| ||Rating: Mature||Story Reviews: 149|
Characters: Ron, Hermione, Rose, Scorpius, Teddy, Victoire, OC
Genre(s): General, Humor, Mystery
Era: Next Generation
Pairings: Rose/Scorpius, Ron/Hermione, Teddy/Victoire
First Published: 2012.05.18
Last Published Chapter: 2013.03.30
Last Updated: 2013.04.18
Favorite Story Of: 96 users
| ||Advisory: Contains profanity, Strong violence, Scenes of a mild sexual nature, Substance abuse, Sensitive topic/issue/theme|
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Things are plugging along as usual for Rose Weasley, bounty hunter anything-but-extraordinaire. A trip to New York for her live-in boyfriend Scorpius Malfoy's gallery show seems just the ticket to liven things up a bit, and with baby and boyfriend in tow, she sets off. But familiar foes may ruin Rose's first trip to the Big Apple...
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The MLEs – Magical Law Enforcement agents – knew me by sight, so when I walked in with a felon there was generally a lot of interest. Probably this was because my captures often involved embarrassing or messy situations, like that time I'd brought in a man covered in bees. That hadn't been my fault, though. He'd already been covered in bees when I found him.
I watched my godson warily. Johnny Lupin was under the impression that, because he had determined he was my personal protector, this somehow conveyed ownership to him of my firstborn child.
“You-” I managed, but she said, “Dammit,” loudly and then pushed past me, disappearing into the crowd.
Scorpius looked annoyed. “Rose, we're not going to the crime scene.”
“Realism can have just as much meaning,” Scorpius argued. “Meaning is ascribed by the viewer, not the artist. We can't control how much, if any, meaning is found in our art.”
|6||Hostages to Fate
He frowned, as if he didn't quite get me. “You're not a cop, are you? You kind of talk like one, but you don't act like one.”
Any self-respecting magical community had pubs populated at all hours by wizards and witches of questionable character. Often these people were relatives of mine.
|8||The Word of the Day
I recognized him immediately as a real bad guy, not merely a henchman. I normally only saw real bad guys in photos that my dad and uncle had of their bad guys. My bad guys barely qualified as henchmen. They henched part-time, on weekends. It was pretty rare for me to be around real bad guys.
“I have enough evidence to hold you.”
“I'll get this straightened out,” Mum said briskly. “They haven't a shred of evidence to prove you did anything wrong. Being bullheadedly determined to single-handedly catch bad guys on your own without training isn't illegal.”
|11||A Hell of a Request
“I don't wanna be found out at the racetrack, okay?”
Mum looked more annoyed than ever. "Fine. Scorpius, you and I will take the baby and see the sights. I'm sure we can find something educational to do."
“Got it.” I nodded. “You don't mind me lying to him?”
Hatchcock was red in the face. He seemed to be speechless. Having been on the receiving end of one of Mum's chewing-outs myself, I couldn't blame him. If you weren't expecting her, it was probably even worse.
|15||Without a Warrant
“I'm going to show them my badge and tell them I'll hex them into next week if they don't tell me what I need to know,” Dad informed her.
I was almost afraid to breathe, in case they remembered I was there and one of them tried to kill me. It seemed best for now to let them get on with their argument. I wasn't sure Anita really could take Ambrosia in a fight. If she could, she would've gone after her before Ambrosia got a chance to kidnap her daughter.
Scorpius flopped down next to me. “Look at him, like a little angel.”
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