Author Note:- Another update, amazed I managed to get it done so quick, been busy with work and sickness and Christmas, heh not sure which was more tiring. I'm amazed I've almost reached 12,500 hits, I suspect most are mine tho. Heh, I've tried to reply to all of my reviews, though I appear to have lost seven from chapter 5, that's what I get for posting during patchy server time. If you'd like a reply please review again or email me, else thank you for taking the time to review.
This chapter is a little longer than the others, and I suspect it's a little duller than the previous as its mostly just required information for later chapters, hopefully you'll enjoy or at least tolerate until the next chapter is ready. Thanks again! Beta credits go to my Sweet and special thanks to all the watch ideas I've received, you'll find out which I pick soon enough and still a place or two available so keep the ideas coming.
"Potter, Granger, my office, now!" Shacklebolt's calm voice echoed over the main floor of the Auror Headquarters as Harry and Hermione entered. Harry chuckled softly and Hermione winced, she wasn't sure if she was in trouble yet. She never got called to the office by just her surname. Well, excluding all the times she got called in with Harry and whoever else was involved on his latest unorthodox bust.
Harry just smiled as they walked between the desks, greeting everyone as they passed. Harry paused a few times to talk to some Aurors, particularly the ones with new recruits, offering a few words of reassurance and tips. Hermione paused with him each time, a little edgy and short with her responses, she didn't mean to be unkind she just didn't want to make Kingsley wait.
"Come on Harry," Hermione urged, giving Harry's arm a pull as he lingered around McMann's desk, chatting amiable with his apprentice, "I'm sorry but Shacklebolt wants us immediately."
"Okay," Harry smiled and followed her, just nodding to the others and they climbed the stairs and slipped into the anti-chamber, the receptionist just gave them a nod and motioned to the door.
Hermione entered the room and walked to the desk and saluted, standing at attention while Harry followed in and nodded. Spotting Hermione's official stance he tried to hold back a smirk and followed suit.
"At Ease, take a seat Aurors." Kingsley noted, they sat down and waited as he read a report before him, "Potter, your story should be the most amusing, your report?"
"Sir, Mione rushed me through the office so I haven't had time to properly collect my thoughts but this is what I remember," Harry slipped into an expressionless mask and continued in a calm voice, "Auror Granger and I were returning from the Weasley establishment with the acquired kit."
"As we were entering the Leaky Cauldron planning to head back to the office we interrupted an attempted robbery of the establishment. One of the jittery robbers fired off a stunned which caught me unaware and I was knocked down. It was only strong enough to daze me thanks to the dragon hide. Auror Granger covered me with protective shields and expertly protected the crowd by means of nulling charms. She quickly stunned the robbers while I recovered and contacted the MLE for support."
"That's my report Sir," Harry replied straight faced.
"Very good report, sounds like excellent work from Granger, So what really happened Granger?" Kingsley inquired, turning his attention to her.
"Sir, as we were approaching the Cauldron entrance Harry seemed a little distracted and requested we stop for a drink. I allowed myself to be persuaded and we were sitting when Harry prepared himself for something. Realising something was about to happen I drew my wand as four men entered the premises."
"They proceeded to threaten Tom and ask for the gold. I announced my presence, showed them my badge and told them they were under arrest." Hermione continued, Harry keeping his face stoic as Kingsley looked between the pair of them.
"They didn't respond well and three opened fire upon me and the patrons, I defended them and myself with nulling charms and shield charms. While this was occurring Harry disillusioned himself, called for backup and disabled the leader and arrested him while I took down the three lackeys."
"I took their wands and bound them as the Magical Law Squad arrived," Hermione finished with a deep breath, she then awaited the rebuke.
"Very well, Auror Granger you will receive an award for service above the call of duty for involving yourself in an incident out of your jurisdiction and defending all the innocents involved." Kingsley started, "Auror Potter, you'll receive another three disciplinary mark for abandoning your partner in a hostile situation, for persuading another Auror into disregard of duty and lying in your report."
"But Sir!" Hermione started, rising to her feet.
"No buts Auror Granger," Kingsley stated, "Potter, this brings you to just above seven times the maximum disciplinary marks for any Auror I believe? I'll submit another request for your dismissal to Minister Weasley."
"I'll let the betting pool know Sir," Harry replied
"Of course, on the record I want you to continue looking into this unauthorized betting pool in the office, off the record let Weasley know that I'm running a locker search for any evidence of the pool Friday afternoon." Shacklebolt signed the papers before him, "I'll expect the report from you Granger this evening, Harry I'll add it to the pile."
"Sir," they both replied, standing and saluting.
"Dismissed Aurors, sort out the last of what you need to do before going home and resting for your briefing tomorrow." Shacklebolt gestured towards the door and they both left. Harry kept up his emotionless exterior until they arrived in his office when he burst out laughing.
"Harry! I didn't know you've had six requests for dismissal already." Hermione scolded, "Would it hurt you to follow the rules for once?!"
"Possibly, why risk it?" he grinned between chuckles, "Wouldn't have gotten any marks if you had agreed with my story of course."
"I'm sorry," she winced, knowing it was his own fault, but now feeling responsible, "Why didn't you tell the truth anyways."
"Because I never do, if you hadn't been there I would have told Kingsley that I walked in on the Magical Law Enforcement team arresting the would-be-robbers." Harry explained, "If I wanted medals and awards I would have filled up Grimmauld Place by now, including the extra floors we put in for guests."
"I've got a system set up with Kingsley and to a degree Arthur. Neither of them wants to, nor will they fire me. I can do anything short of an unauthorized unforgivable and get away with it as long as I don't try to abuse that ability. The system I set with Kingsley is that I'll try and get just enough disciplinary points to null out any awards I might get. Of course thought the awards are nullified, the points aren't. This is how I've racked up enough points to be dismissed seven times over now. I get a barbeque set if I get up to ten times."
"Still, you should at least try to follow the rules, they are there for a reason Harry," Hermione examined him critically, "If you did follow procedure more often perhaps you'd get more arrests, I know you have permission to kill if required, but maybe if you started engaging the enemies with superior numbers you wouldn't need to kill."
"And we drag them in, throw them in prison for a few weeks, they'd be bailed out and wound or kill a junior Auror or a couple of MLE officers next month." He asked, raising a brow at her.
"Not everyone who dies is evil, perhaps with the right help they could be returned to society as normal law abiding people." She countered.
"True, but I'm not willing to risk the lives of everyone out there on the off chance that the one I crushed with the BMW would end up back to normal after ten years in Azkaban."
"But what if he discovers a cure for lycanthropy?" she queries.
"Mione, I don't go out every day thinking 'How can I kill a few people today' you know" Harry smiled gently.
"I didn't mean to imply that."
"I know, I look at the situation like this, if there is five of them and one of me, its better I get a little injured I kill three of them and bring in two than it would be if I called for backup. Say I do call in reinforcements, we tackle them ten against five. Chances are that we'll arrest four, maybe five, but at least two Aurors will be injured or perhaps killed. Those numbers are unacceptable to me."
"With five Aurors on defence and five on offence then no-one should be injured." Hermione stated.
"Unless they throw something unblockable, or they knock or throw something heavy at us, or they are simply more powerful than the one holding the shield." Harry replied, "I'm not trying to be argumentative Mione, I call in backup when I need it and I bring in as many as I can."
"I know you do Harry, just wish we could reform all of them. It's a pity so many brilliant witches and wizards are tempted by the dark side."
"Agreed, with luck Yaxley will lead us to Bellatrix and Rodolphus. Removing the leader is an important battle, but it doesn't always win the war. Voldemort showed us that. But hopefully if we can take down the ring leaders eventually people will stop joining up. The Lestranges have flaunted their freedom and lack of proper punishment as evidence that you can escape the Ministry."
"They may have escaped the Dementor's Kiss, they may have escaped Azkaban, Dumbledore, the Order of the Phoenix, Fudge, the Ministry. But I swear on the grave of my godfather they will not escape me." Harry stated, his eyes burning with a burning anger.
Hermione moved her hand to her wand to try and help should his anger start raging out of control. But there was something strange in his eyes this time. It was a cold burning flame of anger this time. It was akin to Dumbledore in his powerful rages. It passed almost as quickly as it appeared, leaving Harry breathing deeply.
"Sorry Mione, lost myself for a moment, heh, least I didn't start a fire this time. With all this paper we'd have been burnt to a crisp instantly." Harry smiled apologetically.
"Do you need to go get your paperwork done?" Harry asked, "For earlier?"
"Yes, yes" she smiled and shook her head, coming from her musings, "I'll see you tomorrow Harry, bright and early."
Hermione walked out of the room, leaving Harry with his mountains of paperwork and his quill. Wondering about what happened and also how long it would be before he was throwing paper balls through the quidditch hoops he had hidden in the bottom right drawer. Turning a corner she walked straight into Ron and bounced off, falling to the floor.
"That's it, I'm submitting a request for mirrors to be placed on blind corners." He muttered as he helped her to her feet.
"Good idea," Hermione groaned, rubbing her ass.
"Rumour round the office is that you had a bit of fun on the way back from the twin's shop." Ron commented, turning to follow Hermione as she continued to her office.
"I'm not Harry, I don't find fighting one on three as fun or required," Hermione muttered, "Wrong place, right time, thanks to Harry."
"Oh?" Ron queried.
"He got that faraway look when we headed for the Cauldron, practically begged me to wait a few minutes, then he slipped into his combat trance." They entered Hermione's office and she dropped into her seat.
"Really?" Ron asked, "He's been doing that a lot more recently."
"He also got really mad earlier," Hermione started and paused, Ron gave her a questioning look, "But nothing broke," she continued "He was fuming as bad as I've ever seen, but he didn't start shooting off magic, it was like a controlled rage. Haven't seen anything like it from him except once, he seemed even more powerful that usual and so contained it was scary, even for me."
"Once? … You mean Voldemort?" Ron asked, his voice dropping, Hermione caught his eye and nodded, "What happened?"
"He was talking about Bellatrix again, I'm worried Ron, you know we're going after her. I'm worried Harry is going to go for her if he sees her. Worried he'll compromise our cover and get us or himself killed to take her down." Hermione sighed.
"That's why Kingsley is sending you with him, if anyone stands a chance of calming him down, it's you Hermione." Ron shrugged, "I know it, Ginny knows it, Mum and Dad know it, Kingsley knows it, everyone knows it."
"A chance? What? Five percent?" she rolled her eyes.
"Probably, but that's more than anyone else has. Something Ginny has always been jealous of by the way." Ron chuckled.
"I'm sure she can do it just fine, they've been engaged for ages, she must have picked up a few tricks." Hermione commented.
"Nope, he knows exactly how to handle her, but she's never been able to bring him out of his rages. Only two people have in the past few years, you and him." Ron shrugged again, then raised his eyebrows with a grin. "Course not that they spend much time together for her to learn from what I hear."
"Merlin sake Ron. I still swear spending all those hours locked on Lavender's lips sixth year loosened them as bad as hers. You're a bloody awful gossip." Hermione stated, "What do you mean anyways?"
"Hey, I consider myself a bloody brilliant gossip thank you," He grinned, "Constantly overhearing Mum and Ginny complain to Dad that Harry's never home and shouldn't be forced to work such long hours. Dad says it's not his fault, Harry works his hours by choice as we all know. I don't recon he'd go home if he didn't have to sleep on occasion."
"That's Harry alright, he'll never stop until every dark wizard is removed as a threat." Hermione sighed, "Taken it as a personal quest, and no-one wants to stop him."
"Well, if he does get Bellatrix and Rodolphus maybe he'll take that break he was talking about. Merlin knows he needs it. In any case Hermy, look after Harry, but look after yourself as well, want you both coming back."
"Yes, I know," she sighed, "don't call me Hermy, you know I hate that."
"Sorry, well, I've got some work to do before evening patrols." Ron gave her a nod and headed to the door, pausing for a moment, "You know that you're in place for an apprentice when you get back from the mission?"
"Really?" Hermione looked up suddenly, "Didn't realise I was so high on the list."
"You were ninth a while back, but we've had three new recruits, two injuries and two retirements. That means you're second now. You'll be delayed but we're getting two more recruits coming in soon, if the mission is over quick you'll get one, or you'll be first in line when you get back."
"If Shacklebolt keeps you with Harry after the mission then the lucky recruit could be apprentice under the smartest witch of our age and the chosen one. Lucky bugger, talk about learning from the best." Ron ducked under the cup that was thrown at his head, but he didn't dodge when Hermione summoned it back, smashing against the back of his head.
Ron chuckled and rubbed the back of his head as she summoned the bits and repaired the cup. With a lazy salute he left the office and she started on her paperwork. It was a while later when Harry looked up from his quill at a coughing noise. Looking to the doorway he saw Ron geared up for patrol.
"You're dressed up early? Your not on patrol till seven, Mione tell you about my little tantrum earlier?" Harry inquired merrily.
"She did, but that's not the reason for the uniform, I'm leaving for patrol in ten minutes, it's almost seven, thought you were leaving at five tonight?" Ron asked critically.
"Merlin! It's seven already?" Harry dropped his quill and jumped up, grabbing his travelling cloak, "Lost track of time, Ginny's gonna hurt me."
"Heh," Ron chuckled as Harry raced around the office grabbing his things, "Probably, just wanted to wish you luck mate, look after yourself and Hermione. I know it's hard, but try not to do anything too heroic or stupid?"
"I'll do my best" Harry replied.
"That's what I mean, don't do your best, do the mission, keep yourself quiet and safe and come back with the information I need to launch the biggest raid in Auror History on Lestrange and her cronies." Ron crossed his arms and blocked the doorway as Harry tried to leave, "We'll save Bellatrix for you, but we want all of them, not just her."
"Alright Ron, I'll see you soon mate, say hi to Luna for me!" he commented as Ron stepped aside.
"Will do," Ron replied then called out, "Oh, and now you can tell Ginny I delayed you!"
"Already planning to!" Harry yelled back, heading for the fireplace. He dodged between people walking around and through to the entrance area. Quickly flicking his wand over the time to clock out he grabbed a hand of floo powder and disappeared in a burst of green flames.
He landed in Grimmauld place silently and smoothly, looking around the room and readying his reflexes to dodge an attack which never came. He paused, finding the room empty and drawing his wand. He slipped into the corridor wand first, moving silently, peeking into the dining room and ballroom. Finding no-one he heads upstairs slowly, carefully avoiding the creaking stairs and listening sharply.
He searches all the bedrooms, becoming more worried as no-one is found. He darts downstairs and into the kitchen to find it empty still.
"Ginny?" he calls loudly, "Ginny?!" he checks the whole house, from the attic and roof to the garden to the boiler room.
"Kreacher!" he calls and with a small crack the little house elf appears. He scowls at Harry but says nothing as he bows slightly. His time spent with the house elves at Hogwarts helping against his muttering but he still felt malice towards Harry. Removing Mrs Black's portrait had causes years of problems but in the past year he was dealing with it much better.
"Yes Master?" he asks
"Where is Ginny?" Harry demanded shortly, then remembering Hermione's constant lectures, "Sorry Kreacher, could you please tell me where Ginny is?"
"Kreacher knows not, Kreacher has been shopping for Mistress Weasley." Kreacher bit his tongue, trying not to mutter.
"Very well Kreacher, finish whatever you were doing then have a break or something." Kreacher vanishes with a crack and Harry heads for the fireplace again. Entering the lounge he grabs a hand of powder and steps into the fire, pausing before speaking and stepping back into the room. His eyes locked on his favourite chair as his hands drop the powder back to the pot. He walks over and picks up a sheet of folded paper on the chair, his name written on the front in Ginny's handwriting.
Opening the letter he reads a quickly sketched note.
"Harry,
Sorry I'm not home when you get in, I know we were planning to spend the evening together but I was called into St Mungo's on an emergency call at four.
Sent Kreacher shopping should be back at about eight to make dinner if you need it. Not sure when I'll be back.
Sorry!
Ginny."
Harry drops into the chair and breathes a sign of relief that she's okay. Then another when he realises that she won't know about his being late. He slips off to shower and change, dropping his cloak on the hook by the fireplace. As he stands under the hot water he ponders his actions carefully from getting home. Curious about his feelings of worry.
It was like overhearing the teachers speaking about her being taken into the Chamber of Secrets all over again. But not like how he felt when Hermione took that curse in the Department of Mysteries. He wondered about what that meant, he was more concerned about Mione.
He thought about it for the whole shower, finally assuming it was the difference in situations. He saw Mione taking the curse and the very real chance she was dead, but with Ginny she was just missing and needing to be rescued. He found that explanation pleasing, he also assumed his subconscious was aware that she could simply be out shopping or at St Mungo's.
He slipped into his comfortable clothes and headed to the lounge. Lost in thought he wandered over to the cupboard, waving his hand absently and doors swinging open. He comes out of his thoughts enough to pick a movie, eventually selecting a decent action movie and putting it in the DVD player. Flicking his hand over his head the cupboard door closed again.
He jumps onto the couch and settles in to watch, pausing for a moment to stare at the cupboard doors before shrugging and enjoying the movie. By time the fire glows green to alert Ginny's return the credits to the 3rd movie are rolling. She enters quietly and spots Harry curled up asleep on the couch. She's obviously exhausted as she summons up a quilt to cover him, removes his glasses and then heads up to bed.
Harry's eye flicker open and he looks around, reaching out and grabbing his glasses from a nearby table and putting them on while yawning. He pulls off the quilt and smiles gently, checking his watch and grumbling that he's short on time. With a flick of his wand everything returns to its place and the dirty plate from last nights dinner vanishes.
He heads upstairs and gets washed up in a spare bathroom, not wanting to wake Ginny after her late night. Throwing on his Auror robes and sketching out a quick note and leaving it beside the bed. He quickly wolfs down a few pieces of toast before diving into the fire and heading to the Ministry. He doesn't register arriving and instead heads straight for the briefing room where Kingsley is waiting along with Arthur and a research wizard.
"Sirs," Harry nods as he hops onto one of the tables, "Minister Weasley, I hope you've told your wife that I might miss the family dinner next weekend?"
"Indeed I have, but we're hoping that this assignment doesn't that that long. I'll leave the proper briefing for Kingsley when Hermione arrives, which will be soon I hope. She was rather disappointed though." Arthur replied with a kindly smile.
"I know, I'll try my best to make the next one, I'll definitely visit soon though, Kingsley already has my holiday form for two weeks once the mission is over."
"Ah, very good, perhaps you could help me with a little project I've been working upon, hush hush of course." Arthur asked in a low tone, that usually meant that he'd acquired some new muggle piece of technology.
"Sure thing Minister." Harry replied with a grin,
"How many times do I have to ask you to call me Arthur?"
"At least once more I suppose Minister."
"Sorry, I'm not late am I?" Hermione asked, checking her new wristwatch, "If you had told me I could have arrived before the designated time I would have been here early."
"Relax Granger," Kingsley said, "We've one of our scouts meeting us here in twenty five minutes, he'll be your point man in the field. He'll contact you in the Leaky Cauldron main dining area during lunch with Yaxley's current location. He was sited this morning exiting a muggle hotel and is being followed by our team."
"To start the briefing, you know the basics. You assume roles at ten, you'll meet the scout at eleven at lunch for his current location. Then you will head to the area and act inconspicuous. We have a confirmed meeting at seven where you'll get your chance to tail him, before then try to be spotted but not noticed."
"Your mission is to tail follow Yaxley, discover who he's allied to, discover what they are planning and then call in the Aurors to arrest as many as possible if applicable. It is entirely possible still that he's honest and just here to negotiate a supplier for a cauldron producer."
"And it's entirely possible that they'll have a picture of Hermione riding a Crumple-Horned Snorkacks on the next edition of the Quibbler" Harry added.
"Exactly," Kingsley continued, "In any case, those are the standing orders, heading to the Leaky Cauldron and having Harry order a shot of Bulgarian Fire whiskey is code for Tom to arrange a meeting with the contact for the next lunch time. Ordering a flaming version will rearrange the time for breakfast at seven or ordering Hungarian Fire whiskey means evening at seven pm."
"In case Harry is unavailable then the call signs for Hermione are a cherry syrup and soda, for morning hold the ice for evening extra ice. In case of urgent contact head straight to the room and use the mirrors, do not take them with you."
"We've commissioned special stretching armour, it won't be as protective as your Dragon Hide, but it will fit as you change between appearances." Kingsley explained, nodding at the boxes on the desk, "I've got someone from the research department to explain the potions to you."
"Standard undercover potions sets really, we have the extended Polyjuice, disillusions, rejuvenating, curing and blood replenishing." The strange grey haired man explains, "Portkey bracelets, keyed to the Cauldron room, St Mungo's or the Auror Emergency room. Also just for Hermione we have an invisibility cloak from storage."
"No need, Harry bought me one to have personally, He got one for Ron too" she adds when she spots Arthur's surprised look which doubles.
"Figured it might be a good investment, found much use for mine, something for the kids to inherit to cause mayhem at Hogwarts" Harry grins.
"I won't be handing over mine to any children for the purpose of rule breaking or trouble for the teachers," Hermione countered, "Merlin knows we gave them enough trouble ourselves."
"Well the Potter line has a proud tradition of rule breaking to uphold." Harry grinned and Arthur chuckled.
"I do trust you'll be wedded before continuing the Potter line."
"Of course sir," Harry replied with a smile.
"If we could get back to the briefing," Kingsley commented.
"Sorry Sir," Harry held back a smirk and redirected his attention to the research wizard.
"That's about all from me, just the standard warnings. Polyjuice can last up to two and a half hours, but refresh every hour for best effects. Never over use the rejuvenation potion, I know it feels good, but it doesn't replace proper rest." The wizard looked over to Kingsley and nodded.
"Right, if you two want to get ready and then you'll head out." Kingsley said.
Harry and Hermione took their stretching armour to wear while they transformed. It was easier than wearing something too big or small before or after the transformation. Using the attached changing rooms they changed swiftly. The suits were body tight of an elastic black material, they had wide necklines, enough to cover the vital areas but still not be seen with loose clothing above.
Harry hated the suits, they always felt a little tight and rode up in awkward places. He slipped on a discreet potion belt to hide several thin vials. On his right wrist he wore a strange muggle device. It consisted of a thin tube of plastic with a spring at the end, Harry inserted his wand and felt it click into place. Now with a flick of his hand his wand would be ejected and to hand almost instantly. The bands around his right arm were very elastic as well. He carried his watch in hand as he stepped out of the changing room.
Shortly after Hermione stepped out of hers, Harry couldn't help but steal a glance at her wearing the skin tight black suit. It hugged her form very nicely, showing off the curves that were attracting a lot of attention since Hogwarts.
"My eyes are up here Harry," Hermione teased and Harry shrugged.
"I know, I was looking for your jaw, I assumed it would drop when you got a peek of my outfit." Harry sighed.
"I didn't want to hit your eyes when they bugged out of your over inflated head."
"If you two are done flirting perhaps we could start?" Kingsley's calm voice interrupted.
"Few more minutes Sir?" Harry asked.
"Potter, I don't need to remind you how important this mission could be, do I?" Kingsley raised an eyebrow and Harry grinned and shook his head.
"Bottoms up!" Harry grinned as he walked over and downed his Polyjuice potion. He waited a few moments and winced at the taste before he started to swell, growing in height and size. His hair lightened to a shade of brown and his eyes lost their bright shine but remained green/
"Ugh, so this is what it's like to be Ron" Harry commented as he shook off the pain of the potion, "Good thing neither of us are afraid of heights."
He took a few doses of the potion and slid them into his belt and then slipped his watch on. He grabbed his clothes and started dressing as Hermione walked to the desk and drank her potion. Her reaction was stronger, brought almost to the verge of vomiting. Harry wasn't aware of Hermione using Polyjuice any time since second year which went rather wrong. He on the other hand had used it a few times over the years.
Hermione's bushy hair flattened out and turned to a dirty blonde colour, her eyes turning bright blue and sharp. Her body didn't change much but she aged a few years in a matter of seconds. She took a few moments to compose herself then started getting dressed. When they were both dressed and ready they looked over to Kingsley.
"I don't need to tell you how important this mission could be, so be careful and do your best. Get the mission done and get back safely. Your new equipment will be sent to the room, remember your covers booked in last night. That said I'll introduce you to Scout Hark." Kingsley gestured to a newly arrived woman in muggle clothing.
"I'll be your point man for the mission, I'm a friend of Suze's so meeting with you shouldn't raise too many eyebrows," the woman with short dark hair offered a small smile at the polyjuiced Hermione, "We'll meet at lunch time and I'll pretend just to be surprised to see an old friend and want to meet your friend." She nods towards Harry.
"Yaxley has been loitering around muggle London most of the day. He seems to be trying to catch any possible trackers and has apparated a few times from dressing rooms. We haven't placed any tracking charms on him to avoid suspicion, but we've been keeping close contact with the apparition monitors."
"At lunch I'll let you know where he is again so if he's progressed into Diagon you'll be able to loiter nearby." Hark smiled, "And my name is Isabelle Hark, Suze always calls me Isa. We were both in the same year and Ravenclaws at Hogwarts for when you introduce me to Paul here."
"I think that's enough, I'll see you at eleven." She salutes the group and heads into one of the adjoining rooms and apparates away.
"When you're ready then," Kingsley said, "Good Luck to the pair of you."
Paul and Suzette saluted and headed into the adjoining room and with a quiet crack they travelled the short distance to arrive at Diagon Alley.