spend the weekend with him," the brother scratched his head, obviously unsure if he should continue, "Oliver and Gerald live together, you see."

"Oh," Harry and Ron both said in the same awkward tone.

"No! Not like that, I mean-" Stephen fumbled, "Ugh. They're not together, I only meant that staying with Oliver meant that we were also staying with Gerald."

The wizards nodded in understanding of their mistake.

"Ollie hadn't told us that...well, who Gerald's father was," Stephen searched his company's faces to see if they knew what he meant. Realizing that they did, he continued, "And I understand why, but...well that Sunday evening, Oliver, Mary, and I returned to their house after having spent the day seeing the city's sites. Gerald was drunk...or high...to be honest, I can't tell the difference, but either way, he was pretty messed up," he paused and was scratching his jaw line.

"He said something about his father?" Harry prompted.

Stephen stopped scratching and nodded, "The main room was trashed. Gerald was walking around the mess taking turns between muttering and yelling random nonsense. Things about MACUSA, horcruxes, vampires, and some other random stuff. Ollie called out to him and Gerald spun around at the sound of his name. We-" the wizard cleared his throat, "We saw he had a knife in his hand..his sleeves were cut and dripping blood. He looked right at Ollie and said, 'I'm coming to make you suffer, Grindelwald.'" Stephen cupped his mouth in one palm and shook his head.

Harry stepped forward, "What happened then?" he asked softly.

The brother inhaled deeply and looked at the auror, "He tried to cut his own throat... Ollie barely managed to get his wand out in time to throw the knife from Gerald and stupify him. My brother ended up telling us about Gerald's past with being kept from learning magic and all and how Gellert Grindelwald was his father. Mary...well as you can see, it shaded Mary's view of Gerald ever since."

"Does Gerald have a problem?" Ron spoke for the first time that meeting, gaining Stephen and Harry's gaze, "Like with drugs or alcohol?"

The lead auror gave a slight tilt in affirmation of the question and waited for Stephen to answer.

The man was shaking his head, "Ollie assures me that he doesn't. Apparently, Gerald keeps away from such things because he has a tendency to overdo it...but Ollie says that he's ever gone overboard a few times in the eight years they've known each other."

"I see," Harry hummed, "Well, we thank you for your time."

The auror gave a brief smile and a nod before turning away with Ron and Hermione to leave.

"Mr. Potter!"

The trio turned their heads to the voice.

"Mary's right...Ollie is a good man," Stephen said. "He tells me that Gerald is also and...well...if my brother says so, that's enough for me," the wizard gave a committed nod before disappearing inside his home.

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