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[Note: “x-x” = speech & ‘x-x’ = thoughts & *x-x* = telepathy & #x-x# Parseltongue]
~~~ ASSIGNMENT ~~~
The interview took place somewhere in the Ministry of Magic’s many offices. It was not the one that either of the Blake males expected.
When Harry arrived in the foyer, he was met by the Ministry Reeve and side-alonged into an unfamiliar office.
“Thank you Reeve. Come in Harry, have a seat.”
“Thanks Kingsley. Why the new office?”
“It’s not mine, it belongs to the unmentionables and I’ve borrowed it.”
“Do I take it, therefore, that what you’re going to tell me is very sensitive?”
Kingsley took a breath to reply …
“… No; don’t answer, Draco will be along in a minute; he’s just finishing off the tests you asked for. I feel intrigued vibes coming out of his brain.”
“I hope you’ll be just as intrigued. I hear that you still exercise each morning. Surely that’s for the young and eager.”
“We’re not over the hill, even if you are,” Harry grinned cheekily at the Security Chief, “It keeps Draco and I fit. As you know; we were good Seekers at Hogwarts, so we also get some practice quidditch against Ginny and some of her ex colleagues; it hones our reactions very well.”
“Ever tried surfing? They say it’s the nearest thing Muggles get to flying a ’stick.”
“Stop fencing Kingsley. You already know we have. The Malfoy estate has ‘un petit maison a Guéthary’ with a portal back home. So you must be aware that some of us go there when the house-elves report good surf and few people … Are you wanting us to hang out with the in crowd; mmm?”
“Wait till Draco and Arthur arrive, but you’re on the right track.”
“Arthur? Well it must be important.”
“What’s important Partner?” asked Draco as he came in through the door which was being held open by Father Weasley.
Harry went to help his lover with the files and sample bottles he was carrying. While they were doing that, Astoria arrived; looking inquisitively around the bare office.
“It’s rather hush-hush boys, so let’s put up some privacy charms, shall we?” Arthur started weaving one of the personal top security charms that Hermione had recently invented for him.
D: *I think you’ll be challenged by this one, Lover; I know you and I have discussed wanting some excitement. Well this could get us out of our mundane environment for a bit. *
A: *I’m intrigued too. *
“I hope you’re not spoiling my surprise, Draco?”
“No Arthur, just getting the Boy Wonder and my wife enthused.”
“I think that title of mine is slightly old hat now,” remarked Harry acidly.
“Maybe you’ll be given a new one soon,” Arthur smiled: “For services rendered.”
“So what are the results, Draco?” asked Kingsley before Harry enquired what Arthur had meant. He spread a parchment on the desk, prior to taking notes.
“Both the blood and semen samples are not human, that’s for sure,” replied Draco: “The best we can come up with is a troll. It probably explains the damage to the victim too. As to the narcotic substances – many are available from Muggle pushers, but they’re cut with various magical plants and a trace of something organic. Judging by the quantities present; anyone who took a normal dose would have some extreme sexual fantasies. As well as that, a Muggle would imagine he could fly. A mage would think he was the best Quidditch player and try to make manoeuvres that neither Harry nor I would any longer dare to attempt, or, for that matter, Ginny and many a professional player. The detailed analysis is in my report.”
Kingsley received a thick file from Draco.
“So was the victim magical or muggle?” asked Minister Weasley.
“It’s difficult to tell, Uncle. I found traces of used magic, the kind a semi-squib might display. Then again, I reckon that a muggle with one of Hermione’s scarabs would display many of the same symptoms. The most likely scenario is that he had been subject to an unforgivable, probably Imperio, something to make him more compliant. If he was a mage then he would have been quite weak, he was in the water too long to be absolutely sure; sorry.”
“Stop being mysterious with me, Partner; I can feel you blocking out something.”
“Yes I agree,” added Astoria: “Come on, spill the beans?”
“I’ll tell you Astoria and Harry,” put in Arthur. “As I said, it’s top secret that’s why any aurors apart from Mac aren’t involved. Four days ago the Muggle Prime Minister got an anonymous note, on parchment, threatening to harm the grandson of a very august personage, unless we released certain of the Death Eater prisoners from Azkaban; moreover, it was delivered by an eagle-owl. So far MI5 have turned up a complete blank and Kingsley’s working hand in glove with one of their top people. Two days later came another parchment, again by eagle-owl. It advised us to look at a particular body which the Saint Ives’s Police had in their mortuary. It seemed to suggest that the grandson would meet a similar fate, though not in quite so many words.”
“So that lands it well on our plate; is that what you’re saying?”
“Yes Harry; but there’s more,” put in Kingsley. “Bert – the grandson – has a foot in both camps, sexually speaking, and has been known to have, what my MI5 colleague refers to as, unwise relationships. I gather from that, that he has been fairly promiscuous, otherwise he would have put it in the singular.”
“So, the samples I’ve been working on came from the body referred to.”
“Quite right Draco – a known gay surfer – almost certainly one of Bert’s amours.”
“Yes, that fits with some of the contents of his stomach. Perhaps the MI5 forensic people have a genome match?”
“They do indeed – very much akin to his father’s DNA. Therefore, that young man most likely had a fellatio arrangement with Bert, just before he died.” Kingsley looked slightly embarrassed as he read this from another file.
“Show them Bert’s picture, Kingsley.”
Kingsley looked mischievous: “I want no comments about who you think he is Harry,” and handed the picture to Draco
H: *Why did he emphasise my name? *
D: *Look at the picture and you’ll realise. *
Harry took the picture of a very handsome guards-officer dressed in dark blue uniform.
“Oh! I see! Why do you call him Bert?”
“It’s his pseudonym when he’s out looking for talent, we think. It’s a contraction of one of his other names.”
“But he’s so well known. There seems to have been no publicity about his leanings.”
“His grandmother has a very definite idea of the moral code her family ought to follow,” Arthur explained: “There was that scandal when her uncle married a divorced American and had to leave the country. A couple of further generations back, the man in charge was known to keep at least one mistress. Our lad’s grandmother has done a lot to increase the family’s popularity, so she doesn’t want it spoiled. She was infuriated when his father got divorced.”
Kingsley added: “Now his brother is married and has produced a son. The pressure is off ‘The Spare’ so to speak. So, it appears he has been let off the leash. The family knows of your prowess in rescuing other high-profile celebrities; so you’ve been asked for by name.”
“Okay, when do we leave? Where do we go? Are we disguised? If so, it will have to be good as we are likely to meet other buddies that we know.” Harry was definitely enthused.
“Down boy, down. Uncle Arthur hasn’t finished yet.” Draco patted Harry’s thigh.
“Disguises are out – as you say; you’ll most likely meet buddies that you know. We suggest a camping site near Polzeath to start with; near a good beach and some gay nightlife. MI5 have had a good trawl around the district with photos of known Dark sympathisers and drawn a complete blank. The handwriting on the notes does not resemble the Seignior’s or any of his known colleagues either. Our joint supposition is that whoever it is, is acting on the Seignior’s orders but is unknown in Europe, because E U Intelligence is involved as well. We think that the protagonists won’t recognise either of you, because you’ve been out of the limelight for some time. You’re still young and fit enough to pass as dedicated surfers slightly beyond their prime.”
“Less of that, Uncle Arthur – I’m as fit as a fiddle.”
“Stop it Draco – think of the conversation we were having a month ago.”
“Oh – all right Partner, but we agreed on at least couple of seasons more, didn’t we?”
“Good thing we kept up the Quidditch practice, isn’t it?”
“For everyone else’s consumption,” continued Kingsley. “You will be helping with some urgent magical research with combined DADA and Potions applications. Astoria, you will be carrying out the research needed in the Ministry library. It seems you may have to consult me on a regular basis.”
Astoria chuckled: “Same as when we were rescuing Tom, I suppose.”
“Quite right. Now Hagrid is lending the boys his motorbike, please use it wisely; it’s glamoured to look even more disreputable that it really is, and it no longer has that detachable side-car. Justin’s come up with a thaumic tent that has all the mod cons, but it has a glamour on it. It looks like three lazy layabout’s messy quarters, with nothing worth stealing and the sweaty smell to accompany it.”
“I thought you said I was staying here.”
“Yes, you are, Astoria. It’s for the boys.”
“E-e-w!”
“It’s all right Draco; the smell doesn’t permeate into your domicile’s real living quarters, or so I’m told. Ron and Hermione are also taking leave, ostensibly to get themselves back into teaching youngsters again. In reality they’re taking over the classes that Pullet and Phealey conduct at Hogwarts. That means you’ll have your two favourite elfin assistants with you, too.”
“That makes me feel much better. How much do they know?”
“As much as you need to tell them; they have the same high security clearance that both of you hold. I’m afraid you’ll have to leave Bobby and Robbie behind because they are not so highly classified. Mackenzie will be your contact and he will introduce you to his MI5 colleague when you get there. They’re posing as a middle-aged gay-couple looking for some fresh meat to share. They’ll be at the Oystercatcher on Tuesdays and Thursdays; and the Carpenter’s Arms on Mondays and Wednesdays. As for the weekends you’ll have to take pot-luck; okay?”
“Where are we camping?”
“We suggest this camp-site to start with.” Arthur showed them one on the map, near a good surfing beach. “After that it’s up to you. Here’s some Muggle money to start you off, Mackenzie will keep you funded. The tent’s well stocked, even if it doesn’t look like it from the front, no doubt Phealey and Pullet will see to anything more that you need.”
“When do we start?”
“Anything urgent that Bertie can’t deal with, Harry?”
“Half an hour’s chat will sort that out, Kingsley. We’re still sorting out the new Viennese magical enclave. It’s going to be called Thaumallee, we think.”
Arthur smirked: “Not very original, is it.”
Draco shrugged: “That’s the Austrian magical establishment for you. However, I’m ready now – I expected that we’d be going.”
“Why didn’t you flash me Partner?”
“I did, but you were preoccupied with your Trust reports.”
“I thought you were in one of your funks … Probably best … I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate on them if I’d known.”
“That’s what I thought too. Well … Go off and instruct Bertie. I’ll get the bike and tent ready, if you give me your broomstick, I’ll miniaturise that as well.”
“Hold on! Hold on! Harry’s enthusiasm is obviously very infectious.” Kingsley smiled indulgently, remembering his own eagerness when he was younger. “You have to meet your muggle partner yet. He’s MI5, of course, on the highest security rating, but he’s not aware of our magical community so far. He thinks you’re a couple of special operatives from another branch. When you meet say ‘Firecrackers’ that’s the recognition word.”
“That explains the third sleeping place.” Harry looked smug: “And lets you off the hook Tor.”
“Thanks, a bunch,” Astoria replied sarcastically: “I shall wallow in luxury at Number Twelve whilst you share your smelly bed roll with the Cornish creepy-crawlies.”
Draco wriggled his body in disgust: “Ugh!”
To stop the forthcoming spiteful remark Harry hastily put in: “Hi, we’re the wizards who’ll working with you. That’ll startle him slightly.”
“That’s an understatement, Harry; extreme scepticism would be his reaction. He’d then write you off as a couple of nutters.”
Draco looked thoughtful: “He must have special skills and gadgets, not like the James Bond stuff that we see on our television, but aids for spying and special weapons. So maybe we could swap ideas and skills in a ‘getting-to-know-you’ situation.”
“Yes Draco, that’s what we thought too. We already know of the relaxed situation at Godric’s Hollow and how people from different specie backgrounds live together; mainly because you all and John have a special rapport.” Arthur smiled hopefully.
“Uncle, I get the feeling there’s some more yet. Something to do with his identity?” Harry looked piercingly at his pseudo-father.
“Can’t hide much from you, can I? His name is Jimmy Foley.”
“Any relation to Grandpops?”
“I wish you wouldn’t use that name for him, Harry,” Astoria grimaced.
“Well he likes it and, as we have no living grandfathers, he and Granddad Thompson have taken on the role, haven’t they, Draco?”
“Yes, I s’pose so. Don’t forget Grandmamma the Duchess.” Draco was still slightly worried about having two Muggles as stand-in grandfathers but couldn’t deny his partner’s need for a family.
“To get back to business!” Kingsley knew that the Blakes would go into an extended niggle if they were allowed to. “He is a nephew and has visited Godric’s Hollow a few times, so you must have met him; a dirty blond with piercing blue eyes and a penchant for odd vehicles.”
“Oh yes! Nice body, but boring mind, we thought he had a civil service desk job, and tinkered with motors as a way of relieving the mindless workaday toil. He’s become friendly with Griswold, they both like steam engines. Not that he’s realised how we heat the water, yet.”
“A good cover, yes? If he can fool your inquisitive minds.” Arthur chuckled. “He thinks you’re all slightly over-the-top hippies with more money than sense, living in some sort of commune based on Chantry Cottage.”
“Yes … Well … It does fend off all kinds of awkward questions, doesn’t it?”
“His point of view, exactly, Draco; part of your cover story is that you met in the village and are going on holiday together. He’s at the store now waiting for you to contact him. It’s a rush job so your ‘getting-to-know-each-other’ period can last a little over twenty-four hours before departing for Polzeath.”
The Blakes said goodbye to Arthur and Kingsley, Astoria went to the Ministry library whilst the other two went to Number Twelve to see Bertie. Harry stayed slightly longer with the goblin, but their administrator was left thoroughly briefed about the trust reports. Meanwhile Draco had sorted their journey-necessaries out.
The Blakes met at to Chantry Cottage because they needed to change into suitable outfits. The next port of call was to be Grandpops’ Ironmongery store.
~~~ SURPRISE ~~~
They entered through the messy yard at the back of the shop; following the sound of tinkering.
“Mr Jimmy Foley?” Harry enquired tentatively.
“Yes. Who wants him?” Jimmy looked up from under the bonnet of Grandpops’ delivery van.
“Um … Firecrackers … Um?”
“Oh! Don’t tell me that you’re the rest of the team?”
“I’m afraid so! We liked your boring bureaucrat stance – did you like our hippy cover story?”
“We each fooled the other, didn’t we?” Jimmy smiled: “Give me a minute and I’ll be with you.”
He was ten minutes before the bonnet went down. “Sorry about that, but Grandpops says he can’t afford another van; so, I keep it in trim for him.”
Jimmy went to the tap, used a de-greasing gel and cleansed his hands thoroughly before offering to shake. Then they introduced themselves.
“Ah … Right … As I said; you pair have a really good cover, you fooled me completely,” Jimmy said, as they shook hands.
“Um … Well … We thought you were a boring desk clerk too.” Harry smiled warmly.
“Chantry Cottage is safe; may we show you round. I suspect we need to disclose various secrets to each other.” Draco indicated the openness of the yard.
“Good idea, I’ll just collect my knapsack.”
“You have a satnav, do you?”
“Yes Draco, do you want to borrow it?”
“No; but have it to hand when we get to the cottage, please.”
Harry caught on to his lover’s thinking and approved.
Whilst Jimmy collected his things, the Blakes chatted with Grandpops, who told them all to have a good holiday as they left.
John waved to them from his study window as they walked up Almoners Row and they stopped to talk to one of the neighbours who was pruning roses in her front garden, dropping hints of a holiday together. Once inside the cottage their debonair faces became serious.
“No doubt you have specialist skills which we should know about,” started Draco. “However, would you mind if we have the first go?”
“No problem – fire away.”
“Have you heard of telepaths, Jimmy?”
“Yes; sort of live in each other’s minds, don’t they. I’ve met a couple of pairs before. That’ll be useful.”
“Well we share our skills with Ginny and Astoria, they both have the same security clearance too. It’s sometimes useful to get Tor, that’s what we call Astoria, to be in the security office and give us information. She’s there now, pretending to do some research. However, there is a limit on how far apart we can be. Over a couple of hundred miles and it becomes faint.
“Nice one. Better than our mobiles. Sometimes they can be compromised.
Harry felt relieved and slightly surprised at Jimmy’s matter-of-fact acceptance.
“We have other greater talents as well. We’d better throw you in at the deep end, we think. How accurate is your satnav?”
“One of the best, why?”
“Take a reading here and double check it.”
Jimmy clicked for half a minute: “Done.”
“Right, come with us.”
They went upstairs and led Jimmy, by hand, through the portal to Number Twelve and asked Jimmy to check his electronic gadget.
“Bloody Hell! We’re in London. Blasted electronic foolishness, must need re-calibrating.”
“No, it doesn’t, just bear with us.”
Jimmy followed them to the Chateau des Sorciers and on to the French seaside.
“Now, where are we?”
“Ah … Guéthary? Hells Bells! That’s some talent. Wow! Good surfing here!”
They had a quick look at the beach, but the waves were not tempting enough.
“Let’s go back to the cottage, shall we?”
They sat on the upper patio drinking Winky-made butterbeer and advising each other about their particular talents. Jimmy was used to elves wandering around having seen them singing in the church choir; thinking of them as midgets. So, when Pullet and Phealey popped in to make up the rest of the team he was not over-surprised, bar their sudden appearance. Harry and Draco told the elves of the project with occasional extra information from Jimmy.
“Happy so far Jimmy?” asked Harry as they finished their drinks.
“Mmm … sort of … that jumping around thing takes some getting used to though. Are we going to use it to get to Polzeath?”
“Sorry, it takes a lot of energy to make a portal and we must be absolutely sure that both ends are secure.”
“Yes; I can understand that. Hang on … did you infer that you made those portals?”
“Yes! The first one nearly killed us. It was an accident really; so, we researched a lot before making another. It still knocks us about a lot, not that we’ve made more than a couple of dozen.”
“So, your speciality is mind and travel things, is that it?”
“Sort of.” Harry pointed at a table and moved it to another spot.
“Heard of that one, telekinesis isn’t it?” Jimmy looked slightly smug.
“You’re getting closer.” Draco Accioed his broomstick; giving a short demonstration of some spectacular Quidditch dives and rolls. Asking Jimmy to find the wires and following much the same kind of conversation that they had had with Dolores many years ago.
Jimmy went white: “Ah … Ah … Magic? No … Impossible! But then? Oh dear!”
“Your supposition is quite right, Jimmy, about one person in a hundred million has the talent.” Harry continued: “We are a very small community in the world’s eyes; that is, if we allowed the world to see us. Because our college annex is here; and we have friends who live nearby; we are very concentrated. You are bound by the Official Secrets act, aren’t you? This knowledge falls into the highest category of need-to-know secrecy. Our flower-power mage personas here hide the real truth, although some of the villagers still believe in the old ways, as they call it.”
“Ah … Yes … Grandpops is one, isn’t he? I just put his ramblings down to his old age, you know. Someday soon he’ll have to give up the shop, but I’m the only relative evenly the remotest bit interested.”
“You could do worse than take over,” Draco added. “You like Griswold, he’s a mage and the two dykes who run the railway are goblins. So welcome to a new experience. By and large, our main repertoire is charms, hexes and curses – some of the deadlier of which we are not supposed to use. We like to think that we’re on the side of the light, but there are bad ones whom we call dark-mages. We have a feeling that one of those used a curse on the unfortunate young man, to force him to do something he would not otherwise be inclined to do.”
“I’ve seen the pictures; to be split like that must have been horrific. How do you force someone to do that?”
“By taking over his mind and willpower – we call it Imperio – and it is one of the ones we should not use, although Harry has a licence to, but only to disarm would be attackers.”
“Sounds like our firearms guidelines. I have a licence in very much the same words only it’s killing in defence of one’s self and one’s team-mates. I also have various electronic bugging and tracking devices and a useful set of intruder alarms too.”
“Those could be useful in certain magical environments, when our use of magic might be detected by other Mages.”
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The next person to be introduced was Ginevra at lunch. Sometime later the children came to see them when they returned from Dolores’ school.
Draco and Harry sat down with the children and introduced Jimmy. They explained that they had to go away and that Astoria was staying at Number Twelve.
“Where’s Hagrid, Dad?” asked James.
“Why do you ask?”
“His motor-bike is parked outside.”
“He’s lending it to Draco and me, whilst we go away. We’re adopting a disguise as bikers.”
“Oh! Wicked! Can we have a ride too?”
“When we get back. That’ll give you something to look forward to, won’t it?”
James pulled a face, and Harry stared at him meaningfully.
James sighed, knowing that his father would not give in: “Oh! Okay, I s’pose. But you will let us have a ride, won’t you.”
“As long as I have no reports of bad behaviour from your mother when I get back.”
Draco looked at his son: “That goes for you as well Scorpius.”
Scorpius gave his father a slight bow: “Of course we’ll be good father,” and then smirked knowingly at the others.
Lily came up and took Harry’s hand: “Daddy, you will be coming back, won’t you.”
“Yes Darling, of course we will. We may be a bit bruised, but we’ll come back.”
“Good!” She leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Go and have fun capturing the bad ones.” Then she kissed Draco too.
“Who said we were going to capture any bad ones?”
Albus grinned cheekily: “We know. You always have these chats with us when you’re going on a mission. I bet Mum-Tor will be hiding out in the ministry. That Tom you rescued last time was ace. He taught us all how to dive properly.”
“Then Leo keeps sending us bits from films that were cut out. They’re great,” added James.
There was a solemn little ceremony when each child shook hands and formerly wished them well. Then scampered of towards Milk Wood; going to have an adventure of their own.
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