Ginny's House

The Missing Name

"And Mundungus brought us here . . ."

Harry looked around, rubbing the back of his head where it had collided with Ginny's face. She gently pushed his hand away and checked his scalp.

"It's fine," she said, and looked at the house standing in the middle of the cemetery.

Harry followed her gaze for a moment, but turned and looked behind them at the line of houses across the road. The soft lights from inside and the obvious activity—cars in driveways and the flickering colors of televisions visible through windows—were in stark contrast to the darkness shrouding the house in the graveyard.

"Did Deverill ever say where exactly that house was in Exmoor?" he asked.

"No, he did not," Ginny replied tersely, and continued to stare at the darkened building.

"I wonder if Muggles can see it. Or maybe Deverill figured the team would Apparate directly in and out and keep it looking abandoned from the outside. But if that's the case, why didn't Dung Apparate us inside?"

"If that is the house, maybe he was startled and confused. This was probably the closest he could manage."

"Or," Harry mused, "the house was the first place that came into his brain, but he had enough wits not to lead us directly into their hiding place. After all, we wouldn't suspect it if you didn't know where we were."

"Shall we take a look?"

They glanced around to see if anyone was observing them, put on the Invisibility Cloak, and stepped over a low stone wall separating the cemetery from the road. The graveyard was well-tended; the grass was clipped short and they could make out bunches of flowers placed on many of the graves. Lights from the church windows, about a hundred feet away, gave a bit of illumination. As they drew near the house they saw a dim, flickering light from a window on the third floor.

In a few moments they stood in front of the porch steps and looked up. The house was three stories with a peaked roof. Its shutters and clapboard siding looked to be either new or freshly painted. Several pieces of comfortable-looking outdoor furniture were placed on the porch, and a swing seat hung there. Baskets also hung from the porch ceiling holding flowers and plants. Each window had a flower box on the sill. A brick walk led from the edge of the grass to the steps, and a similar walk extended to each side around the house.

"Nice place," Harry murmured. "It looks like they're putting you up in style."

"Putting them up in style," Ginny said tartly. "But the more I think about it, the less sense it makes that this is the house. It has to be coincidence that they're both in Exmoor. Why in Merlin's name would the coach of the National team get involved with a bunch of Pensieve thieves? They've committed at least one crime that will get someone thrown into Azkaban, plus a dozen others that will add up to a lot of time in jail for the rest."

"You're right, except for one thing. It's too unlikely to be a coincidence. And Deverill has already committed one irrational act, sacking you. Something is wrong with him, which means that he's capable of committing a crime."

Ginny sighed. "Well, you're the Auror. But I still find it hard to believe."

"Then let's see what's inside."

Harry took her hand and they quietly climbed the steps to the porch. They peered in a few front windows, but some had curtains or drapes drawn over them, and in the others there was not enough light to see anything.

"Now what?" Ginny whispered when they had returned to the front door.

"If it's so dark inside, there must not be anyone on the first floor. I think it's safe to go in."

They tried the door handle. It was unlocked and the door swung quietly open, but as they stepped through, light blazed. A large chandelier hung above an ornate entrance hall in front of them, and all the candles in it had lit.

Harry slammed the door shut and the sound reverberated in the house. He pulled Ginny through an open double doorway on their right, into a large sitting room that extended to the side of the house. They stood in front of a set of drapes that covered a window.

"Why did you do that?" Ginny hissed.

"If someone comes down, they'll think we went back outside." He put his arm around her and could feel her breath coming quickly. He leaned down and kissed her. "It's okay. Remember, I'm the Auror."

Ginny smiled in the dark. "I won't forget."

They heard the muffled sound of a door closing upstairs and footsteps descending. After a moment, wandlight cast moving shadows on the walls in the stairwell. The owner of the wand stopped just out of sight at the bottom of the steps.

"Fletcher?" said a voice, and Chadwick Chamberlain peered around the opening into the parlor. "Is that you?"

Looking puzzled, he went to the front door and opened it. Harry tugged on Ginny's arm and pulled her towards the door, their footsteps muffled on carpeting. They stopped a yard inside the sitting room, but could see Chamberlain on the porch looking out into the night with his wand darkened. After peering around he turned and came back inside, closed the door behind him, re-lit his wand, and started up the stairs.

Harry gripped Ginny's elbow and they followed. But as Chamberlain reached the landing where the stairs curved upward on two sides, he suddenly stopped and looked back. Harry and Ginny froze; Chamberlain seemed to be staring right at them, and Harry slowly lifted his wand, a Shield Charm on his lips. But Chamberlain pointed his wand above their heads and muttered, "Extinguo." The candles in the chandelier dimmed, but did not go out. Chamberlain's eyes narrowed. He gazed slowly over the entrance hall, moving his wand from side to side.

Harry, still holding Ginny's arm, took a step upward towards Chamberlain. Their footsteps again were muffled by the carpeting. When they were only a few feet from him they stopped. Harry turned and silently gestured with his wand. The candles slowly dimmed and went out.

Chamberlain stared at the chandelier. He held his wand up in front of his eyes, glared at it and shook it. A few red sparks shot out. He pointed it at the chandelier and exclaimed, "Illuminate!" The candles flared into light and he took a step back. "Extinguo!" he said again, and this time the candles went out.

"Huh!" he snorted quietly, and turned and continued up. Harry and Ginny went after him.

"Do the candles stay lit when someone needs the light?" Ginny whispered into his ear as they climbed.

Harry nodded but kept his eyes on the figure now hurrying ahead of them. "Yes, and I also think they can't be seen from the outside."

At the next floor they took two steps and froze. There was no carpeting, and their footsteps had seemed very loud. But Chamberlain was now a half-flight ahead, also making noise as he climbed, and did not stop. They waited until they heard his footsteps moving overhead towards their left, and once again followed.

At the top of the stairs on the third floor they saw two wide corridors, just like the floor below, extending in each direction. Chamberlain was not in sight, but they heard voices down the left-hand corridor and walked quietly towards the sound. They stopped at the last door on the right, and heard two muffled voices coming from behind it. One was Chamberlain's, the other a woman's. They pressed their ears to the door from under the cloak and listened.

"It was probably kids again," Chamberlain was saying. "I'll have to strengthen the wards. Fletcher is not back yet."

The woman spoke a word in French that both Harry and Ginny recognized as one that Fleur used when she was very angry. "What 'appened to 'im?" the woman went on. "It should not be taking so long. Somet'ing must be wrong wiz ze blood protection. First zis, zen 'im. We will 'ave to take 'er to St. Mungo's."

"We can't," Chamberlain said angrily. "They'll want to know where her bloody foot is. If we can't produce it, they'll tell the damned Aurors. Besides, she's obviously gone over the edge, just like I said she would. She'll babble everything. We should never have said anything."

"Certainly, but it is a little late for zat, isn't it? I told you she was getting senile, but she dangled a bag of gold in front of your eyes and you saw not'ing else. Idiot!" she exclaimed, using the French pronunciation.

"Stupid yourself," Chamberlain snarled. "You thought she was quaint."

They were silent for several moments, and the woman said something in French.

"No," Chamberlain responded, "Not until we hear from Fletcher. He'll be here soon."

"'E 'as run away, or maybe even gone to ze Ministry. I told you 'e was not to be trusted. We must get out of 'ere."

Chamberlain grunted. Harry and Ginny heard footsteps approach the door, and hastily backed away to the opposite side of the hall. But no one came out, and there were no more sounds from the room.

"Let's go back downstairs," Harry whispered, and they tiptoed away. When they got to the floor below, Harry started down the next flight, but Ginny stopped him.

"Wait," she whispered. "I want to see something."

In the hall in front of them were seven doors. They walked to the first one on the left and Ginny put her wand outside the cloak and lit it so that it glowed softly. A small brass nameplate was affixed to the door. They leaned closer and read, "Jones."

Ginny turned across the hall and on the nameplate of that door was "Leyting." The next one read "Salinger," the next, "Pastorini," and the last, "Brandon." Back across the hall, the nameplate on the end door was blank. The door between that and the first had "Donahue" on the plate.

Ginny looked back at the last door. "That was mine."

Harry put his arm around her. "It will be again."

Ginny didn't speak; finally she said, "Obviously you were right. This is the house Deverill was telling us about. But why in the name of Merlin is Chamberlain hiding here?"

"He can't be hiding. Deverill must know that he's here. And if that's true, then . . ."

Ginny turned to Harry under the cloak. Her wand, now back inside, was still lit and Harry could see her wide eyes. "Then he must know about the Pensieve."

"He must know something. But why is he mixed up in this? That is absolutely senseless."

"But it might explain why he was so quick to chuck me off the team. If you came here to see me, you might become suspicious, especially . . ."

"Especially what?" Harry grinned. "You're being an Auror again, my clever wife."

Ginny nodded thoughtfully. "Do you know what's only about ten miles from here?" She looked at him with teasing eyes. "You should have known this, Mr. Auror."

She waited while Harry's brow furrowed and he shook his head. "What?"

"Withypool."

"But that's—that's a coincidence . . ." Harry's sentence dangled to a stop.

"There are no coincidences, quote unquote." Ginny poked his nose with her fingertip and Harry chuckled.

"Yes, there are no coincidences, Mrs. Auror. And I'll stake my newly reinstated job on the guess that the Pensieve is here in this house."

"Then let's look for it."

Harry hesitated. "No, Gin. The more we poke around, the likelier it is they'll notice us."

"So what if they do?"

"As a general rule, you don't want to let the bad guys know what you're about. It tends to upset them."

"Don't you think we can handle them?"

"It's not your job," he said, frowning.

Ginny knew not to argue that point, at least not at the moment, so they stood silently beneath the cloak. Her hands were on his arms, and he began rubbing her sides in unconscious response to her very pleasant massaging of his biceps.

"We should go back to Godric's Hollow," he finally said. "They'll be wondering where the hell we are. We—I mean, I—have to get back here with help as quick as I can."

Harry remained still, and for a moment Ginny wasn't sure why he was hesitating. But he didn't hide any of his thoughts. Getting out of the house undetected might not be easy: apparently the front door was charmed to alert anyone inside that someone had either come in or left. And if they Disapparated from inside, the noise could likewise give them away. Either way, Chamberlain and his wife would know that they had been discovered and would leave before anyone could return.

"We need to bring a Hit Team back, fast," he said aloud, "but as soon as they think we're on to them, they'll disappear, and maybe with the Pensieve."

Ginny started to say something, but Harry stopped her. "Let's get out first, then we can debate. If there's a cellar, we'll take a chance that they won't hear us and we'll Disapparate from there."

They crept back down the stairs, removing the cloak as they descended. As soon as they stepped onto the flight of steps to the first floor, the chandelier lit. They paused and listened, but they heard nothing.

There was a door under the stairs, but it was only a coat cupboard.

"The hell with it," Harry muttered as they closed it. "Let's just get as far from the stairwell as we can and do it."

They walked on the carpeted floor to the far end of the large sitting room, and both of them turned on the spot, but nothing happened. Harry swore. "Anti-Apparition jinx. We'll have to go out the front door."

"Should we try a window?"

"Waste of time. They're bound to be warded. Let's just get out and Disapparate."

In the hallway entrance, they waited for a few moments in the light of the chandelier, listening to make sure that no one was nearby. "We'll Side-Along," Harry said quietly. "That'll be safer. I'll open the door, we'll jump out onto the porch, and do it. I'll aim for the front yard of my house."

Ginny noted the possessive pronoun, grabbed his elbow, gave a squeeze, and held on tight. Harry took the door handle. "Now!" He yanked it open and they heard a muffled shout from upstairs. He pulled Ginny through and turned on the spot.

They stood in the front yard at Godric's Hollow, facing the house. A shadowed figure standing before the door called out, "Vermillion!"

"Stentorian!" Harry said loudly. "It's Potter!" He lit his wand and held it so that it illuminated his and Ginny's faces.

Another wand flared and they saw Susan Bones in the now open doorway. "That's a two-day old password, Harry," she clucked.

"I've been out of the office," he retorted. Another figure appeared in the doorway to take her place and Susan came towards them.

"Are you two okay?" she asked, looking at them closely. She turned her head and spoke to the person now in the doorway. "Tom, It's Harry and Ginny! Get Ron."

"We're okay," Harry said. "Where is Sal? Is she still at the Ministry? We have to organize a Hit Team right away."

They heard footsteps clattering down the stairs inside and Ron burst through the door and ran to them. "Are you two okay? What the hell happened? I heard shouts. Where did you go?"

"We're fine," Harry said. "But we need to organize a Hit Team right now. Are there still ten of you here?"

"Nine. I sent Katie back to the Ministry to tell Sal when you disappeared. But—"

"Then it's ten with me. So . . ." Harry thought quickly. "We'll take seven and leave three here. There are two of them there—"

"Where?"

Harry took a breath. "It was Mundungus who came back. We jumped him and he Apparated us to a house in Dunster, a couple of miles from Exmoor Stadium. Chamberlain and his wife are holed up there with Sprout. Wait!" He held up his hand as Ron was about to ask another question. "They know by now that we were there, so the longer we take the more likely it is that they'll get away. Go!"

He gave Ron a push, and he turned and ran back into the house.

What about me?

Harry spun around and faced Ginny. Her eyes blazed. "I'm coming with you."

"Gin, you can't—"

"You can't stop me." She glared and folded her arms across her chest. "My future is at stake here. If you leave without me, I'll just follow you. I know where you're going."

"Ginny, please!" But Harry snapped his mouth shut as Ron returned, followed by four other Aurors: Seamus, Tom, Tony Goldstein, and Justin. Harry gave Ginny a mental warning—she sent back a mental picture of where he could put it—and, after an instant of not knowing whether to laugh or get angry, he turned to the Aurors. He quickly described where they were going and what they would find there.

"We'll Apparate into the graveyard as close to the house as possible, surround it, then Ron, Susan, and I will go in. There's an Anti-Apparition ward, so if they're still there, which isn't likely, we should be able to collar them."

Harry shot a scowl at Ginny, and they all vanished.

Seconds later a string of pops in the graveyard at Dunster signaled the arrival of Harry's squad. Two teams of two ran around the sides of the house. Harry, with his wand drawn, was about to step onto the porch steps when they heard another pop. The three Aurors looked around.

"Someone either just arrived or just left," Ron whispered, holding up his wand.

Harry reached into his back pocket. "It's . . ." He looked at Ron. "It's your sister. She picked my pocket. She has the Cloak, and now she's here."

Ron's head whipped around. "Ginny!" he said in a loud whisper, "what are you doing?"

There was no answer, and Harry chuckled. "Forget it, she's probably not even nearby. She'll keep out of the way."

Ginny was also keeping her mind closed, so Harry had no idea what she was up to. But he knew exactly why she had followed them. The missing name on the door had upset her more than she had let on, and he did not have the heart to force her to stay away, even if he could figure out how. It would require restraining her, which would definitely mean many long nights by himself on the cramped love seat.

They climbed onto the porch. Ron stood to one side of the door and Susan to the other. Harry pointed his wand and with a burst of red light and a loud "bang!" the door blew in off its hinges. Ron spun inside, followed immediately by Susan.

"Clear!" called Ron, and Harry stepped in. They stood a few feet apart, their wands up, while the enchanted chandelier blazed into light.

"Upstairs!" Harry pointed, and Susan and Ron started up, two steps at a time, Ron slightly ahead, with Harry right behind them. On the second floor they let their wands flare, and the hallways on both sides became brightly lit. They saw no one, and Harry gestured upward. They continued climbing, this time more slowly. When they reached the next floor they paused and listened carefully, hearing only silence, and Harry led them quickly to the door at the end of the hall. There were no sounds.

Harry simply pushed the door open and walked into a small, cozy bedroom with flowery curtains on the window and a matching comforter on the bed. A candle on the dresser flickered in the draft from the open door, and Harry lowered his wand. He gestured silently and Susan came in while Ron waited outside. Harry and Susan stared at the pallid face of Julia Sprout lying under the comforter.

She looked at them and moaned; spittle dribbled down her chin and her eyes wandered around the room. She moaned again and tried to say something, but only incomprehensible sounds came out.

Harry knelt next to the bed and took the Unspeakable's hand. "It's okay," he said to her in a calm voice. "We'll take care of you." He turned and called Ron, who stepped inside.

"Send someone to St. Mungo's for a healer," said Harry, "and set up a guard. Arrest anyone who tries to come in."

Ron hesitated. "Um, does that include my sister?"

"Yes."

"Okay, it's your funeral."

Ron left the room and Harry patted Sprout's hand. He smiled at her, but she gazed back blankly. Susan came and knelt by Harry.

"Are you really going to arrest Ginny?" she asked with more than a bit of skepticism.

Harry chuckled. "For all I know she's here in the room with us, but even if she's still outside, she'll never let Ron know where she is. If she wants to come in, none of us could stop her."

Susan picked a small towel out of the air and wiped Sprout's brow and face. The woman moaned, mumbled another string of incoherent words, and grabbed Susan's wrist.

"She's in shock, I think," Susan said. "Can I use a pain-killing charm?"

"Go ahead, but be careful. I don't think she's in pain. I'm sure Chamberlain or his wife would have taken care of that."

Susan looked puzzled. "Then what's wrong with her?"

"Some kind of dementia, like McGonagall. She's been around the Pensieve. Something is causing it to attack people. But you're right, she is in shock."

Susan cast a Soothing spell, but Sprout's expression and soft babbling did not change. "What about her foot?" the Auror whispered. "Shouldn't we take a look at it?"

Harry grimaced. He had been thinking the same thing, but did not relish the prospect. He also didn't think there was any point; they couldn't do anything for the poor woman, except ease her discomfort. Still, they ought to make sure nothing else had happened to the Splinched limb.

He started to lift the blanket, when he heard footsteps in the hall. He gave a sign to Susan and she rose and darted to the door. But Ron's voice gave the password and he entered with two Healers. One was a young trainee who Harry didn't know, but the other was Hestia Derwent. Harry stood aside as the Healers bent over the Unspeakable.

"Sal is on her way," Ron told Harry, "and someone from the Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee and also an Obliviator, since we're in the middle of a Muggle graveyard."

"What are they going to do, alter the memories of a bunch of corpses? Can you tell if anyone has noticed us? I mean, aside from the dead guys."

Ron chortled. "I think this house has Concealing charms on it, but the people outside are being careful. There are Muggles in the houses across the road and lights on in the church, but no one has come outside to have a look."

Harry lowered his voice. "Any sign of Ginny?"

"No. I would think you'd know if she was around."

"Not necessarily, but I'm beginning to think that she went someplace else. I probably would have sensed something if she were nearby."

"Where would she go?" Ron said with a frown.

Harry put his hand on his brother-in-law's arm. "Don't worry. If she was in danger, I would know."

Healer Derwent interrupted their quiet conversation. "We can move her to hospital," she said to Harry. "She doesn't seem to know what's going on or where she is. She has a spell burn on her calf, just above the Splinch. Ron said you tried to Stun her."

"Yeah," Harry said a little uncomfortably. He didn't feel good about having cast a Stunning spell at a witch who appeared to be confused about everything. "She Apparated into the scene of a crime, and we had reason to believe that she was helping them. I hope she'll be okay."

"She'll be fine, at least as far as the Splinch is concerned. Saliyah Ushujaa delivered the, ah, missing appendage to us about half an hour ago. But that's not the only problem here." She glanced back at Sprout, who was now sitting up, held by the trainee; he was speaking to her soothingly and patting her hand.

"It looks like the same thing that happened to Professor McGonagall," Harry said.

Derwent affixed him with a clinical look. "Perhaps. We'll see."

She turned away and took a bedpan from inside her robes, muttered, "Portus," and touched it with her wand. She and the trainee put their arms around Sprout. They shoved the covers back and swung her legs so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her robes covered her legs, but only one foot could be seen. The two Healers made sure that she was grasping the bedpan as it turned blue, and they all vanished.

"Now what?" asked Ron. "We still don't have any of the prime culprits, and we still don't have the Pensieve."

"I know," Harry scowled. "And I don't know where my wife is with my ancestors' cloak. I should have sent my Patronus to get you when Ginny and I were here. We could have kept an eye on them."

"You might have given yourself away, and they would still be gone."

Harry nodded. "Too late for all that. Well, let's search the place. Maybe we'll get lucky and find the Pensieve."

The Hit Team searched the house while Harry waited on the porch. He saw a car pull up to a house across the road and people go inside. More lights were on in the church and for the first time in the still night, he noticed music coming from it, a choir. They stopped frequently and started the same piece over again several times; they must be rehearsing, Harry thought. He wondered what all those people would think if they knew what was going on inside the house behind him, how strange it would seem to them. He rarely thought about what the magical world would look like to Muggles, but here he was, right in the middle of a Muggle neighborhood doing magic.

He snapped out of his thoughts when Ron came outside followed by the rest of his team. Ron indicated where he wanted them to take up positions, and the Aurors spread out around the house again.

"There's nothing inside," he said to Harry as they stood together on the porch. "If the Pensieve was here, they've cleaned out all traces of it. But did you see what's on the second floor?"

"You mean those name plates on the doors?"

He was starting to worry about Ginny. He didn't think that the criminals they were dealing with wanted to hurt anyone, but if they were cornered or if she came upon them unexpectedly, especially if they had the Pensieve with them, they might panic and do something stupid.

"Yes, those," Ron said. "This must be the place where Deverill wanted to hole up with the team. You know, I'm starting to wonder if he's the one behind this."

Harry looked at him doubtfully. "I'll grant that he must be part of this, but what could he possibly want with a Pensieve? He's one of the top managers in Britain, maybe the world. He's got prestige and I'm sure he's well paid. Why would he get involved in a crime?"

"I'm not talking about money. He wrote a book called Quidditch World Cups Through the Ages. It's a history of every final match in every World Cup that was ever played. He has a reputation for being very analytical, he looks for trends in the way clubs play, their styles of attack, things like that. If he had a Pensieve, I'll bet he could use it to predict how a team was going to play a match."

Now Harry was interested, but still skeptical. "How would he do that? He doesn't have a memory of every match, probably only a few. Unless . . . unless he got a whole lot of people to give him their memories. Then he could pull one out whenever he wanted to see a match again."

He thought for a moment and frowned. "But why steal it? If he had gone to McGonagall and asked to use it, she might have said yes."

"But maybe she would have said no. In fact, maybe she already did and never bothered to tell anyone about it, and that's when Deverill or Chamberlain or Croaker or whoever, decided to steal it. And the Games and Sports Department might not mind if he used it, but the Department of International Magical Cooperation would not be pleased. Every other country would be screaming."

Harry depended on Ron to untangle intrigues at the Ministry. He had no doubt now that Ron was right about this one.

A door opened in the church and light spilled out into the cemetery. Two men appeared; they lit cigarettes and stood talking in the doorway. Harry, who had been leaning against the porch railing, stood up. "We can't stay without knowing how this place is warded," he said. "Wasn't Saliyah supposed to be here? Go get everyone. We'll wait inside."

Ron set off, but just as he disappeared around the corner of the porch a loud pop rang across the graveyard. The two Muggles at the church looked toward the house. Footsteps climbed to the porch and suddenly Ginny stood in front of Harry, grinning madly, the Invisibility Cloak in her hand. Harry lunged at her and slapped his hand over her mouth.

"Mmmff!" Ginny's protest was muffled, but she saw the men whom Harry was pointing at. After a minute, first one then the other turned away and they resumed their conversation.

Harry took his hand from Ginny's mouth. "Where in Merlin's name were you?" he said in a whisper. "Are you okay?"

"Never better," she replied happily, taking Harry's hands and, in her excitement, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "Want a Pensieve?"

Harry's mouth fell open. She laughed. "They moved it. I had a suspicion where it was, and that's where it is."

"Where?" Harry asked, now even more astonished.

"Exmoor Stadium. Specifically, skybox number seven."

"Skybox number seven," Harry repeated stupidly. "How did you figure that out?"

Ginny was prevented from answering by two things. First, Ron re-appeared from around the side porch trailed by the other five Aurors. He stopped short when he saw Ginny. Seamus, who was right behind him, trod on Ron's heel, causing him to stumble forward and crash into Ginny. Second, and while Ron and Ginny were untangling, five very loud Apparition pops, more like cracks, sounded.

Saliyah stood on the brick path in front of the house, along with Popeye, Hermione, another witch, and a wizard. Harry recognized them as Ministry officials whom he had called on in the past to help out with Muggles. He waved his arms to get everyone's attention, and pointed to the two men at the church who were once again staring out into the graveyard. This time they started walking towards the house.

Everyone fell silent, and the two Ministry officials took out their wands. First the witch, then the wizard gestured, and the Muggles stopped in their tracks. They were now several yards away from the open church door. Their features were in shadow, but they appeared to be confused, leaning this way and that, putting a foot forward, taking a step backward.

The witch waved her wand again, and one of the Muggles said loudly to the other, "My wife just vomited. I need to go home."

"Poor Doris," said the second. "I'll come help you clean it up."

They turned and hurried back inside the church.

The group at the house watched until the door closed behind the Muggles. Harry let out his breath.

"Nice hex," he said to the witch.

"All in a night's work," she said cheerfully. "Are those the only nosy ones around?"

"So far."

Harry turned back to Ginny. She handed him the Cloak and stood with a bright smile. Harry frowned, but Saliyah spoke first.

"I assume from the fact that everyone is gathered outside, that the house is empty."

"Yes, but Ginny says she knows where the Pensieve is."

Everyone looked at her. Ron's face was like Harry's had been five minutes ago: mouth agape and eyes wide. Even the Ministry witch and wizard seemed surprised.

Saliyah, though, had a stern look, fixed on Ginny. "Where? And how did you find it?"

"Exmoor Stadium, in one of the skyboxes. And as soon as we discovered that this is where Coach, er, I mean Mr. Deverill wanted us to stay, I guessed that when they moved it again, they would move it to the stadium. They have nowhere else, now that this place and the house in Withypool are out of play for them."

"Mr. Deverill?" Ron's eyebrows rose.

Ginny's smile widened. "He'll be the former manager pretty quick, I'm thinking."

"And you will be back on the team," Harry said, also breaking into a wide grin and grabbing Ginny. He pulled her into an embrace, ignoring everyone, and kissed her hard.

She laughed and pushed him away, although not instantly. "Laters, sweetie. Let me show you the Pensieve."

"What about this place?" Saliyah asked, jerking her thumb at the house before anyone could move. "We can't leave it wide open. What if they come back?"

"They won't," said Harry. "Chamberlain won't take a chance, especially since the Pensieve isn't here. The only person who might show up is Mundungus Fletcher. We can leave a couple of people here and—"

"No." Saliyah shook her head emphatically. "Send back to the Ministry for more help. We'll leave a guard here strong enough to handle anything, and we'll take enough people with us to Exmoor to handle anything there. We're going to do this right."

"But that's a waste of time and people! Two here will be plenty to deal with Dung."

Saliyah glanced around at the watching Aurors. Everyone clearly agreed with Harry, but she set her face. "We can't afford another screw-up. Send someone back for help." She walked away and joined the Ministry witch and wizard who, with Popeye, were standing in the graveyard watching the houses across the street.

Harry swore under his breath and spoke brusquely to Ron. "Go back and get everyone you can lay your hands on. Who's the duty officer?"

"Rizzo." Ron gave the name of an older Auror.

"Leave him and one other." He gave Saliyah a sour look; her back was to him.

Harry turned away, leaving Ron nothing to do but wave briefly to Hermione, turn on the spot, and Disapparate.

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