Chapter 6 : Harry's Weekend
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It was nine o’clock on Saturday morning and Harry was still in bed. He heard the bedroom door creak open and little feet run across the room. The weight shifted on the bed and Harry cracked an eye open.
“Daddy, Mummy said that it’s time to get up now.” James said as he poked his father in the forehead.
“Ok James. Stop poking me.”
“But you’re not moving”
Harry sat up and stretched “I’m up, happy now.” James nodded and handed him his glasses. “Thank you James.”
“DAD! Hurry up or I’m going to be late for my match.” Teddy yelled as he ran past the room in his football uniform already.
“OK! I’m coming.” Harry got up and dressed quickly and went with James to the kitchen. Ginny handed him a travel mug of coffee and helped James into his jacket. He gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for letting me sleep in a little.”
“No problem” she smiled at him. “Ok is every one ready?”
“Teddy isn’t ready yet” James said.
“I am too!” Teddy answered looking down at himself checking.
“No you’re not. You’re hair’s still blue.” James said matter-of-factly as he walked out the door to the car.
“ARRRGGG” Teddy squeezed is eyes shut and changed his hair to match his dad’s like he wore it for football. “Ok now I’m ready” and followed James out.
“What are we doing after my match?” Teddy asked from the back seat.
“You and James are spending the afternoon with Uncle George at his shop while Mum and I go look for a new car.”
“Ok, George. We’ll be back by dinner time. Remember you are not to let the boys test your new products!”
“Gin, I do not have a death wish. I won’t even let them in the testing room. OK”
“You better not. All right boys be good for Uncle George and Daddy and I will see you later.
“Bye Mummy” Teddy and James said together and Harry and Ginny left.
Teddy turned to George. “Are you really not going to let us test the new stuff?”
“Of course I’m going to as long as you remember the one rule.”
“We don’t tell Mummy” James said smiling.
Four hours later Harry and Ginny returned to Georges flat. George could tell by looking at Harry that car shopping had not gone well.
“That bad?” George asked.
“You have no idea. That bloody woman has no clue what she wants.” Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m half tempted to just go pick something by myself and let her deal with it.”
“I suggest that as a last resort.”
“What should be a last resort?” Ginny asked coming out of the kitchen with James.
“Nothing sis. Just talking about a new product I’m having trouble with.”
Ginny nodded even though she didn’t believe him. “Thanks for keeping the boys George.”
“Not a problem always a pleasure. I’ll see you tomorrow at dinner.”
The only way to describe Sunday dinner at the Burrow was loud. With fourteen people in the house it was also quite crowded. The all gathered around the table eating and talking. The conversation was disrupted by the noise suddenly coming from Harry’s pocket - I’M SEXY AND I KNOW IT - the mobile in Harry’s pocket blared. Ginny smacked him in the arm.
“Harry James Potter you were supposed to make it not do that anymore!” she scolded her husband.
“I’m sorry. I thought I did.” Harry explained as he dug the mobile out. He checked the display and his eyebrows furrowed. “I need to take this... excuse me” He said as he walked out side.
Very few people had Harry’s number and this person in particular was only supposed to call if it was an emergency.
“Well hello to you too.”
“We have an agreement to only call for an emergency”
“I know. It’s not and emergency, but, it’s important.”
“Well what is it?”
“Something came across my desk today that I think you need to see.”
“Well I can’t get away tonight, how about tomorrow?”
“That’s fine. The park by the swings at ten o’clock work for you?”
Harry didn’t have to ask which park he knew. “Yeah that works.”
“Good. See you then”
Harry snapped the mobile shut and walked back inside. The Weasley’s all starred at him.
“What was that about?” George asked.
“Oh it was nothing. Just Dean. Said he’s going to be a little late coming in tomorrow.” Harry lied, but, by the nods he received at his explanation for stepping out they believed him except for Ginny who was giving him a look that said we’ll talk about it later. He sighed and took his seat,
Once they were home and the kids in bed Ginny started her interrogation. “So, who was the call really from?”
Harry kept his face neutral he knew it was unwise to lie to his wife, but, sometimes it was necessary. “Why would I lie about who it was?” he asked back.
“Well, if it was just Dean I don’t see why you had to take it outside.”
“I took the call outside Gin for two reasons. One it’s incredibly loud at that dinner table and I wouldn’t have been able to hear. The second being that I had no clue why he was calling and if was about a case it’s not exactly something I can share at the dinner table.”
“By case you mean Ron right?”
“Look Ginny I know that this has been frustrating to not know anything, but, there’s nothing I can do about that. Kingsley has made it very clear that information about the case is not be be relayed to everyone.”
“I know” she sighed. “As angry as I am with him I wish we at least knew he was ok.”
“So do I Gin.”
Monday at ten o’clock Harry was walking across the park to the swings and saw the tall man standing here in a grey suit with a couple files in his hands. The man saw Harry approaching and smirked.
“Well Officer Dursley... I see you’re out of uniform.” Harry said as his greeting.
“Hey, it’s Detective Dursley now, thank you very much.” Dudley grinned.
“Well congratulations. Since we’re comparing titles you should know it’s Head Auror Potter now.”
“Enough chit chat. What’s this that I need to see?”
Dudley handed him one the files he was holding. “These surveillance photos came in yesterday and I thought that you should see them.”
Harry opened the file and immediately let out a sting of profanities ending with “DAMMIT RON!”
“I thought that’s who it was.” Dudley ran a hand over his face.
“Who is this other man in the picture?”
“That’s Brantley Foster. He’s an art thief mostly. We suspect him in at least two dozen different thefts in the last four years, but, we can’t actually tie him to anything. We followed a lead that Foster was meeting his fence-”
“Fence?” Harry interrupted.
“Yeah, it’s the person who sells the stolen items.”
“And you think Ron’s this fence?”
“Not sure. After I talked to you I went back through a few old cases that I remembered being odd and I found these.” He handed Harry the other file.
“These are dark magic items. I recognize the necklace.”
“That necklace is a piece of work. Guy who stole it has been in a coma for almost a year.”
“Where’s the necklace now?”
“Locked in a protective case back at evidence lockup.” Dudley kicked at the ground. “Look I’m showing you this because I don’t want any of my people hurt. If he’s seen he’s to be bought in for questioning. Do I have to mark him armed and dangerous?”
“Yes. I would advise that. Do you want one of my aurors placed in your department in case?”
“I’ll think about. You can keep that stuff they’re copies.”
“No problem Harry.”
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