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Remember Me. Chapter 1 2. Chapter 2 3. Chapter 3 4. Chapter 4 5. Chapter 5 6. Chapter 6 7. Chapter 7 8. Chapter 8 9. Chapter 9 Chapter On top of that, their original target, Antonin Dolohov, is in the wind.

What could possibly go wrong with an army of best friends, ex-lovers, and family? Especially when you add the strong-willed Parkinson clan to the mix.

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Bertie Aubrey unfolds himself from one of the chairs in front of Gawain’s desk. He looks tired, the lines around his mouth deep and drawn. He mentioned having tickets at some point, but I don’t know when.

Belinda makes him block all communications when they go. Something about work not interfering, and that bollocks. That one’s made of sterner stuff than you might think.

Just no guards and the doors to the cells wide open?

Harry nods. He feels numb and raw inside. This isn’t how he’d hoped his night would go.

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It’d been so full of promise forty minutes ago when he’d had Malfoy bent over his desk, trembling and gasping against his mouth.

Now he feels as if the rug’s been pulled out from underneath him. He wants to be over there with his team, checking on them, not caught here with Gawain, dissecting the hows and whys of suspects getting murdered in their own goddamned holding cells, for fuck’s sake.

I want to see who went down that fucking hallway all bloody evening.

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Richard Williamson, one of the chief inspectors whom Gawain had called in moments after Harry’d sent his own Patronus to the Head Auror, looks over from the window.

Harry leans against the edge of Gawain’s desk.

Walking down that corridor, seeing the holding cells open, the bodies slumped against the floors, their eyes wide open and empty, had rocked him to his core.

This wasn’t supposed to happen in the Ministry. They have bloody protocols in place, for Christ’s sake. Security measures out their sodding arses, new ones, put in place after Voldemort had taken over the Ministry, in layers that aren’t supposed to be able to be easily circumvented.

His gaze drifts back to his team. Malfoy’s looking at him, and Harry can see how shaken he is. With a glance back at Gawain, who’s arguing with Williamson about how quickly said Jaimie can get the charm footage to them, Harry walks over the small, shaken huddle crouched beneath the arched window, Whitaker and Malfoy sitting on the sill, Zabini and Parkinson in front of them, as if they might be able to ward off the others.

Malfoy doesn’t pull away, and Harry can feel him relax a bit beneath his touch. Who gives a damn if the Unspeakables have him on the floor, wands at his throat?

The whole Ministry’s on high alert right now, half the floors on lockdown, just in case, the lifts blocked, stairwells accessible only to approved personnel.

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Fuck, but Harry never thought he’d be worried about that sodding prick of all people. But he’s Malfoy’s dad, and Harry doesn’t want Malfoy to have to face his murder.

Not on top of everything else.

Malfoy looks away, his lips pressed together. I’ll do it.

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No matter what. Malfoy’s mouth opens, then closes. He nods and he reaches for her hand, gripping it. Harry wishes he could touch Malfoy like that.

In front of them all. He wants so badly to pull Malfoy against him and stroke his hair, telling him everything will be all right, even if he thinks that might be a lie.

For now, Harry has to leave that to Parkinson. He drops his hand from Malfoy’s shoulder and looks over at Whitaker. She’s staring straight ahead, her breath shallow and a bit uneven.

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She’s been like this since Harry and Malfoy had found her in the holding cell corridor. She’d managed to tell him how she’d found the bodies, her voice trembling, then she’d just shut down.

Harry wants to let her go home–or to a Healer. She’s in shock, he thinks, and her hands are still shaking any time she unclasps them.

Zabini’s taken off his jacket and draped it over Whitaker’s shoulders. He bends over Whitaker. The words sound as if they’re being pulled from her, scratchy and raw.

Parkinson reaches over Malfoy’s thighs to rest her hand on top of Whitaker’s. Harry wishes that it didn’t have to be tragedy that brought them all together, but he’s damned proud of them right now for taking care of each other.

He only hopes they have better news from the Department of Mysteries. The door to Gawain’s office flies open, nearly hitting the wall, and Croaker strides in, tall and lanky, his hair pure white and falling to his shoulders.

He’s dressed in a plain, black Unspeakable’s robe, and his dark eyes are sharp and keen as he sweeps his gaze across the room. At Harry’s astounded look, she murmurs, “Second cousins or something through the Hirsch family.

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Better not to ask. Croaker nods and draws off his gloves, sliding them into his pocket.

21.02.2020 – Each tooth is unusually large and long, attesting to the size of the beast that once owned them. Draco shifts on the bed, making room for Potter as he crawls in behind Draco. The first mouthful he fed her was just a morsel of meat dripping in the rich sauce. She stood as the large woman rose then bent to give her nose a quick kiss. He brushes his knuckles across Draco’s cheek.

He lets his hand brush against Malfoy’s shoulder again. For a moment, Harry thinks Gawain might hex Croaker. Instead the Head Auror pinches the bridge of his nose and huffs.

Not tonight. Antigone’s in the corridor shouting at some poor fool. How long are you going to keep your superiors out of this, Gawain?

No one particularly likes Albert Proudfoot, Harry knows. He rose up to department head only because he was the least offensive candidate out of the post-war lot, a bit of milksop, in Harry’s opinion.

Croaker’s right; Proudfoot’s easily manipulated by those beneath him, like Gawain and Peasegood, as well as by his fellow department heads like Croaker.