Chapter 49 Deserters and Investigators

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‘Will Dad be there?’ asked Ginny.

 

‘He’s at work, Bill and Charlie have gone back to their homes,’ Molly said not mentioning her third son.

 

‘And Percy?’ asked Ginny noticing that Percy was not mentioned.

 

Molly blinked heavily, ‘he chose the Ministry over us.’

 

‘But surely he knows that You Know Who is back?’ asked Ginny rightfully horrified that her brother could betray them.

 

‘Your brother is in denial,’ Dumbledore said sadly. ‘He naively cannot believe that the Ministry are not working for the best interests of the people and the fact that there is no evidence does not help anything. He’ll come around, my dear, don’t you worry.’

 

Ginny nodded a hard glare on her face, ‘that idiot. Can’t he see you only want what’s best for all us?’

 

‘I’m afraid not, Ginny,’ sighed Dumbledore tiredly.

 

‘Come on Ginny,’ Molly said quietly. ‘Let’s go home.’

 

 

 

 

Senior Auror Jamieson Tuckett was sent to the scene of a crime by Scrimgeour. Quite honestly Jamieson was more than a little bit disappointed. Instead of investigating Dumbledore himself he was being sent to the break in of a little practice which was likely committed by addicts. Still Jamieson went without question even if he thought this was far below his pay grade.

 

‘Head Healer Whitehead,’ greeted Jamieson.

 

Jamieson hid his annoyance and boredom expertly or at least he hoped so as to display his true feelings would be deeply unprofessional. Jamieson may have been a Ravenclaw at Hogwarts but it was not just Slytherins who knew how to mask their emotions. Jamieson had entered the Healer’s practice and asked to be directed to the Head Healer who happened to Gregor Whitehead.

 

‘Auror, thank you for coming so quickly,’ Whitehead replied looking tired. ‘My former Apprentice did not set the wards properly last night which allowed the wards to be torn down last night and we had a theft.’

 

‘What potions were stolen?’ asked Jamieson.

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