More Than Just A New Beginning
Chapter 6
Harry wasn't surprised to see Daniel and Will all geared up to go, Lawrence must have got in touch with them when he couldn't get Harry. "You alright boss?" Dan asked, giving Harry a concerned look, the way he had run out on an operation spoke volumes. Will remained silent but gave an inquisitive look Harry's way, wanting to know himself what had gone down.
"I'm fine, now as we were discussing before, the general layout, since it's a two bedroom property…we can assume that two are sleeping in one bedroom or in the living room." Harry explained, "Has Lawrence given any new information?" as he attached his bullet proof vest to his body, and yanked over the pendant for additional protection.
"Yeah, the woman, our suspect is in the main bedroom," Will said, his finger tapping against the board, indicating which was the master bedroom. "So the guys could be sharing that room, or like you said one in the living room."
"Will, you're taking the master bedroom," Harry stated firmly, much to Will and Daniel's surprise. "You apprehend her as soon as possible, no theatrics, no talking down, you bring her down as quickly as possible is that understood? Even if it means killing her, she does not get away." he absolutely refused to contemplate letting her get out from under them, he wasn't going to allow her to remain free and continue using her sniper rifle to bring down more Were's.
Daniel waited patiently for his own orders, not at all let down or upset over Will getting to arrest their main suspect. He knew why the boss was doing it, giving Will the opportunity to prove himself, they'd all had that opportunity, he had a feeling he wasn't going to be the newbie on the team for much longer.
"Daniel, you enter into the living room, and if the second perp isn't there, you come straight to the bedroom unless give the all clear then you begin searching the rest of the property." Harry added, "They're very dangerous do you understand? Hunters think themselves above the law, they will rather kill us than be taken in, especially with the knowledge we have enough evidence for a search warrant." They'll know they couldn't get out of it, they'd probably go underground, come out with new looks, new ID's and with a damn point to prove something he really wanted to avoid.
Will rolled his eyes, "We know," honestly, he was way over protective, they'd gone through the training and proven themselves. He didn't need to constantly mother them all the time, they knew what Hunters were like, they all did. Even without the necessary training they went through to get on the team.
"Hey, you want to be removed from the raid tonight?" Harry retorted his voice raising a little in sight of the petulance. Annoyance thrumming through him, staring Will down, ignoring the embarrassment exuding from the wizard.
"No, Sir," Will murmured unable to meet his eye, cheeks flamed red in mortification.
"Then what? You think this is something simple? That they won't fight back?" Harry asked, his voice deceptively simple.
Will swallowed thickly, "No, Sir, I know they'll fight back," he managed to get out without a tremor. Had something instinctive as rolling his eyes caused him his job? Harry's respect? His heart was pounding erratically in his chest at the mere thought. Hell, he knew if he lost his job here, he knew he wouldn't get anywhere else within MACUSA, Harry was too well respected, and he'd not get it out of understanding that if he had screwed up with Harry who was rather fair well…they wouldn't want him on their team. He could just see it, and he feared the worst.
"Damn right they will," Harry retorted immediately, tone curt and just a smidge angry. "You've seen what the hunters are capable of! There's a reason we went into hiding! They get the better of magical creatures! Faster and deadlier creatures than we could ever hope to be! That alone should tell you they are a threat you shouldn't be rolling your eyes at. No matter how many people you have as back up, a shot to the head and you'd be dead! I would have to inform your parents about what happened!" slamming his hand down on the table, "I do not want to have to do that because you thought it was an easy job!" his nightmares were enough thank you very much, without them becoming a reality.
Daniel putted around the room, getting the last of his gear together ready for when they were leaving. It wasn't much, just double checking he had everything and sliding his ID card into his inside jacket pocket. Will was hardly the only one to ever be reprimanded by the boss, heck he'd been through it himself and knew how it was.
"I'm sorry boss, you're right," Will said, shoulders hunched, wincing at the jab about his parents, knowing it was probably hurting Harry more than him right this minute. Harry loathed having to tell parents they'd lost their child, it was the worst part of the job. He'd just forgotten himself for a moment.
Harry deflated, "I'm not being like this because I want to, I'm doing it because I must." He told Will sincerely, "It's my job to make sure you're aware of the dangers your facing. Of making sure you come out intact, I do not want to lose anyone on this team." Harry didn't think he'd survive that.
"I understand, Sir," Will said, meeting Harry's gaze for the first time since this begun, it felt like ages but he knew it was mere minutes. "I apologise, I got ahead of myself." Giving a firm nod, relaxing a little knowing he wasn't about to lose his job or be kicked off the team. At least he assumed not.
"Good, now line drawn under it, finish getting ready," Harry told him, breathing out, shaking his head when Will headed off to gather the rest of his items. He did not tolerate cockiness, it led to bad things happening, and he refused to allow any such cockiness to jeopardise anyone on his team. If it meant reminding Will of his own mortality and what it would do to his family then so be it. Will had accepted his criticism with grace and that won him a lot of points. That and he hadn't argued the points Harry was trying to get across.
Harry just finished his own adjustments when the phone went yet again, pressing it up to his ear, "Yes?"
"Boss? I… was going to leave a message, I didn't think you'd still be in," came the voice through the receiver clearly caught off guard.
"You have something for me?" Harry asked, sliding his gun into place, putting the call on speaker, so that the others could hear her.
"We're in Louisiana I thought I'd check out the suspects old place…I did an x-ray of the back garden…there's at least a dozen bodies," she explained in a rush, "I have all the case files I thought I'd just check this one last thing before returning."
"I see," Harry said, "I'll send a team first thing in the morning, presumably the other place will be the same." A grimace crossing his features, more bodies, just what he needed, damn hunters liked to make their lives as complicated as possible. That was another dozen people he could have her charged with murder for.
"Yes, Sir," Judi murmured over the phone, stifling a yawn.
"I would like you to head the team down there," Harry informed her, she deserved it, she'd gone a step farther than asked and found something else. "So head to a hotel for the night, get some rest, I'll send the others to you,"
"Yes, Sir!" Judi agreed, excitement thrumming through her, a chance to lead her own team, it was an opportunity she hadn't received yet. "What about the files?"
"I'll send Zane to get them first thing," Harry told her, "So ensure I have your location by then," Samara wouldn't be in for hours yet, so there was just no point to collecting them or her bringing them.
"I will do," Judi agreed.
"Inform the team in New Mexico to do a sweep of her old property as well," Harry ordered her, he didn't have the time to call others he needed to get to Calavera before something else happened.
"I will do, goodnight, Sir!" Judi said before the line disconnected.
"Well, maybe she wasn't able to find a property with a garden big enough here to dump bodies in?" Daniel mused, and she certainly didn't, not here.
"It's possible, either that or she's changing her MO," Harry sighed, putting the phone back on the receiver. "Well, nothing to be done about that for now. We ready to go?" it wasn't unusual for hunters to change their MO to be frank.
"Yes, Sir," both Daniel and Will stated together, tone serious.
"Good, we're meeting Lawrence in the street, from there we get in and apprehend them. Lawrence has a few guys with him. We get them in the car and they're Portkey'd to the cells, after that we head home and get a few hours sleep before they're interrogated." They had to make it look good in order to stop anyone suspecting or thinking the suspects had gone 'missing' in prison where they actually were is what they wanted everyone to think.
"Apparation spot is here," Harry gestured towards the red dot where Lawrence was situated, not too close to the building to cause concern to the hunters if they happened to look out to see a strange vehicle parked outside their property. Not that they would see it, not unless they could see through magical enchantments. No, that took some seriously powerful concentration and magic to see through enchantments.
Will and Daniel memorised the pictures of the house and area they were Apparating to. It would help them Apparate a little more accurately, but they could Apparate blindly into an area without trouble. Plus, there was always coordinates which they'd been taught during training. It was only a few seconds, but it was long enough to imprint in their minds.
"Let's go," Harry called out, and with that the three were off, jogging towards the nearest exit, taking the stairs instead of the elevator. They could get down three flights before the elevator would reach them, someone was using it to go to the basement at the moment by the looks of it. Probably the clerks getting the documentations down to the basement having been signed and sealed.
The moment they stepped out of the door, for once, they didn't head for their cars, they apparated in the dead of the night to their sought out location.
"Someone should take a leaf out of Star Trek and create stun guns for us," Will said, as they walked towards Lawrence who exited the car the second he saw them, making it visible.
"Stun guns? They've already been created, albeit they're rubber bullets," Harry pointed out.
Will and Lawrence – who was close enough to hear – laughed, "No I mean literal stun guns,"
"Eh, you should speak to Jillian then," Harry said, shrugging his shoulders, assuming correctly it was more than likely some science fiction thing on the TV. He had a TV but he had rarely used the thing, and when he did it was mostly as background noise when he was reading through his case files or working some more. Jillian worked beside the Unspeakables, creating all sorts of magical amulets and gadgets to make life safer for the Aurors and those working the crimes departments.
Amber Rose and Mason Meyers stepped out of the vehicle, Harry observed both of them, confident, calm, all dressed in black with the usual gear on. Mason, black hair, he had a buzz cut, that was new he'd had longer hair when he'd worked as a newbie. Amber's hair was now dark brown instead of blonde, her hair was longer tied up in a bun. She used to always wear it down until a suspect had yanked stands of it out trying to overpower her.
Harry gave them both a nod, they all focused on him, he was the boss and he was in charge of his operation. "Lawrence you go with Will, but Will takes charge, he's heading for the main bedroom, Amber you go with Dan, he has the living room where one of the perps might be staying, myself and Mason will take the second bedroom…they're hunters, we go in and get them subdued very quickly, understood?"
"Yes, Sir,"
"Yes, Boss,"
"Good, then lets get this over with," Harry stated, with that, he begun stalking towards the house, everyone following at a brisk pace. One spell, had the door blasting open and the calls of 'FBI remain where you are!' or variations of it as they all immediately sought out their destinations, calling out clear when they searched a room that didn't have anyone in it.
"Down on the floor! Down on the floor now!" Mason ordered curtly, the sound of gunfire temporarily distracting Harry, and before anyone could do anything other than call out in alarm Harry's suspect had a gun in hand and shooting as well. "BOSS is down! The boss is down!" Mason called out, shooting the suspect in the shoulder, and the gun was dropped, he didn't even think to use magic at the moment reacting as he'd been taught. "Perp apprehended and subdued."
"Perp secured," came Danny's voice.
"Third secured," Will said, "Hold on to him," shoving her at Lawrence, panicked beyond belief, praying that Harry hadn't been hit somewhere vital like the head. Running towards the bedroom, Danny had the same idea and they almost bumped into each other. They almost bowled over in relief, when they saw Harry was still alive.
The relief was short lived seeing the amount of blood pooling around his body.
"Harry?" Daniel called out, easing himself next to him, "Hey? I'm going to get you to the healers, hold on. Will get the perps into the cars, they'll drive the cars back," Gesturing towards Mason and Amber, "Lawrence secure the property," he had been a member of the team longest discounting Harry who was down, so he took charge yanking out his portkey, he wrapped it around both their necks, it easily expanded to fit them, as he hoisted Harry into his arms. "Fucker missed the damn vest," he hissed, a gut wound. Pressing down on it, trying to stem the flow of blood for now.
"We'll get it done, go!" Will said, urging him to leave quicker, "I'll see you in a bit." And directly after that, Harry and Daniel left, blood soaking both of them, their white shirts soaked with blood. Will swallowed thickly, damn, that had gone to hell so quickly. "Right, you heard him, lets get to it," he added, as with that, they all left to do their duties, ignoring the curious looks from neighbours peering out of their windows, nosy.
Will's last act in the property was to banish the blood, no wizard wanted their blood left lying. Wouldn't tolerate it, none of them would and it would have been a great disservice to leave it.
Shuddering, Will walked out of the property and entered one of the SUV's leaving Lawrence to lock up and before long they were off, only driving towards an abandoned property before forcing the huntress – who he had silenced – unable to stand her vitriol to be Portkey'd to MACUSA once done he apparated himself. He knew the others would shrink down the vehicle before Apparating to MACUSA to write up their report and head home.
Will didn't, he headed straight for the Healers ward, barely stopping to draw breath.
"…I'm not taking it just get it done, I want to head home," came Harry's voice.
He laughed a little as he approached, skidding a little before stepping in, he was definitely fine if he was arguing with the healer.
Danny was just leaning against the wall with an amused smirk playing across his face, as if his suit wasn't completely covered in blood. "Jace, you won't win this argument, and the blood replenisher is only going to last so long." Helping Jace realise it was a lost cause.
Jace Byrd pursed his lips, shaking his head, his red hair messier than normal, as he ran his hand through it yet again. "Alright, this will hurt," giving in, placing the pain relieve draught back onto the beside table, stubborn bloody wizard, Harry tensed, as Jace pressed his wand against the wound, Harry grunted tense as a coil spring as the bullet emerged, even with the numbing charm it hurt like a fucking bitch. "Bloody bastard," he hissed through gritted teeth, "I could string him up," talking about the one who shot him of course.
"You really should stay here," Jace said, "I'd like to keep you in for observation," to ensure it didn't become infected and he had enough blood replenishers.
"I have the potions I need at home," Harry informed him shaking his head, he didn't want to remain here, he quite frankly had had enough of hospital wings during his childhood. He'd never voluntarily stay there, he'd rather sleep in his own bed too.
Jace glanced at Danny and Will, as if expecting them to speak up, sighing in resigned exasperation, "Take this, it will help heal the hit organs," Jace informed Harry, handing over the murky brown vial, Harry grimaced and screwed up his face at the sight of it. "You'll need to rest for a few days, it isn't quick working and the pain will come and go…it can be debilitating. Are you sure I can't get you to take at least a level five pain reliver…"
"I'll take one when I get home," Harry reassured the healer, he wasn't being difficult for difficulties own sake, he just wanted to go home.
"Very well, a level six at least," Jace warned, "I want to see you back here tomorrow for a check-up, if you don't appear I'll send someone to get you at your home by early evening." It was both a warning and a reassurance, Harry was injured and was leaving against his Healer's wishes, and as an adult he could do that if he left under his own power. So, yes, he would be watched carefully in the coming days.
Harry grimaced but nodded, the second he made to move, pain shot from his abdomen throughout his entire body. Freezing, panting a little, damn, Jace hadn't been exaggerating, swallowing thickly, Harry gritted his teeth as he slowly and very, very carefully sliding off the hospital bed at a snail's pace.
"I'll Apparate you home," unlike Will, Daniel knew where Harry lived, the others had actually been in Harry's home a few times.
"No, you guys head home," Harry ordered, "I'll be fine, I've got a Portkey I can use," while you couldn't Apparate out the building, there were portkey's you could use within the building to get to destinations as long as it had been created by those who know the wards.
Will and Daniel wanted to argue, but they knew better.
Instead they waited until their boss had stood straight and summoned the portkey and held his hand out waiting for his bag. Dan and Will sidestepped to avoid being smacked in the back by the flying object. He kept it clasped loosely in his left hand, not even trying to wrap it around his back. Re-sheathing his wand, he dug into his bag for the portkey and murmured "Home," imbuing his magic into it, Wandlessly.
With that Harry Potter left MACUSA for home.
Harry groaned in prevalent agony, "Accio" he murmured, calling upon the potion he needed. Relief swamped him as it flew into his hand, he wasted no time at all before opening the vial and consuming the contents hastily. He didn't take the stronger level as he should, if he did he'd end up passing out here not in pain but the draught left you extremely lethargic. It had been three hours since he'd left to deal with this latest threat. It had not gone at all according to plan. On the plus side, they were all alive, and only he'd ended up injured, and they'd arrested the three they'd been hoping to. Hopefully he'd be able to go in tomorrow and question them, if not he'd send in Zane and watch the proceedings.
The vigilante hunters were now in the cells at MACUSA no doubt, the asshole – who incidentally hadn't been pictured or seen – had been on his knees, and shot in an upward trajectory, missing the bullet proof vest by inches, and if it hadn't been for his magic and the amulets they wore, he would have died. So, it was something else they had them on, resisting arrest and attempted murder of a federal agent they would never see the outside of a prison cell again. Not that they'd stood a chance, not with the new evidence they had regardless. Although that only proved the woman was at it, but Harry believed they travelled together.
He probably should have stayed, but he'd had enough of hospitals to last him a lifetime. Banishing the empty vial, sighing softly, he slung his bag next to the door, which held his keys, credentials, case files, gun and everything except for his wand which was rarely removed from his person. Harry then slowly beginning to move towards his bedroom, able to do so in the dark easily enough, he'd lived there long enough to know his own place even in the pitch dark.
It didn't remain that way for long, as Harry turned his bedroom light on, low setting of course. He blinked in surprise, he hadn't even thought to check the wards at all. He'd just assumed Derek would bolt as soon as he could. He certainly went out of his way to avoid him, and made it clear that he didn't want Harry in his life. Apparently, he didn't know the place well enough, he'd ended up in the spare room, not his own bedroom.
As much as he'd love to just stand there, aching as he was, and watch Derek while he could. It was probably improper, and no doubt Derek would consider it creepy. No, he was in too much pain, he needed to shower and change.
Turning around to leave, wincing again, the gut wound would hurt for at least a week, it had done some damage to his internal organs. Magic worked wonders, but it wasn't instantaneous unless you discount phoenix tears, but those sorts of potions were rare, and reserved for the worst of injuries. He was contemplating the idea of getting one regardless of price, it wasn't as if it would put anywhere near a single dent in his fortune.
Shuffling through to his own room, putting on yet another light, he kicked off his shoes, and toed off his socks. Pressing his hand against his abdomen, he felt as though his damn innards were falling out. It was his own fault, he shouldn't have gotten distracted, but he'd been momentarily terrified one of his own had been bloody killed. None of them should have had the chance to raise a gun let alone shoot, it's the way he'd wanted it.
Letting out a puff of air, he somehow managed to remove his blood soaked shirt, it was less easy getting his trousers off, in the end he decided to banish them. He had a dozen other pairs just like it, it wasn't as if they were his favourite pair. His underwear were easily shimmered down his frame, with that Harry went step by step towards the bathroom which was across the other side of his bedroom. It had never seemed so far away before, but Harry doggedly trudged on, each move he made, the pain relief draught kicked in, allowing him to actually move without bending over in utter agony. With the kind of pain he was in, he knew the potion would last maybe an hour or two before he'd be back to square one.
Harry merely let the water cascade down him when he finally got in, allowing the water to wash away the blood that was still clinging to him. His right hand pressed against the shower wall, keeping him propped up should he feel dizzy. It felt extremely odd having company he didn't know, even unconscious company Harry mused, as he eventually forced himself to get out of the shower.
It took him ten minutes longer to get himself dressed, a simple blue vest and a pair of shorts. When he finished and opened his bedroom door, he found Derek leaning against the wall, his eyes supernatural blue. Surprise caused him to pause for a moment, unsure of why Derek was still here.
Derek's eyes roaming over Harry, cocking his head to the side, sensing the injuries but unable to see them.
"Did they hurt you?" he rasped out, clearly not recovered fully himself yet.
"I was injured doing my job," Harry told him, "It just happens that the one who shot you happened to be my prime suspect in two murders that had hit New York recently. You were lucky to survive, the others did not." Given what he knew about Werecoyote's he suspected his mother already knew, she will have regained her powers. He just couldn't find any of them to tell them, or give his body to them so they could perform the rites or a funeral. If nobody could be located the body would be cremated and held in hopes someone would be found eventually.
"What are you?" Derek asked, standing straighter, Harry's ID card held loosely in his hand, watching Harry move, paying particular close attention to item strapped to Harry's wrist. It wasn't something he saw every day, it was odd to say the least.
"Now you're interested?" Harry asked with deceptive mildness, inhaling sharply, damn, it even hurt to talk, or might be because he'd breathed properly. Damn it, he was slightly surprised that Derek was still here, quite frankly he'd expected him to bolt without a single word. He didn't want to get his hopes up, was too sore to think too much on Derek's potential motives.
"You're not just an ordinary FBI agent," Derek said, watching his mate walk his chemo-signals giving of waves of severe pain yet there wasn't a single sign of blood, tears or any other significant wounds to explain them. Watching him walk towards the sofa and begin to lower himself onto it.
Harry's lips quirked, "Ordinary? That what you can anyone human?" slotting it away, probably much better than Mundane, No-Maj or Muggle to be perfectly honest. "Then no, I'm not an ordinary FBI agent," he informed Derek, and despite the pain he was in, he watched Derek closely, which helped take his mind off his wound. Sighing in relief once he was finally sitting comfortably, or as comfortable as he would get tonight.
"Are you a Druid?" Derek then asked, the magical congress gave that away, he hadn't been aware that the Druidic council went by any other name. Unfortunately, he hadn't learned everything before…the fire. He'd been more interested in basketball, school and…girlfriends.
Harry had to stop himself laughing, not only would it probably kill him, he had a feeling Derek would feel insulted. Even though Derek had just insulted him, to quite a severe degree actually. "No, Derek, I'm not, I'm a wizard, and far more advanced than any Druid could hope to achieve even if they lived over a hundred years. Druids are at the very bottom of the barrel where magic is concerned." Grimacing, he pressed his hand over his stomach, man, days of this, it was going to majorly suck. "I'm aware that werewolves need sustenance especially after expanding energy after being hurt…would you like something to eat?"
"I'm not staying," Derek immediately retorted hot and angry.
Harry wished he could say he wasn't surprised. "Then go, I'm not stopping you," he told Derek gently, suddenly bone achingly tired. "The hunters that targeted you won't get free in order to make a second attempt." Giving a tired sardonic smirk, "You're safe." Twice he'd protected Derek, saved him – potentially twice – in the short time they'd known each other.
An uncomfortable feeling settled into Derek seeing that smirk despite the feeling of 'safe' 'mate' and eagerness that flowed through him. Now that just made him think of his Uncle Peter, it was a smirk straight from his book. Which was closely followed by terrible guilt, he didn't even know how he was, he couldn't even call the hospital to find out without going against his Alpha.
Harry leaned back against his sofa, closing his eyes, getting himself comfortable. He'd just sleep out here, he didn't fancy having to hoist himself out and go back to his bed. The sofa was more than comfortable enough for him to stretch out and sleep anyway, it certainly wouldn't be the first time he'd done so.
"Is that…" Derek murmured, staring across the room his cheeks warming in embarrassment, as he remembered that night vividly.
Harry popped open his eyes, not having to follow Derek's gaze, "Yes," he'd had the deer skin treated and placed into a frame and hung it on his wall. It was special to him, even if Derek didn't want anything to do with him, it was still from his mate. He didn't want to put it on his bed or on the floor, deer were notorious for shedding, so a frame it was. He also had the first two frozen cuts under a preservation charm, the others bits had been frozen, and he was still eating it even to this day. It was a prized possession, much like his wands, his cloak and more importantly his photo album.
Derek shifted uncomfortably, he could smell that it was touched frequently, and it made his wolf purr in deep satisfaction and happiness. Their mate understood their ways, understood and cherished what had been given to him as the first courting gift. "Why?" why hadn't he thrown it away? It had never been a true courting, merely a moment of weakness, when he wasn't in full control of himself.
Harry ached a brow, "Didn't you keep your first kill?"
"I did, it's gone now," Derek agreed, eyes flashing in barely suppressed pain, he hadn't just lost his family that night he'd lost everything, every single thing he owed. He and Laura had fled with nothing but the clothes on their backs. It had been difficult for a while, until Laura managed to get the insurance money after the investigation was concluded.
Sighing softly, of course, the fire, that had been thoughtless, "I see," was all Harry said in reply, what could he say without coming across condescending as hell? He had a feeling bringing up the fire would be the surest way to get Derek running for the hills. To be fair he was surprised the guy was still there.
Derek scoffed, "I somehow doubt it," his mood still dark and broody, he didn't want to be that way, but life had happened and he was no longer the boy he used to be.
"The people in the pictures we found in the previous cases…were thoroughly investigated, we assumed quite accurately that they were past victims. A few of them were still alive, we found them, thankfully, I know." Harry confessed, curious to see what his reaction would be. "Background checks were ran." None of what Harry said was a lie, background checks were ran on Laura and Derek Hale. The others were investigated to find out their names.
Derek blanched, turning paler than should be possible, "I should…I should…er…go," Derek blurted out, giving one last glance at Harry and the framed deer before he was gone, the door slamming shut as he left.
"Yup," Harry murmured, exactly how he thought it would go, flicking his wand out he ensured his home was secured before slotting it back into place and closing his eyes, despite the pain it was surprisingly easy to fall asleep.
Thankfully he slept without nightmares.
How long will Derek be able to stay away from his injured mate? will it be Derek that reaches out next time or will Harry and Derek continue this ring around for another while? This wasn't how I wanted this chapter to go if i'm honest but damn Derek is difficult even only two years after the fire to get to open up...I'm hoping to have Derek starting to within the next few chapters to move the story along :) Will Cora be alive in this story? Will Peter leave to get his revenge with Harry and Derek going after him OR will he listen to Harry and allow the magical world to do its thing? R&R please!
