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Albus spent most of the days preceding Christmas at Rose’s house. James was determined to use all of his spare time for Quidditch practice, and he had to go to Rose’s house for that. Albus usually went with him and he and Hugo would help James practice while Rose read.

Harry had to practically separate James from his broom by magic on Christmas Eve so they could go to Godric’s Hollow. James wanted to stay at Rose’s house and keep practicing, but Harry refused to let him. The trip was quiet since James was rather sullen the entire time.

“Professor Patil says I’m a natural at Transfiguration,” Lily bragged to Albus as they walked towards the Burrow afterwards.

“That’s good,” Albus replied.

“Yeah, so I’m going to become an Animagus eventually. I want to be a cat.”

“You don’t get to choose what kind of animal you transform into,” Albus told her.

“Oh,” Lily said, “But I think I’ll become a cat.”

Albus nodded as Lily began to describe in great detail what kind of cat she would transform into.

Everyone else was already at the Burrow and Albus felt an immediate warmth come over him as he stepped inside. It had nothing to do with the fact that it was so cold and snowy outside, either. There was something so comforting about being at the Burrow surrounded by all his family. He was able to forget all the issues with the Quidditch tournament and Professor Killigan. All he could think about was how ravenous he was and how good some of his grandmother’s cooking would be right about then.

Rose sat down next to Albus as he tucked into a large bowl of onion soup with a side of homemade bread.

“Uncle Charlie and Aunt Katherine are going back to Romania this summer,” Rose announced.

“To tame more dragons?” Albus asked. His uncle and aunt hadn’t done that since Stanley started Hogwarts, but they often talked about how they wanted to go back.

“Yeah,” Rose nodded, “They might stay even after the summer’s over, but Heather and Mark will come back to go to Hogwarts.”

“They get to go, too?”

“Yup. Stanley and Eddie are going, too. Stanley’s quitting his job for it. He’s definitely staying in Romania after the summer’s over. He wants to get into dragon training.”

“Wow,” Albus replied, “They’re lucky. I guess it’s good that Stanley decided what he wants to do.”

Stanley had been working at the Magical Menagerie since he finished Hogwarts, but knew he didn’t want to do that his whole life. He just didn’t know what he did want to do.

“I wish our parents would take us to some other country,” Albus sighed.

“Me, too,” Rose agreed, “Imagine the history we could learn.”

Albus personally had enough of History from Professor Binns, but he supposed learning history by traveling would be fun.

“Christmas Quidditch tomorrow?” Teddy asked as he sat down next to Rose.

“Definitely,” Albus grinned.

“I wouldn’t count on it, Teddy,” Molly said as she handed Albus another hunk of bread, “We’re supposed to get the snowstorm of the decade tomorrow. The Muggle electricity is already out in town.”

“Is it really?” Arthur popped his head into the room, “Fascinating! I may have to go see it tomorrow!”

“You’ll do no such thing!” Molly shouted, “It’s near impossible to Appparate during such a storm. Not to mention the fact that it’s Christmas and you should be here.”

“We don’t need electricity to play Quidditch!” Teddy exclaimed, “It’ll be perfect training conditions! If you can catch a Snitch in the middle of a blizzard, you can catch one in any weather. It’s not like Kendrick ever calls off Quidditch because of snow.”

“We’ll see tomorrow, Teddy,” Molly sighed.

Albus finished his soup and he and Rose went into the den, where they were greeted by a loud chorus of ‘Odo the Hero’, sung by George, Alicia, Charlie, and Ron. Bill and Fleur were laughing while Hermione shook her head. Albus had a feeling the only reason why Fleur approved was because the singing was drowning out Celestina Warbeck.

“So then I said, I’m not paying seven Sickles for that!” Percy said to Katherine, who was only sort of paying attention, “And the bloke looked at me like I was mad. I say he’s mad, charging that much for a tour of a questionably historic old building. There really should be regulations on such things. It’s one thing I’ll change if I’m ever Minister.”

Albus stifled a laugh. His Uncle Percy had been talking about running for Minister for the past ten years, but still hadn’t done it. Most of his uncles and aunts got sick of hearing him talk about what he would and would not change.

“Hey, Albus, Rose,” Victoire waved at him from across the room.

“Hi Victoire,” Albus made his way over to her, “How is Healer training?”

“Exhausting,” Victoire sighed, “And I have to figure out which part of the hospital I want to do the rest of my training in by September. We’ve been rotating throughout all the floors, but now we have to pick one. I’m nowhere near decided.”

“You have until September,” Albus shrugged. It seemed like a long time to him.

“I know,” Victoire replied, “But Amy’s known where she wants to finish training since we were in fourth year.”

“You’re not in Amy’s situation,” Teddy appeared and put his arm around her, “And I think you’ll do great anyplace you decide.”

“Thanks, Teddy,” Victoire smiled, “I’m thinking either the Maternity ward or Spell Damage.”

“There’s a busy ward,” Teddy grinned, “Spell Damage. You’ll get all the funny injuries there.”

“That’s not a good reason to pick a specialization,” Victoire groaned.

“Good a reason as any,” Teddy shrugged.

The time grew later and after Albus played numerous rounds of Exploding Snap with his cousins, his grandmother announced that it was time for bed. Everyone argued, but there was really no point. Everyone, including the other adults, knew that arguing with Molly Weasley was useless.

Albus trudged up the stairs to the highest bedroom that he shared with James, Ben, and Cedric. He climbed into bed and then realized just how big this impending blizzard was. The wind was howling louder than he’d ever heard before.

The wind was so powerful that Albus could feel it through the gaps in the window. Every once in a while, the house would creak and shake. Albus sighed and put his pillow over his ears to try and drown out the howling.

Albus didn’t manage to drift off to sleep until after Cedric got out of bed, swore loudly, and disregarded the no magic outside of school rule to put a silencing charm on the room.

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Albus was awoken by his annual Christmas wake-up call, Lily. She breezed through the door shouting about how they all needed to wake up and open their presents.

“And there’s three feet of snow outside,” Lily said as she left the room, “I checked.”

“Merlin!” James jumped off the top bunk and looked out the window, “There is! And it’s still coming!”

“Whoa, you can’t see anything!” Cedric added.

“We could build the world’s biggest snow wizard later,” Ben suggested.

“We could build an entire snow wizard army,” Albus said.

“Presents first,” James said as he located his pile of presents.

Albus descended upon his own pile of presents and began opening them. There were the usual sweets and Weasleys’ products from his aunts and uncles. Another Weasley sweater, this one scarlet and gold striped. He pulled it on over his pajamas and opened the rest of the presents from his aunts and uncles. His Aunt Hermione had gotten him a few books he’d probably never read, including one about the history of house elves at Hogwarts.

Albus saved his parents’ present for last, although he doubted they could top last year’s. There really wasn’t anything in the world that was better than the Invisibility Cloak.

“Al, did you open Mum and Dad’s yet?” James shouted.

“I’m opening it now,” Albus said as he ripped the paper off the small box.

“You’ll never guess what they got us!”

Albus opened the box and saw two tickets. Two tickets for the Quidditch World Cup that was taking place this summer!

“Whoa!” Albus shouted, “World Cup tickets!”

“I didn’t even know they were on sale this early!” James said.

“You two get the best presents,” Cedric said.

“Hey, I got two tickets,” James replied.

“Yeah, two,” Ben sighed, “You can only pick one of us to go.”

Albus suddenly realized he had the same problem. Two tickets. Five friends he would want to take. Who was he going to choose? Not Rose. They may have been friends since they were babies, but she just didn’t have a passion for Quidditch. Neither did Kaden. He was another to cross off the list. John and Matt were the Quidditch fans. He’d have to choose between them. Amanda liked Quidditch well enough, but she didn’t follow a team or anything.

“Those are limited edition tickets,” Ben said, “They don’t know who’s playing yet, so they don’t sell very many tickets ahead of time.”

“They’re for the top box, too,” James said in awe.

Lily burst into the room with a big grin on her face. She was holding two tickets as well. “Did you get Quidditch tickets?”

“Yeah,” Albus and James said at the same time.

“This is going to be brilliant,” Lily said and then ran out of the room.

Albus’s parents were already in the kitchen by the time Albus went downstairs. They were sitting at the table eating breakfast. Albus gave them each a huge hug and then sat down.

“How did you get the tickets?” he asked.

“They were a gift from the Minister,” Harry replied, “The Cup is in Canada this year and he’s good friends with their minister. Got him a lot of free tickets.”

Albus grinned as he began to eat breakfast. Somehow his parents had come close to topping last year’s present. Now not only was he going to get to see the World Cup, he would get to travel to a different country.

Rose came downstairs a little while later and was impressed with the tickets. She had no desire to go to the Cup and had no suggestions on how Albus was going to choose between John and Matt.

“Anyone up for Quidditch later?” Teddy announced as he sauntered into the kitchen.

“Not under my watch!” Molly shouted, “You can’t see a foot in front of you out there! And it must be close to 15 below!”

“Maybe after lunch, then,” Teddy shrugged.

Molly shook her head and sighed as she set a few more platters of eggs and toast onto the table.

There was a knock on the door that could only just be heard over the howling wind. Molly glanced at Arthur, who shrugged and got up to see who it was. Albus followed, very curious to see who would visit on Christmas morning in the middle of a huge blizzard.

“Xeno, is that you?” Arthur shouted outside.

“Yes!” Xenophilius Lovegood shouted back. Arthur stood aside as the man walked in and then shut the door behind him. “Quite the storm we’re having! Just thought I’d stop by and see if this place was still standing.”

“Quite the storm, yes,” Arthur agreed, “I heard the Muggles lost electricity. Fascinating. I wonder what they do without it. But yes, the house is still standing.”

“Good, but if you feel it’s too rickety, just let me know and I’ll go get some of my Jutispy Plants. The leaves do wonders on old buildings. Makes them like new. I just put a bunch into my place and it’s a good thing, too. Of course, they tend to attract Nargles…” Xenophilius’s voice trailed off.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Arthur smiled, “Are you spending the holiday alone?”

“Yes, yes,” he replied, “Luna and Rolf are with his family this Christmas.”

“Then you must stay here a while. Molly’s cooked far too much food, like usual,” Arthur lead Xeno into the kitchen.

Albus followed them. He always found Xenophilius Lovegood to be an interesting wizard, if not a little mad. Always going on about Nargles or Nom-Noms or something.

Molly was more than happy to provide Xenophilius with a large platter of breakfast and he settled down to discuss the storm with the adults.

Albus spent most of the morning playing Exploding Snap, Wizard’s Chess, and Gobstones with his cousins. They tried to play hide and go seek, but the house was too crowded to play it properly.

Teddy and James kept looking out the window, willing it to stop snowing. Both of them were just itching to go play Quidditch. Albus would have gladly gone and played if it would stop snowing so much. He was dedicated to the game, but not enough to play in this storm.

Lunchtime came and the snow was still falling. George went outside to measure it and came back with the news that it was three and a half feet.

Teddy went upstairs after lunch and came back decked out in three jumpers, a thick cloak, and a pair of boots. Under one arm was his broom and under the other was a box of Quidditch balls. James was right behind him, dressed the same.

“Theodore Remus Lupin!” Molly shouted, “I suppose I can’t stop you from going out there and catching death of a cold, but I will not let you drag James with you!”

“He’s not dragging me, Grandma,” James rolled his eyes, “I want to go!”

“Just let them, Molly,” Harry said, “They’ll get cold soon enough and come back inside.”

“Fine,” Molly replied and went back into the kitchen.

“Excellent,” Teddy grinned, “Anyone care to join us?”

Georgia, Fred, and Heather suited up in warm clothes and joined Teddy and James. Albus decided against it. Quidditch was fun, but he didn’t want to freeze when he could stay inside and be warm.

The Christmas Quidditch lasted a half an hour. Teddy, James, Georgia, Heather, and Fred all stumbled back into the house shivering with their faces red and covered in snow and ice. Molly immediately descended upon them with mugs of hot chocolate and dry clothes.

“Told you, Molly,” Harry grinned.

“C-can’t find the Sn-Snitch,” Teddy muttered.

Harry laughed. “That doesn’t surprise me. You’ll find it when the storm calms down. You put the charm on it to stay in the yard, right?”

“Y-yeah,” Teddy replied.

Christmas dinner came and went in its usual chaos. Xenophilius stayed for it and James snuck sneezing powder into his soup, which he found incredibly funny. Molly was not as impressed and gave James quite the scolding. How she found out it was James was beyond Albus.

The storm continued throughout the night and Cedric had to put the silencing charm back on their room in order for any of them to get any sleep.

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Nobody left the Burrow until two days after Christmas. That was when the snow finally let up. It topped out at around four and a half feet, which was a new record for Albus’s lifetime. The Burrow’s yard had been decorated by dozens of snow witches and wizards, along with hippogriffs, owls, and a variety of other magical creatures.

When Albus found out what his family was doing after they left the Burrow, he wished the snow would have kept coming. They were going shopping for dress robes for the New Year’s party.

“Why can’t I just wear my old dress robes?” James whined as they walked down Diagon Alley towards Madam Malkin’s.

“Because they’re five inches too short,” Ginny replied, “They’re even too small for Al.”

“Yeah, Hugo’s the lucky one,” James muttered. Hugo was wearing James’s old dress robes to the party and therefore did not have to go shopping.

“Mummy, I want purple robes,” Lily announced.

“If they have any,” Ginny replied.

Albus wanted to buy the first pair of dress robes he found, so long as they weren’t pink or purple. The sooner they were done robes shopping the better.

Rose and Lily made a beeline for the girls dress robes as soon as they walked in the door. Albus stood awkwardly next to James while their mother found various robes for them.

“Here, try these on, Al,” Ginny handed him a pair of emerald green robes.

“Very Slytherin,” James snickered.

“Shut it, James,” Albus muttered.

“They’ll bring out your eyes, Al,” Ginny told him, “Now go try them on.”

Albus reluctantly tried on the Slytherin colored robes and then left the dressing room for his mother to see.

“Too short,” she announced, “But the color is perfect. I’ll find a bigger size.”

James wound up with a navy blue pair of robes, which Albus would have preferred. Lily found her purple robes and Rose got a sky blue pair.

“Next time you’re getting green robes,” Albus muttered to James, who was still making fun of the color of Albus’s robes.

“No I won’t. I don’t have green eyes,” James grinned.

“Then we’ll get you a nice red set,” Ginny said, “They’ll clash horribly with your hair.”

“I don’t care. They’d be Gryffindor colored,” James laughed.
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A/N: Thanks to my beta, Dancer_of_Starlight, as well as all the awesome people who have read and reviewed this! Also, for anyone who read In Moonlight’s shadow, the first chapter of the sequel, Beyond the Shadow, is now up!

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Disclaimer- I don’t own Harry Potter.
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The party was at the Minister’s Mansion, the house where all the Ministers of Magic had lived. Albus had been there a few times before, but not in a couple years. Usually all the parties the Minister held were while Albus was at Hogwarts.

A few hours before the party, Ginny made Albus, James, and Lily all take showers and comb their hair properly. She spent a good fifteen minutes trying to get James’s hair to lie flat and another fifteen minutes putting Lily’s up in some sort of elaborate bun type thing. Albus was very happy his own hair was far too short for that sort of thing.

Before they left, Albus’s parents sat him, James, and Lily down on the couch and proceeded to tell them the rules for the evening.

“Absolutely no making trouble!” Ginny stared at James as she said this, “None at all! This is the Minister’s house! I will not have you wreaking havoc in it.”

“We’re trusting you to keep yourselves occupied during this. I’m going to have to mingle with everyone and we won’t be able to watch you every second,” Harry added, “You’re all at Hogwarts now. You’re old enough to not be glued to us for the evening.”

“Don’t worry,” James said, “I know when mischief isn’t appropriate.”

“Let’s hope so,” Ginny sighed.

Albus and his family Apparated to the Minister’s house, which meant side-along Apparition for Albus. He hated side-along Apparition. It felt like he couldn’t breath. It was worse when the person who was Apparating him was also Apparating another person, which was always the case in his family. It was the curse of being the middle child. He was either with James or Lily. This time it was with Lily and Harry was Apparating them.

When Albus had regained his ability to breath properly, he looked around at where they had landed. He was standing on the front lawn of what was the most extravagant mansion he had ever seen. It couldn’t be considered a house; it was just too monstrous.

A long and winding sidewalk, framed with bushes and lights on either side, lead up to the front door. Albus’s parents started walking up and Albus followed.

The mansion seemed to get bigger as they got closer. It was painted brown with a black roof and reminded Albus of a castle. It wasn’t nearly as big as Hogwarts, of course, but it was still huge.

Harry rang the bell when they arrived at the door and it was answered by the Minister himself. “Harry!” he shouted, “Come in!”

Minister Langston Hartwell was the third minister since the fall of Lord Voldemort. He was a tall, rotund man with very little hair left on his head. He did sport a rather large mustache, which caused Albus to think of him as a much taller version of Professor Slughorn.

Hartwell was one of those very educated wizards who spoke using very large words that Albus couldn’t really understand. He was long-winded and most of his speeches could be condensed down into a few sentences, according to Harry, that is. He was a very nice man, though.

“Right this way,” Hartwell motioned for them to follow him.

Hartwell lead them through the house, which was just as immaculate as Albus remembered, and into what could only be described as a grand ballroom. It was the same ballroom all the parties Albus had been to were held.

The room was decorated with silver and black and was already filling up with people. Albus spotted Rose and Matt in the back of the room and left his family in the doorway to go see them.

“Some place, huh?” Albus said once he reached them.

“This is the biggest house I’ve ever seen,” Rose agreed, “I see you’re wearing your Slytherin robes.”

Albus rolled his eyes. “Shut it.”

“What do you think, Matt?” Rose turned to Matt, “His mum says they match his eyes, but James says they’re Slytherin robes.”

“Slytherin,” Matt said immediately.

“Then yours are Ravenclaw,” Albus pointed out, gesturing to Matt’s blue robes.

“I don’t care,” Matt shrugged, “So, did you just get here?”

“Yeah,” Albus replied.

“I’ve been here for two hours already,” Matt said, “We were the first ones here. Dad keeps introducing me to people and they all think I’m a first year.”

“Bet that’s fun,” Albus laughed, “Do you know most of these people?”

“Some,” Matt said, “That’s the bloke Dad’s taking over for,” he gestured to a very large wizard, “McVicar.”

“Right,” Albus said, “I’ve heard of him. Dad’s always said he would never retire.”

“Dad never thought he would either,” Matt laughed, “Then we’ve got your Uncle Percy, I think you probably know him. Those people are a few of Dad’s colleagues,” Matt gestured to a few more witches and wizards, “Then there’s a bunch of people from other departments, but I don’t remember any of their names.”

“Looks like it’s going to be a fun night,” Albus said sarcastically.

“Oh, it will be,” Matt grinned, “When I was really little, we went to parties like this a few times a month. You make your own fun.”

“Like what?” Albus asked.

“Charming alcohol out of the wine and champagne. It’ll still taste exactly the same,” Matt grinned mischievously, “By the time midnight rolls around, everyone will be wondering why they’re not drunk. It’ll be funny.”

“You’ve done this before?” Rose raised an eyebrow.

“Amy has,” Matt said, “She’s here somewhere and she’s going to do it soon.”

“I have to admit, that’s really creative,” Rose giggled, “What else?”

“Mostly stuff with the food. Charm the chocolates to taste like vanilla, charm the serving utensils to move every time you go to pick them up, that sort of stuff,” Matt explained.

“My parents gave us this speech about how we can’t play pranks here,” Albus said, “She was saying it mostly for James, but I think she should’ve given it to you.”

“My parents never say that stuff to me,” Matt laughed, “They never suspect me of anything. The minute they find out the alcohol’s been charmed out of the drinks, they’ll find Amy.”

“She is the one who’s going to do it,” Rose pointed out.

“It was my idea, though. She wasn’t originally going to do it at this party,” Matt explained.

“Alcohol’s gone,” Amy said quietly as she came up behind Matt, “This is going to be interesting.”

“What exactly happens when you use this charm?” Rose asked.

“Oh, it’s great,” Amy grinned, “First, only a couple people notice and they make a very quiet mention to another person and then that person agrees that there’s something wrong with the drinks. Then it just snowballs from there until it’s all they’re talking about. Then someone will test the drinks, discover the alcohol’s been charmed away, replace it, and then everyone will cheer. But some of them will act drunk because they think there’s alcohol in the drinks.”

“Aren’t your parents going to be upset?” Rose asked.

“They might tell me they wish I hadn’t done it, but there’s not much they can do,” Amy shrugged, “That’s why I’m doing it and not Matt.”

“I couldn’t see your parents yelling at you anyway,” Albus laughed.

“You never know,” Matt shrugged.

“I bet James and Cedric are going to do something,” Albus said as he scanned the crowd. James and Cedric were sitting at one of the tables, heads close together like they were plotting something.

“I’d be shocked if they didn’t,” Rose smirked, “Aunt Ginny has no hope of stopping James.”

“And I’d bet my last Galleon that Georgia and Bradley are talking about Quidditch,” Albus gestured to his other two cousins, who were standing near the buffet.

“That’s all they talk about,” Rose said, “And Lily looks bored. Five Sickles says she’s over here in about ten minutes or so.”

“I wouldn’t bet against that,” Albus said, “And Samantha and Lindy will sneak out of the room the next time Aunt Corrine looks away.”

Albus’s Aunt Corrine was talking with two witches Albus didn’t know and his twin cousins were chasing each other around the room.

“Are any of your other cousins coming?” Amy asked.

“Nope,” Albus shook his head, “None of my other aunts and uncles work for the Ministry.”

“Let’s go get something to eat,” Matt said.

Albus and Rose agreed. Amy left to go talk to someone else and the three friends walked over to the buffet. There was already a small queue in front of it.

“There go Samantha and Lindy,” Rose said as they waited. The twins ran out one of the doors and Corrine quickly followed.

The queue moved quickly and soon Albus was in front. He grabbed a plate and piled it high with just about everything. There was always the best food at this sort of party.

They found an empty table far enough away from James and Cedric. Albus didn’t want to be anywhere near them when they did whatever they were planning on doing.

“I don’t even know what half this stuff is,” Matt said as he began eating, “But it’s good.”

More and more people arrived as Albus ate his dinner. He recognized a few of them, but didn’t remember any names. He also noticed that nobody was acting strangely due to Amy’s charm. They were all acting perfectly normal for adults who had had a few drinks.

Albus, Matt, and Rose wandered around the room once they finished their food. A few adults stopped to exclaim how big they’d gotten and to inquire what year they were at Hogwarts. Lily joined them because she didn’t want to be associated with James and Cedric’s mischief.

“Hello, everyone!” Minister Hartwell shouted from the podium at the front of the room.

Everyone quieted down and turned to watch him. Albus, Rose, and Matt were somewhat close to the podium.

“Thank you,” he smiled, “I assume you all know why I’ve thrown this party, and it’s not just to unload the large amount of wine I was given for Christmas!”

The adults all chuckled at Hartwell’s attempt at a joke and then quieted down once again.

“Yes, yes, well, this party is in honor of none other than Walter Eckerton, whom I have appointed to the position of Head of the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. There is no one else whom I would trust with such a job….”

Hartwell’s speech soon descended into one of his usual speeches, which Albus could not understand. It was long, drawn-out, and Albus could’ve sworn he saw his dad yawn at one point.

Albus clapped loudly when Hartwell finally finished and turned the podium over to McVicar.

“Thank you, Minister,” McVicar began, “That was quite an interesting speech. I, too, would like to congratulate Walter Eckerton on his promotion.

“I am sure at least half of you were quite surprised to hear that I was retiring. I myself was surprised. In fact, I probably wouldn’t have done it if it weren’t for the fact that my wife has been begging me to for the past ten years.

“However, the main reason for my lack of an earlier retirement was because there was not a single person employed in the Ministry whom I would have trusted with this job. Nobody had the capabilities to carry out this position in the way I would like. Like they always say, if you want something done right, do it yourself. That was my motto up until five years ago, that is.

“A little over five years ago, a man came into the Ministry looking for a job in the Department of the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. He applied for a job in Werewolf Support Services, a position that had been open for well over a year. I was ready to hire anyone who walked through the door at that point, but I had no idea what was to come when I hired Walter Eckerton.

“Some of you may know that Walter has experience in this field. He was the Head of the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures in Australia for three years before leaving the position in order to move to England.

“Walter revolutionized Werewolf Support Services as soon as he started. The ideas he had were ones that even I hadn’t thought of. In five short years, he has bettered life for those plagued with lycanthropy more than anyone else in the department have in their entire careers.

“It took only six months for me to realize that I wanted Walter to take over for me when I retired. Not only does he have the experience and intelligence for the job, but he also has dedication that I have never seen before. I even have to admit that his dedication surpasses my own. I have never seen anyone fight as hard for werewolf rights as he has.

“The only thing left for me to do was convince myself it was time to retire,” McVicar chuckled, “And yes, it did take the better part of five years to do that. But now, I feel very confident as I hand the reins over to Walter.”

Everyone clapped as McVicar stepped away and Matt’s dad took the podium. “That was quite the speech,” Albus muttered to Matt.

“I’ll say,” Matt agreed, “And McVicar doesn’t usually praise people like that.”

“Well,” Matt’s dad began, “Thanks for your vote of confidence, Rob. I certainly hope I can live up to your expectations.

“I have to begin by saying how unexpected this was. I really had no intentions of becoming the head of the entire department again, no matter which country I was living in. Werewolf Support Services has been such a great place to work these past few years. It truly is my passion.

“However, when Langston and Rob approached me about taking over when Rob retired, I found it difficult to say no. In the end, I said yes because I want to make more of a difference.

“Of course, I could not have gotten to this place without the help of my wife, Julie,” he gestured to Matt’s mum, who was standing near the podium, “And my daughter, Amy, and my son, Matt.

“I’m not one for long speeches, so I’ll just say that I look forward to starting the job and I truly hope I can be at least half of the head of the department Rob has been.”

“I just hope none of them find out why my dad’s so dedicated,” Matt whispered.

“They’re too drunk to think much on it,” Rose smirked.

“They’re not really drunk,” Albus reminded her.

“They’re certainly acting like they are,” Rose pointed out.

A good portion of the adults were acting very drunk. In fact, if Albus hadn’t known about Amy’s charm, he would say they all really were drunk. The weird thing was that everybody was acting drunk. There didn’t seem to be anyone who was thinking there was something wrong with the drinks.

“Let’s go ask Amy about it,” Matt suggested.

Amy was standing nearby, so Albus, Matt, and Rose squeezed their way through the crowd to get to her.

“Amy,” Matt whispered, “Why’s everyone acting normal?

“I don’t know,” she whispered back, “Let’s go look at the drinks.”

James and Cedric were also standing near the drink table, looking nearly as confused as Albus felt about this charm. That was kind of strange.

Amy grabbed a glass of wine and tried it. “Well, it tastes fine, but it’s supposed to.”

“You’ll have to drink a lot more than that to get properly drunk,” Matt grinned.

“I’m not doing that,” Amy rolled her eyes.

“Actually,” James grinned mischievously, “That might get you drunk.”

“What did you do?” Albus groaned.

“Cedric and I added some extra alcohol to that wine,” James whispered.

Albus, Rose, Matt, and Amy burst out laughing. Albus could not believe it. All of their pranks had backfired. The wine was now perfectly normal.

“What’s so funny?” Cedric asked.

“Amy pulled a prank, too,” Albus said.

“I put a charm on all the wine to remove the alcohol, while keeping the taste,” Amy explained, “I did it right when the party started.”

“So much for that prank,” James groaned.

“Now you won’t get in trouble,” Albus pointed out, “Mum’s been watching you two.”

“I know,” James muttered, “That’s why we can’t do it again.”

“What do you want to do now?” Albus asked as James, Cedric, and Amy left.

“Want to explore the Minister’s Mansion?” Matt suggested.

“Is that allowed?” Rose asked skeptically.

“I don’t see why not, I mean, this is my dad’s party,” Matt pointed out, “Plus, we’d just be walking around.”

“Let’s go,” Albus said and lead them out of the ballroom.

It was much quieter in the rest of the house. They started wandering through any rooms that had open doors.

“This place is so bloody fancy,” Albus said.

“It reminds me of my grandparents’ house,” Matt said.

“Their house is this big?” Rose asked.

“Nearly,” Matt replied, “They’ve got a ballroom and everything.”

The three friends wound up in a very large living room filled with antique furniture. There was an oriental carpet on the ground and oak tables and bookshelves around the perimeter. Atop the tables were fancy vases of flowers and crystal sculptures.

“We’d better be careful in here,” Rose said as she walked into the room, “If we break any of this stuff, our parents would murder us.”

“Cinda’s got one of these,” Matt pointed to a crystal swan.

“Don’t touch it!” Rose hissed.

“I wasn’t,” Matt assured her, “I broke Cinda’s once, but Mum fixed it.”

“Look at all these books,” Albus gazed up at one of the bookcases, “Madam Pince would love to get her hands on these.”

“They’re all about politics, though,” Matt pointed out, “Pretty boring.”

“Mum would like them,” Rose said

“I wonder how old this furniture is,” Matt said as he looked at a rather uncomfortable looking armchair.

“Probably older than Aberforth Dumbledore,” Albus replied.

“Hey, Albus, Matt, come here,” Rose said as she looked out the window.

Albus and Matt walked over to the window and leaned over the table that was in front of it.

“What is it?” Albus asked.

“Look, there’s-”

Matt leaned farther over the table and knocked one of the crystal sculptures off. Rose gasped and managed to catch it before it crashed onto the floor.

“Merlin,” Rose whispered as she set it back on the table, “Be careful.”

“Sorry,” Matt replied, “What were you saying?”

“There’s someone sneaking around out there,” Rose said.

Albus peered out the window into the darkness. He could just barely make out a shadow lurking around the bushes. It didn’t look like the person was walking up towards the house to go to the party. Plus, why would he show up three hours late?

“There’s definitely someone out there,” Matt said.

“Let’s go find out who it is,” Albus said. He didn’t have a clue as to who it was, but he wanted to find out. There was no reason for someone to be sneaking around the Minister’s Mansion at this time of night.

“Albus Severus Potter, are you bloody insane?” Rose exclaimed, “I think you are!”

“Look, I just want to go see if we can find out who it is. I’m not saying we should go duel them. Plus, there’s a whole room full of Ministry officials in case whoever is out there is someone bad,” Albus said.

“That’s a good point,” Matt replied, “Why would someone sneak around a house that’s full of Ministry officials, especially when the two top Aurors are inside?”

“I don’t know,” Albus said, “But I want to find out who it is.”

Rose reluctantly agreed and followed Albus and Matt, muttering under her breath. They found the nearest door and went out into the cold night, drawing their wands as they did so.

“If we aren’t killed, we’ll freeze to death,” Rose muttered.

Albus ignored her and started looking around. He stayed close to the house and tried to keep himself concealed in the bushes as he looked for the figure. However, he couldn’t see or hear anything.

“Do you hear anything?” he whispered to Matt.

“No,” Matt replied, “It’s like they disapparated or something.”

“Good,” Rose muttered, “Now let’s go back inside.”

“They could’ve just moved,” Albus pointed out, “Let’s keep going.”

Albus continued creeping around the house, with his wand out in front of him. His heart was beating fast and his hands were sweaty despite the cold. He didn’t want to stop, though. Figuring out who this bloke was was exciting and nerve wracking at the same time.

“Don’t move!” someone shouted and all of a sudden there was a bright light in Albus’s eyes. Wand light.

Rose screamed and grabbed hold of Albus’s arm. Albus held up his own wand, his hand shaking.

“Who are you?” the person shouted.

“Wh-who are y-you?” Albus stammered.

“He sounds familiar,” Matt whispered, “Hang on. Bloody hell, that’s Professor Balladanis!”

Albus thought for a second and the voice did sound a lot like Balladanis. But why would he be sneaking around the Minister’s Mansion?

“Albus Potter, is that you?” the man shouted.

“Er, yes,” Albus replied.

The wand light lowered and Albus heard the man step through the snow towards him. Albus saw that he was indeed Professor Balladanis. He breathed a sigh of relief as Rose let go of his arm.

“Mr. Potter,” Balladanis said and then waved his wand around, “And Miss Weasley, Mr. Eckerton. Oh, I suppose this party is for your father, Mr. Eckerton?”

“Y-yes, sir,” Matt replied.

“What are the three of you doing sneaking around outside in the dead of night? I thought I’d taught you better than that. You’re just asking for trouble,” Balladanis said sternly.

“Told you,” Rose whispered to Albus.

“Er,” Albus began, “We saw someone lurking around out here and went to investigate. I guess that person was you….”

“And you’re lucky it was me,” Balladanis barked, “The three of you could have been dead if that person had been a dark wizard. Now, I’m taking all three of you back inside.”

Albus nodded and followed Balladanis through the snow and towards the door. “Sir,” Albus said, “If you don’t mind my asking, what were you doing outside?”

“If you must know, the Minister asked me to check the grounds in order to make sure nobody was lurking around,” Balladanis replied.

That did nothing but spark Albus’s curiosity even more. He knew better than to press further, though. Balladanis was not one to explain his motives.
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A/N: Thanks to my beta, Dancer_of_Starlight, as well as everyone who has read and reviewed this!

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Disclaimer- I don’t own Harry Potter.
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It was nearing midnight when Albus, Matt, and Rose re-entered the building, escorted by Professor Balladanis. Albus had been hoping the professor would just see them to the door and then continue his search of the perimeter, but instead he went back to the ballroom with them and marched them right up to Harry.

“Potter,” Balladanis interrupted the conversation Harry had been having with some wizard Albus didn’t know, “I found your son, your niece, and their friend wandering around outside.”

“Albus,” Harry groaned, “I thought we made it clear that you were to stay inside.”

“I’ll leave them with you,” Balldanis said, “Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year,” Harry replied, “And thanks.”

Balladanis disappeared into the crowd and Albus shifted uncomfortably as his dad stared at him for a few moments.

“Care to explain?” Harry raised an eyebrow.

“We were just, er, exploring,” Albus muttered.

“Don’t do it again,” Harry sighed.

“We won’t,” Albus assured him.

Harry went back to his conversation and Albus lead his friends back to the buffet.

“I hope you’ve learned your lesson,” Rose muttered, “I am not doing that again.”

“We won’t do it again. Not tonight, that is,” Albus grinned.

“10!” someone shouted.

Albus looked at the nearest clock and saw that it was almost midnight. Everyone else joined in the countdown, holding their glasses of champagne in the air. Amy joined Albus, Rose, and Matt.

“3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!” Albus shouted along with everyone else.

The crowd began to thin out a little while later. Most of the people Albus didn’t know left, along with his Uncle Percy, Aunt Corrine, and his cousins. Albus’s parents didn’t look like they were in any hurry to leave, so he got a plate of the leftover desserts and at them with his friends.

Rose’s family and Amy left, and then it was just the Potters, Matt, his parents, the Minister, and his wife left. All the adults were talking, James was teasing Lily about something, and Albus and Matt were finishing off the last of the desserts.

“Do you think there’s any way for Hogwarts to win the Quidditch tournament?” Matt asked as he polished off a piece of chocolate cake.

“Only if Linda’s sick the day of one of the matches,” Albus sighed.

“Maybe that’ll happen,” Matt said, “You never know.”

“Al, we’ve got to go,” Ginny tapped him on the shoulder.

“Ok, Mum,” Albus replied and then turned back to Matt, “I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah, see you on the train,” Matt said.

Albus waved goodbye and then joined his mum, dad, James, and Lily. They all said congratulations to Matt’s dad and then left the Minister’s Mansion. Albus peered into the bushes as he left, but there was no sign of Professor Balladanis.

******

The remainder of the Christmas holiday went by very slow for Albus. He did all his homework, which was quite boring, and there was nothing to do after that. Rose was visiting her other grandparents and James was at Nathan’s house. Even Kaden was busy visiting his grandparents (Vernon and Petunia). He sent Albus a letter complaining about it, since the visit was also with Aunt Marge. Albus was very grateful that he didn’t have to go. Neither of his parents had mentioned anything about visiting with Vernon and Petunia again.

Finally the day to return to school arrived and the Potters made it to Platform 9 ¾ just in time. Albus found all his friends in one of the compartments and once they kicked Lily, Ashtyn, and Hugo out, they told each other about their holidays.

“Aunt Marge has got to be the most horrible aunt in the entire world,” Kaden fumed, “My dad told her about magic a few months ago and she’s been awful ever since. I mean, she was always kind of horrible, but now she’s worse. She just hates magic so much. She’s worse than my grandparents.”

“Wow,” Albus replied, “Glad I’ve never met her.”

“Consider yourself lucky,” Kaden muttered, “I’m guessing you lot had better holidays?”

“We found Professor Balladanis lurking around the Minister’s Mansion,” Albus announced.

“What?” John, Kaden, and Amanda shouted at the same time.

“I saw someone sneaking around outside and Albus insisted we go investigate,” Rose said, “Turns out it was Balladanis and the Minister had apparently asked him to check the grounds for trouble.”

“Did he find you?” John asked.

“Yeah,” Albus nodded, “He wasn’t to happy either.”

“Told us we could’ve been killed,” Matt explained.

“Well, we could’ve,” Rose muttered.

“Weird though,” John said, “Why would the Minister think someone would be hiding around his house?”

“Doesn’t he have guards around anyway?” Amanda asked, “The Muggle Minister does.”

“Again, that’s why it’s weird,” John replied, “He does have guards.”

“Why would he ask Balladanis anyway?” Matt asked, “Why not ask an Auror? Balladanis is a professor.”

“He hasn’t always been,” Albus pointed out, “He had some sort of mysterious job before.”

“Again, weird,” John said.

“Yeah, there were a bunch of Aurors at the party, not to mention Albus’s dad,” Matt pointed out.

“That settles it,” John announced, “Albus, you’ve got to find out what he did before he started teaching Defense?”

“Why me?” Albus asked.

“Because you’ve got those special dueling lessons with him. He likes you for some reason. Of course, he also likes Malfoy. But that’s probably just because Malfoy’s a good dueler, too,” John explained.

“I’ll try,” Albus sighed, “But I really don’t think he’ll tell me.”

“You never know,” John said.

******

“Quiet, quiet!” Balladanis shouted the following Tuesday, their first day of Defense after the holiday.

Albus immediately stopped talking to Matt and John and turned to face Balladanis. He was really hoping that the professor would say nothing about what happened at the party and so far Balladanis was showing no recollection of it.

“I trust you all had superb holidays,” Balladanis said, “But the holidays are over and although I am sure none of you thought a bit about defensive magic during said holidays, it is now time to commence that thinking once again.

“First, I’ll say that there is no time to not be thinking about defensive magic, as the dark arts do not take breaks for trivial things such as holidays.

“Second, in this term we will begin to explore creatures far more dangerous than hinkypunks and kappas. In this term we shall learn about those terrifying creatures such as acromantulas, basilisks, werewolves, dragons, and vampires.”

Albus couldn’t help but glance at Linda when Balladanis said vampires. Balladanis had glanced at her as well, and he also glanced at Matt when he said werewolves. Of course, he had looked at Albus when he said basilisks, so it didn’t necessarily mean anything, but Albus had a feeling it did.

“As the headmaster would find it highly inappropriate for a dragon to manifest itself in this classroom, we shall not be using the anamatek as often this term,” Balladanis continued, “But we will be using it a few times. You will find that there are more lectures in this term, much to my dislike. There is nothing I would like better than to teach you about acromantulas and werewolves with practical lessons, but there are both laws and school rules that prevent such lessons.”

Albus and Matt glanced at each other. It was official. Professor Balladanis was insane. What kind of teacher would want to teach about dragons with live dragons? Well, Hagrid would, but he wasn’t the same as Balladanis.

“Take out some parchment,” Balladanis said, “We’re going to begin learning about acromantulas today….”

The rest of the day went by relatively quickly. Albus actually did not have Quiditch practice that night, so everyone went to the Marauder’s Den after dinner.

“Divination is such a joke,” John said as he tossed his bag onto the floor and collapsed onto a couch, “We started crystal ball gazing today. All I saw was a load of fog.”

“I told you not to take it,” Rose said as she pulled a stack of books out of her own bag.

“I didn’t think it would be this bad,” John groaned, “There is no way anyone could see anything in a crystal ball.”

“Palmistry was better,” Amanda said, “And Trelawney makes the whole thing worse.”

“Trelawney could make Defense bad,” Albus replied.

“Balladanis told us that he wished he could teach us about dark creatures using the anamatek,” Rose said, “Seriously, he wanted a basilisk to appear in the middle of the classroom.”

“That would be stupid,” Kaden said as he unwrapped a Chocolate Frog, “Those can kill you with their eyes.”

“I know,” Rose said, “Balladanis is insane.”

“Do you think that anamatek could turn into a werewolf if the moon wasn’t full?” John asked.

“Probably not,” Matt answered, “It would just be a wolf. I think it would just be a wolf any other time of the month, too, because there’s no way it could turn someone into a werewolf by biting them.”

“That’s good,” Albus said, “Because he did say that he’d use the anamatek a few times this term. Wonder if he’ll have it turn into a vampire.”

“No need,” John laughed, “We’ve got Linda.”

“If you think of it that way, there’s no point to have it turn into a fake werewolf either,” Rose pointed out.

“Good point, I guess,” John muttered.

******

The rest of the week went by quickly. Albus had Quidditch practice Thursday evening, and Wood informed the whole team that they’d gotten rusty over the holiday. He also told them that the next match was in two weeks and they’d be playing New York. If they won, they’d be in second place.

Albus had a dueling lesson with Balladanis the following evening and he had absolutely no idea how he was going to ask what Balladanis’s previous job had been.

Albus arrived at Balladanis’s room before Malfoy and entered to find Balladanis clearing all of the desks from the middle of the room.

“Mr. Potter,” Balladanis turned around and greeted Albus, “Is it safe to assume that you did not go wandering about late at night alone after New Year’s?”

“Yes, sir,” Albus muttered as he felt his face turn red. He was quite glad Malfoy wasn’t there yet.

“Mr. Malfoy,” Balladanis said as Malfoy walked into the room, “Now we may begin. I have decided that your understanding of the Protego charm is satisfactory so we are going to move on to something else.

“This particular charm, when performed correctly, manages to disarm and disorient a person at the same time. The sensation is often described as dizziness. Can either of you tell me what why this charm would be more useful than a standard disarming spell?”

“Because it’s easier to duel someone who’s dizzy than someone who isn’t,” Malfoy said.

“More specifically than that,” Balladanis said, “Mr. Potter?”

“Er, because you can get the person tied up while they’re disoriented? If they’re a dark wizard you’re trying to catch,” Albus replied.

“Another good reason, but not the one I was thinking of,” Balladanis began to walk slowly around the room, “Wizards who are expecting to have to duel other wizards often keep multiple wands on their person. There are spells that can be performed on these wands to keep them attached to your robes or your actual body, spells that Expelliarmus won’t overcome easily. However, these spells require constant concentration.

“If a wizard is hit with the charm I am about to teach you, they will lose the concentration necessary to keep their extra wands affixed. Then, you can use Expelliarmus to get the extra wands.”

“Can you teach us that charm to keep extra wands in our robes?” Malfoy asked.

“Perhaps towards the end of the year. It takes immense concentration and magical energy to simultaneously perform that charm while dueling someone,” Balladanis explained, “For now, you will learn the charm to disarm and disorient a person at the same time.

“The incantation is ‘Confundo-Expelliarmus’. A combination of Confundus and Expelliarmus. Mr. Malfoy, you will go first. When I say so, perform the charm against Mr. Potter. Mr. Potter, you may try and stop him using the Protego charm I taught you earlier.”

Albus nodded, wishing he had been chosen to perform the new charm first, and faced Malfoy. He held his wand up and muttered ‘Protego’ under his breath. He focused all of his concentration on holding the shield up.

“Now, Mr. Malfoy,” Balladanis muttered.

“Confundo-Expelliarmus!” Malfoy shouted.

Albus felt the charm hit his shield, but it didn’t break through. He gripped his wand harder and stared at Malfoy.

“Keep going,” Balladanis said to Malfoy.

“Confundo-Expelliarmus!” Malfoy shouted again.

The charm hit Albus’s shield a little harder this time. Albus could feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Malfoy kept going and it took him five times to break through Albus’s shield. When it happened, Albus felt his wand leave his hand and was overcome by a wave of dizziness at the same time. He felt exactly like he had when he had gotten the flu the previous year, only without the fever.

Albus didn’t pay any attention to what Malfoy and Balladanis were doing. He felt like he was going to pass out and he had to sit down. He sat down right on the floor and was vaguely aware of Balladanis standing over him.

Then, all of a sudden, the dizziness was gone. Albus shook his head and then looked up and saw Balladanis and Malfoy standing in front of him. Malfoy looked impressed and Balladanis looked like he always did.

“You did quite well with that shield,” Balladanis said as Albus stood up, “And I think it’s safe to assume that you couldn’t have held concentration for any spells after Mr. Malfoy succeeded in breaking your shield.”

“No, sir,” Albus shook his head.

“Normally the charm’s effects would have lasted longer, but I performed the counter-curse because it looked like you were ready to pass out,” Balladanis explained, “When you’re ready, you can try the charm.”

“I’m ready,” Albus said as he took his wand back from Malfoy.

Balladanis gave Malfoy a few seconds to get his shield up and then nodded at Albus to perform the charm.

“Confundo-Expelliarmus!” Albus shouted. As he expected, the charm did not break Malfoy’s shield.

Much to Albus’s delight, he managed to break the shield on the fourth try. One less try than Malfoy had needed for Albus.

The charm hit Malfoy in the chest and his wand soared towards Albus. Albus caught it and watched as Malfoy bent over and fell to the ground, much like Albus himself had done.

Balladanis gave Albus one of his rare smiles and then pulled out his own wand. He waved it at Malfoy and Malfoy looked up.

“That was weird,” Malfoy muttered.

“It’s supposed to be,” Balladanis said, “Now get up and we’ll do it again.”

Balladanis kept them at it for the better part of an hour, past when Albus would have liked to quit. It was exhausting to be hit with that spell time after time while trying to hold up a shield charm. Malfoy didn’t seem to be faring much better and Albus thought he was even going to ask Balladanis to stop after a half hour, but Malfoy closed his mouth, obviously thinking better of it.

The practice wasn’t for nothing, though. Albus managed to hold Malfoy off longer and longer each time and although Malfoy was getting better at the shield charm as well, Albus broke through it a few more times.

“That’s enough for tonight,” Balladanis finally said after he performed the countercurse on Albus for what must have been the tenth time that night, “I’ll see you in class on Tuesday.”

Malfoy made a beeline for the door, but Albus turned to Balladanis instead. He might as well just get it over with. There was no good way to ask Balladanis what his previous job had been. He just had to do it.

“Er, Sir,” Albus began, “I was just wondering, what did you do before you began teaching here?”

Balladanis gave Albus the strangest look he had ever seen. It was a mixture of anger, sadness, and even regret. For a moment, Albus wished he hadn’t asked. It was too personal. He should have just told John they wouldn’t be able to find out.

“Now is not the time,” Balladanis said quietly, “All in good time, I will tell you.”

Albus was taken aback. That was more than he had expected. He had thought Balladanis would have told him to mind his own business and get back to Gryffindor Tower before curfew. Albus was going to find out, he was just going to have to be patient.

Albus left the room as quickly as he could in his exhausted state, before Balladanis could change his mind about eventually telling Albus about his previous career. The walk back to Gryffindor Tower seemed longer than usual and all Albus wanted to do was collapse into bed when he finally got there.

Instead, he was ambushed by all of his friends. All five of them looked shocked and Amanda looked like she was going to be sick. He looked around the common room and saw that most people looked shocked and everyone was subdued. There was no joking around going on. Even James was quietly sitting at one of the tables.

“What happened?” Albus whispered as he followed them back to their usual table.

Rose opened her mouth to speak and then closed her eyes, unable to do so. Albus turned to John and raised his eyebrows.

“You know that bloke who owns Dervish and Banges?” John asked quietly.

Albus nodded, having seen the man on numerous occasions when he was in Hogsmeade. He was slightly older than Albus’s parents, with greying hair and a very intense personality. He never hesitated to make his opinions known

“Someone killed him,” John said in barely more than a whisper.

“Wh-what?” Albus turned to look at all his friends in turn. Matt nodded ever so slightly and then put his head on his hands.

“Must’ve just happened,” John said, “They just found him. Madam Rosmerta heard a commotion and Flooed here, to get the Auror on duty. By the time they got back, his shop was a complete mess inside and he was laying dead on the floor. Avada Kedavra. They’re searching Hogsmeade, the forest, the grounds, and the school. Nobody’s allowed out of their common rooms and dormitories.”

“We thought Balladanis would bring you back here when it happened,” Rose said.

“Nobody even came in to tell us,” Albus replied, still in shock.

People weren’t just randomly killed in Hogsmeade. That sort of thing just didn’t happen anymore. Not since Voldemort had been defeated. Well, Professor Torro had been killed back before his first year and then that one witch from the Ministry had been killed over Christmas, but their killers had never been found and nothing had happened since.

“Why would anyone kill him?” Matt wondered aloud.

“Why would anyone kill anyone?” Rose replied.

The portrait hole opened and all the whispering stopped. Everyone looked to see who came in. It was Professor Longbottom, looking worse for the wear. His robes were disheveled and his tie was askew.

“Aurors are still searching the castle and the grounds,” he told them, “I suggest you all try and get some sleep. The search will be long over by morning, so you will be free to leave the common room then.”

Albus and his friends looked at each other after Longbottom left. They wordlessly went up to their dormitories, Kaden going with Albus instead of to the second years’ dorm. Nobody said anything as he curled up on the floor with one of Albus’s spare blankets. Albus got into bed and stared at the ceiling. He had been so exhausted earlier, but now there was no way he’d get much sleep that night.
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A/N: Thanks to my beta, Dancer_of_Starlight, as well as all the awesome readers and reviewers!

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Disclaimer- I don’t own Harry Potter.
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Lunch was very subdued the next day. Most people had slept quite late since it was a Saturday. Every student of Hogwarts had their nose in a copy of the Prophet, be it their own or a friend’s. The staff table looked the same, with every professor either reading the Prophet or whispering with another professor, no doubt about what they’d read.

Albus was reading Georgia’s Prophet as she had finished with it and made a mental note to start subscribing himself. All of his friends were peering over his shoulders. Even Linda was hovering around them, a foot or so away.

HOGSMEADE SHOPKEEPER MURDERED

A disturbance in Dervish and Banges late
yesterday evening that sent one Hogsmeade
resident to Hogwarts to find the Auror on
duty lead to the discovery of the death
of a shopkeeper.

Leroy Wisander, 42, the ten-year owner of
Dervish and Banges was pronounced dead
on the scene by Ministry Aurors yesterday
evening. His shop had been broken into
and it showed signs of a struggle.
Wisander was discovered in the middle of
destroyed merchandise with his wand
laying a few feet away. Aurors confirmed
that he was killed with the killing curse.

An extensive search of Hogsmeade, the
forest, Hogwarts, and its grounds turned
up nothing despite the hours Aurors spent
searching. No fingerprints were found on
the scene.

Aurors will be devoting time to finding
Wisander’s killer and a possible motive.

Leroy Wisander had owned Dervish and Banges
for a little over ten years, when he
purchased the shop from its previous owners
who retired. However, Wisander is more
known for the scathing editorials he writes
for this very newspaper.

Anyone who knew Wisander knew he was a man
of very strong opinion and did not hesitate
to let others know his opinions. His most
recent editorials have explored the subject
of werewolf, vampire, and other so called
‘half-breeds’ rights. Aurors have declined
comment on whether they believe Wisander’s
editorials are a possible motive for his
murder. Wisander’s obituary can be found
on page five.

Albus set the paper down and his friends all resumed their seats. Nobody said a word for a few minutes. Albus didn’t know what to think. The article certainly made it seem like Wisander was killed because of his beliefs. However, it didn’t exactly say what his beliefs were. Albus hadn’t ever read any of his editorials, so he couldn’t say either.

“What kind of editorials did he write?” Matt asked quietly.

“I have no idea,” Albus replied, looking at his friend whose face was quite pale, “Want to go to the room?”

“Yeah,” Matt nodded, “I’m not really hungry.”

Albus got up and was followed by all of his friends. John and Kaden each grabbed a stack of toast before leaving. Even Rose and Amanda went with them instead of going off to study with Linda.

“Have any of you read his editorials?” Matt asked as soon as they were in the Marauder’s Den.

Nobody had read them. Not even Rose. Matt sighed and collapsed onto one of the couches. “I’ve got to find out what they were about. I don’t even know which would be better, him being for or against werewolf rights. If he’s for them, that means some bloke is on the loose killing people for wanting werewolf rights.”

Matt didn’t even have to continue for Albus to know why that worried him. Matt’s dad was possibly the biggest proponent of werewolf rights in all of Britain and everyone knew it. If someone had been killed just for writing about werewolf rights, what would happen to someone who was actually passing laws for them?

“That might not be why Wisander was killed,” Rose pointed out.

“Why else would someone have killed him?” Matt asked, “He was just a shop owner in Hogsmeade.”

“Why did someone kill Professor Torro?” John replied, “He wasn’t even writing any editorials or anything.”

“To scare people,” Albus said quietly, “The Defense teacher position used to be cursed, back when our parents were in school.”

“Well, I don’t think you should worry until you find out what the editorials are about,” Rose said to Matt.

“The other option isn’t much better,” Matt muttered, “If he didn’t write editorials for werewolf rights, then he wrote them against them.”

Albus thought Matt had a point, but he kept his mouth shut. Any way you looked at it, this murder pointed to the fact that things were changing. Aurors had been patrolling Hogwarts for months, but Albus had quickly adjusted to that and didn’t really think much about it, but maybe there was more happening outside of Hogwarts than Albus was aware of.

“Let’s go to the library,” Rose said as she stood up, “They’ll have old copies of the Prophet there.”

Everyone agreed with this and they set off to the library. When they arrived, they were surprised to find how crowded it was. Usually Saturdays were the days everyone put off their homework and then Sundays were spent in the library.

Once they stepped inside, Albus saw that everyone was looking through old copies of the Prophet. Nearly every table had a few newspapers on it and a few students poring over them. Madam Pince was bustling about, no doubt worrying about whether the students would rip her precious newspapers.

“Might not be any left,” John muttered.

“This is good,” Albus replied, “Now it won’t look suspicious for us to be investigating.”

John was almost right. There was a very small stack of newspapers left. Albus grabbed them all and then they went to a secluded table towards the back of the library. Albus, Matt, and Rose each took a newspaper while John, Kaden, and Amanda played tic-tac-toe on a spare bit of parchment.

Albus leafed through his newspaper, which was about two years old, until he got to the editorial section. In the very middle, in the biggest font, was an editorial by Leroy Wisander.

HEALERS, BREWERS TO BLAME, NOT MINISTRY OFFICIALS

As I was locking up my shop last night,
I noticed that it was a full moon. I
could not help but think of the poor
people plagued with lycanthropy
currently shut up while attacking
themselves.

Now, I know what you all are thinking.
Wolfsbane. The stuff works miracles
if taken correctly. However, it does
no good if it’s sitting in St. Mungo’s
and not being used by witches and
wizards with lycanthropy.

The stuff is expensive. I myself did
the calculations and discovered that
it would be extremely difficult for
anyone with a low income to afford it.

And what kind of jobs are lycanthropes
often stuck with? Menial, low-paying
ones. The jobs where they make hardly
enough money to pay the rent and buy
food, let alone purchase a potion that
could alter their lives for the better.

I am absolutely appalled that Healers
and potion brewers charge for this
important potion. They must be making
a nice profit. They can use the profits
to take extravagant holidays while the
poor witches and wizards who buy it
struggle to afford it.

There is only so much Ministry officials
can do. Head of Werewolf Support Services,
Walter Eckerton, says he would love to
give away free Wolfsbane, but there just
isn’t room for it in the budget.

What do I propose? I propose that Healers
and potion brewers give it away for free.
They have the abilities to brew it, not
the Ministry. Most Healers claim to love
helping people, but often it is those who
need it most, such as those with lycanthropy,
are often forced to go without, all because
those with the abilities to brew it like
to have a little extra spending money.

“Nothing in this one,” Rose said as she shoved hers aside.

“This one’s got one about vampires,” Matt said as he set his paper on top of Rose’s.

“Read this,” Albus handed Matt his paper, “Wisander even mentions your dad.”

Matt took the paper and he and Rose began to read it. John, Amanda, and Kaden peered over as well. Albus sat and waited while they read.

“Let’s go back to the room,” Matt said as soon as he’d finished reading it.

Albus nodded and they returned the newspapers and walked as fast as they could back to the Marauder’s Den.

“Bloody Hell, that bloke must have had so many enemies!” John shouted as soon as they were back.

“I know,” Albus agreed, “And that one’s from two years ago. Imagine what he’s written recently.”

“Why did he have to mention my dad?” Matt groaned, “He made it sound like my dad agrees with that editorial and he definitely doesn’t.”

“He was just trying to stir something up,” Rose replied, “And look where it got him.”

“Healers aren’t like that. Most of the ones I’ve met would give away free Wolfsbane, but it’s more complicated that that. The ingredients are expensive and it takes forever to brew. Not to mention how difficult it is. There aren’t many Healers who can brew it and even most brewers can’t brew it,” Matt explained.

“That bloke didn’t know the half of it,” John agreed, “My dad’s a Healer and he’d love to give away free potions. It just doesn’t work that way.”

“My dad’s linked with that bloke,” Matt said quietly, “And now that he’s head of the entire department, he’ll be passing more laws. Whoever killed Wisander’s not going to be happy.”

“Your dad’s a really good wizard, though,” Albus pointed out to his worried friend, “Plus he works at the Ministry, where there are loads of Aurors milling about. And your house is more protected than any other house I’ve seen, well, except the Minister’s Mansion.”

“I know, but it’s still not good,” Matt sighed.

Albus couldn’t argue with that. Something was going on outside of Hogwarts. Something far more important than the Quidditch tournament and the dueling tournament.

******

Albus and his friends scoured the Daily Prophet every morning the following week. Every day there was an article about Wisander, the investigation, or both. So far the investigation had turned up nothing. The Aurors had questioned quite a few people, namely those very outspoken against werewolf and vampire rights, but the search had proved fruitless.

The articles about Wisander were far more interesting. It seemed that his editorial about Wolfsbane Potion was one of the tamer ones. Each day little pieces of his various editorials were being published. In one, he stated the reasons why werewolves shouldn’t be locked up on full moons. The reasons were quite absurd, but the Prophet had printed it anyway. Another editorial talked about why vampires should be allowed access to humans to bite. He suggested using prisoners and allowing vampires to suck them dry. Thus helping vampires and reducing prison costs at the same time.

“I reckon this bloke was off his rocker,” John announced at breakfast the following Sunday. He had just finished reading an article about how Wisander spent a year living with a vampire tribe in Turkey when he was young. They were some of the few people actually up at an early hour, as Albus had Quidditch practice and John had a morning detention with Filch for putting dungbombs in the toilets in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom the previous day.

“That’s a nice way of putting it,” Albus said as he served himself more eggs.

“What are you doing after Quidditch practice?” John asked.

“After Quidditch?” Albus laughed, “You mean, I’m going to get to leave eventually? Wood won’t make us practice for the next week? I thought he was going to keep going until the actual match on Saturday.”

“He’s got to let you out for class,” John grinned.

“What a shame,” Albus rolled his eyes, “Anyway, I’ll probably have to do homework, since practice will go until late. How about you? Any plans for after detention?”

“Thought I might earn another detention,” John grinned, “But Kaden’s busy with chess club this afternoon-”

“Wait,” Albus nearly choked on his juice, “Kaden joined the chess club? Kaden? Kaden Dursley?”

“Know any other Kadens?” John laughed, “Rose said they want to teach him how to play properly, you know, like a challenge of sorts.”

“I’ll tell Rose good luck with that,” Albus said.

“Yeah, so both Kaden and Rose will be busy with that. Not that Rose would want to earn detention with me anyway. And Amanda’s doing something with Linda today, homework, I think. And I doubt Matt will be up for doing anything,” John continued.

“Right,” Albus said, remembering that the full moon was that night, “But you did the dungbombs on your own.”

“But it’s not as fun,” John sighed, “I guess I’ll just hang around the den with Matt. I can have a nice one-sided conversation.”

“You can do your homework,” Albus told him.

“Nope, I’m waiting until you get back for that,” John said.

“Well, have fun in your detention. I’ve got to get to practice,” Albus said as he got up.

There were a few choice words Albus had for practice that day. Long, grueling, and intense. Wood was in his finest form as he ordered the team to do drills hour after hour. He seemed to get more and more stressed as the day wore on.

James did a lot of one-on-one training with Teddy and Albus was more than a little envious. Teddy was a much more patient captain than Wood was and yelled a whole lot less. Tyler Pike mostly helped Wood.

Wood let them have a short break for lunch, making sure they knew to come back afterwards. Albus heard the Slytherins on the team talking about skipping out of the rest of practice, but they were back on the pitch at the time Wood told them to be.

The afternoon was very similar to the morning and Albus found that he could tune out Wood’s yelling quite easily. It was similar to tuning out his mum’s yelling.

Practice finally ended at three, when the New York team walked onto the pitch and demanded they leave, because they had booked the pitch for three o’clock that day.

“Remember, practice Tuesday evening!” Wood shouted as the whole team rushed to get off the pitch.

Albus trudged back to the castle tired and shivering. He went straight to Gryffindor Tower and took a very long, hot shower and then set off to find his friends.

Rose, Amanda, and Linda were in the common room, but the boys weren’t. Albus figured they were in the Marauder’s Den and set off to look for them after saying a quick hello to the girls.

John and Kaden were in the middle of a heated game of Exploding Snap when Albus walked into the Marauder’s Den a few minutes later. John’s face was full of ash, but Kaden’s was quite clean. There was also a big grin on his face which contrasted the scowl on John’s face. Matt was laying on the couch facing them, like he had been watching the game, but he was sound asleep.

“Albus!” Kaden shouted, “How was practice?”

“Grueling. Wood’s ten times worse than Georgia. Five hours we were out there. Five bloody hours in the cold!” Albus groaned as he collapsed onto the other couch.

“Better than scrubbing Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom with a toothbrush,” John muttered, “I don’t know what was worse, the scrubbing or listening to Myrtle.”

“All three of you are so cheery today,” Kaden said, “So many complaints.”

“Can you blame us?” Albus muttered.

“No, not really,” Kaden shrugged.

“How was chess?” Albus asked.

“I got beaten by every single person in the chess club,” Kaden shook his head, “But they think I have potential.”

“Albus,” John said as the cards blew up in his face again, “Have you done that Defense essay?

“No,” Albus groaned.

“I need your help,” John said as he got up and started digging around in his bag.

Albus groaned again and fished around in his own bag for his Defense book. Balladanis wanted a foot long essay about basilisks, which were the current dark creature of the week.

John sat down at the table while Albus lay on the couch. He just couldn’t bring himself to get up and do his essay. Instead, he mumbled answers to John whenever he asked a question.

“Do you hatch the chicken egg under a frog or a toad?” John asked.

“Toad,” Albus mumbled.

“You know, I could pull a Rose and tell you to do your essay,” John replied.

“Don’t even bother,” Albus said. Even Rose wouldn’t be able to get him off the couch.

“Quidditch seems less grueling than football,” Kaden commented, “I mean, you fly, you don’t run.”

Albus lifted his head up and glared at Kaden. “Wood had us doing push-ups and running laps.”

“Really?” Kaden sounded surprised, “Why?”

“To get us into shape after the holiday,” Albus answered, “So yes, Quidditch is a lot of work.”

“Ok, ok,” Kaden muttered as he located some of his own homework.

Albus managed to get in a somewhat comfortable position on the couch and wrote his essay with his book and parchment perched on his knees. It beat sitting at the table; at least he was able to sort of lie down.

A few hours later both Albus and John had their essays completed. Kaden was still scribbling furiously on whatever homework he was working on.

“We should probably wake him up,” Albus gestured to Matt, who had not moved one muscle since Albus had came back from practice.

John got up and began to prod Matt’s arm. It took a good two minutes for Matt to open his eyes.

“It’s nearly six,” John told him.

“Then I should probably go,” Matt mumbled, “Oh, Albus, you’re back from practice.”

“Yeah,” Albus nodded, “It was really long, though.”

“I’ll go with you to the hospital wing,” John said and Matt did not object. Albus assured him they’d visit him the next day and then they left, leaving Albus and Kaden alone in the room.

John returned a little while later and the three of them went down to dinner. They returned to the Marauder’s Den afterwards and John and Kaden continued working on their homework while Albus slept on the couch.

******

“Albus, get up!”

Albus mumbled something incoherently and rolled over in his bed. It felt far too early to wake up.

“Albus!” Whoever was shouting was now prodding him in the side.

Albus opened his eyes and saw Teddy standing over his bed. A glance at the clock told him that, yes, it was far too early to wake up. It was six in the morning. On a Saturday. Yes, it was the day of the Quidditch match against New York, but that wasn’t until one o’clock and Albus was only a reserve player anyway.

“Albus, you’d better get up now. Wood’s in the common room,” Teddy whispered.

That got Albus’s attention. His eyes shot back open and he sat up. “What?”

“Fielding’s sick,” Teddy told him, “You’re playing today.”

Now Albus was wide awake. “Seriously? What about O’delle?” Hailey O’delle was the other reserve Chaser, a seventh year Slytherin.

“She’s sick, too,” Teddy explained, “The two of them are going out, so it doesn’t surprise me.”

Albus took that to mean that Teddy thought they were snogging and one got the other sick.

“I’ll be down in two minutes,” Albus muttered.

Teddy nodded and left. Albus threw on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans before running down to the common room, where he found Oliver Wood pacing in front of the empty fire.

“Albus,” he said as soon as Albus stepped into the common room, “You’re playing Chaser today.”

Albus nodded and sat down for what was sure to be a very long speech. Wood paused and then launched into an explanation of tactics, which Albus had already heard during practices that week. He couldn’t figure out why he had to be woken up at six to be told he was playing. Wood could have accomplished the same thing at ten.

Wood and Teddy left after Wood finished lecturing Albus and Albus considered going back to bed, but as he was wide awake, it would be pointless.

Part of Wood’s speech had been on the weather, which was cold and slightly snowy. Could be worse, Albus thought. At least there wasn’t a blizzard. The conditions were very similar to those they had been practicing in all week.

Albus sat in the common room reading a book he found laying around until his friends got up around ten.

“There you are,” Matt, who was looking significantly better than he had a few days ago, said, “What time did you get up?”

“Six,” Albus muttered, “Teddy got me up. Wood had to tell me I’m playing Chaser today.”

“What?” Matt shouted, “That’s brilliant!”

“This is great, Albus!” John grinned, “But why?”

“Fielding’s sick and so is the other reserve Chaser,” Albus explained, “I’m just glad we’re playing New York and not Australia.”

Albus went to the Great Hall to eat lunch with his friends, but he wasn’t really hungry. He didn’t think he had ever been more nervous for a Quidditch match. This was a really important match, as Wood had pointed out numerous times. If they won by a wide enough margin, they’d be in second place.

Word had gotten around that Albus was playing in the match and numerous people came over to the Gryffindor table to wish Albus luck.

“Al,” Harry sat down next to Albus.

“Dad,” Albus smiled. He hadn’t been sure if his dad was coming to the match or not.

“I’ll be watching the whole time. I’m sure you’re going to do great. Just think of it as a match against another house. Ravenclaw, I guess, since their robes are blue,” Harry grinned, “Good luck.”

“Thanks,” Albus replied.

Albus left with the rest of the Hogwarts team a few minutes later. All his friends wished him good luck as he left the Hall.

Nobody talked much as they changed into their robes. Everyone sat down afterwards, ready for Wood’s pre-match speech.

However, Wood seemed to be all speeched out. He merely said that they’d trained well and to give it their all. Albus was a little shocked by the shortness of the speech, but quickly got over it as he walked out onto the pitch.
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A/N: Thanks to my beta, Dancer_of_Starlight, as well as all the awesome people who have read and reviewed this!

Also, I wrote a new song fic! It’s from Snape’s point of view, as I wanted to try something different. It’s on my Author Page if you want to check it out!

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Ten minutes into the match, Albus decided there were four types of Quidditch in the world. Casual Quidditch, like what he played with his cousins; school Quidditch; professional Quidditch; and then there was the type of Quidditch he was playing now.

It was a combination of school Quidditch and professional Quidditch. The crowd was louder, the players more determined, and the stakes were higher than a normal school Quidditch match.

Albus dodged one of the New York Chasers and flew up to catch the Quaffle, which had been dropped by Waverly as he had been hit by a bludger. As soon as Albus had the Quaffle, he was flanked by the other two New York Chasers.

Albus pushed his broom to fly faster and held the Quaffle tighter to his chest. Then he plunged down to the ground, where nobody else was flying. He was back up high two minutes later when he had reached the New York goal posts. After dodging a Bludger, he threw the Quaffle into the left goal post. The Keeper was too slow and the Quaffle soared through.

“Potter of Hogwarts has scored!” Todd Smith shouted, “40-30 Hogwarts!”

James grinned at Albus as he flew past. Albus smiled to himself and joined Waverly and Reilly, who were waiting for New York’s Keeper to throw the Quaffle out. That had been his first goal of the match.

The Quaffle continued to exchange hands quickly as the match went on. An hour later there was still no sign of the Snitch and both teams were neck in neck as far as points went. New York was up by ten.

Albus scored a few more goals and he began to relax a little. The match began to feel more like a school match and less like a professional match, even though the stakes were still high.

Wood had repeated over and over again that they had to be up by at least fifty points when James caught the Snitch, or they wouldn’t be able to overtake New York as far as overall points went.

“New York’s Seeker has seen the Snitch!” Smith announced.

Albus, who had been following one of New York’s Chasers (the one who had the Quaffle), turned around and saw that their Seeker was making a beeline for the top of Hogwarts’ middle goal.

James noticed as well and flew straight at the hoop. He had been significantly closer than New York’s Seeker and flew away from the hoop with the struggling Snitch in his hand.

The crowd roared and James held the Snitch high above his head. Both teams flew to the ground and Albus saw the pained look on Wood’s face. They hadn’t won by enough to be in second place overall.

“I had no choice!” James shouted to him, “She was going to get it!”

Wood nodded in agreement, but he still looked disappointed. Albus chose to ignore this and helped the rest of the team to hoist James onto all of their shoulders.

“To update everyone on the points, the Australian School of Sorcery is in first place. New York and Hogwarts are currently tied for second. The next match will take place at the end of February!” Smith told the crowd.

Albus didn’t meet up with his friends until they were back in the common room. Teddy had gone to Hogsmeade and a party was currently underway in the Gryffindor common room. Teddy informed everyone that the three other houses were hosting parties as well. The students from New York who had been sorted into Gryffindor, including their Seeker, were sulking in a corner.

“I think that was your best match yet,” John said to Albus as they settled down at their usual table.

“I think so, too,” Albus agreed, “I kind of wish I could play in the next match.”

“Maybe Fielding will still be sick,” John said.

“Doubt it,” Albus replied, “Plus, I’m sure O’delle will get first dibs on the next match if any of the other Chasers get sick.”

“At least you got to play in one match,” Rose pointed out.

“Anyway, the next match you’ll probably be playing Australia,” Matt said.

“Yeah,” Albus nodded, “If we win that one, it’ll be a miracle. But we’re not even playing in the next one. Next match is New York versus Australia.”

The party continued until dinner time, when people began to leave as nobody had snuck down to the kitchens to get food. Harry came in to congratulate Albus and James shortly before Albus and his friends left for dinner. He was also scheduled to patrol the school for the remainder of the weekend and wanted to let his kids know.

******

Life at Hogwarts returned to normal shortly after the Quidditch match. The Prophet printed fewer and fewer articles about Wisander until there were none at all. Everyone seemed to forget about his death. Everyone except Matt, that is, who was still worried about his dad.

However, the students at Hogwarts were reminded again of the unsolved murder when the next Hogsmeade trip arrived two days after Valentine’s Day. A portion of the students were too lovesick to notice the boarded up shop of Dervish and Banges as they made their way to Madam Puddifoot’s.

Neither Albus, John, or Matt were too preoccupied to notice the abandoned building, though. The three of them stopped to look at it for a while despite the biting wind. Rose and Amanda were spending the day with Linda.

“Who owns it now?” John asked as they looked at the empty building.

“Dunno,” Albus shrugged, “The Prophet never mentioned any family.”

“It’s probably still part of the investigation,” Matt pointed out, “Plus, who would want a building that someone was killed in? I don’t even want to go in it.”

Albus didn’t think it was a good time to remind Matt that Severus Snape had been murdered inside of the Shrieking Shack.

“Good point,” Albus said, “But so far they haven’t found anything.”

“They won’t find who it was,” John said quietly, “They never found out who killed Torro.”

“I really hope they find who it was,” Matt replied.

“They will,” Albus said, “They’re still focused on it.”

Albus, Matt, and John went to the Three Broomsticks a little while later because all three of them were frozen. They warmed up with Butterbeer and were just thinking about heading back to the castle when Albus heard someone whisper his name behind him.

“Albus,” they said again.

Albus turned around, but no one was there. The voice sounded familiar, though. Albus slowly reached his hand out and it touched something solid, but it looked like no one was there.

“Kaden,” Albus groaned, “Is that you?”

“Yeah,” Kaden whispered back, “I stole your cloak.”

Albus immediately stood up and motioned for Matt and John, who were both looking confused, to follow him. He assumed Kaden would follow as well. Albus lead them up High Street until they reached the Shrieking Shack. Nobody was hanging around it that day.

“Kaden!” Albus seethed, “You do realize how stupid this was.”

“Yes,” Kaden replied as he took off the cloak.

“Bloody Hell!” John shouted.

“You stole the cloak?” Matt asked.

“Kaden, you idiot!” Albus shouted, “I know I first told you this would be a good time, but there was a reason I changed my mind and told you not to sneak in today.