Harry Potter The Kiss

Her gaze shifted to this morning's edition of the Daily Prophet showing ten dead wizards in the centre of Diagon Alley, they had appeared in the small hours of the morning, shielded to prevent removal and mercifully charmed so pre-Hogwarts children couldn't see them.

Each had a piece of stained glass clutched in their dead hand except the first and last in line, Adrian Greengrass had a piece embedded in his forehead while Theodore Nott was biting down on a shard protruding from his mouth. The scene looked even more macabre due to the fact his head was sitting in his lap after removal by goblin sword, the Slytherin's admission under Veritaserum that he knew exactly what he was doing when passing the information sealed his fate.

There were no notices or anything else around the bodies, the informant, hired help and head of the organisation were all there, the stained glass told it's own tale.

The picture did not shock because everyone in the wizarding world knew something like this was imminent, Harry had made his position crystal clear that attacking his family would cost the perpetrators their lives and here was the proof.

Rose Parkinson had been given the evidence against each individual and had printed it for everyone to read, no spin or angles, the details left no room for doubt in anyone's mind. Even Fudge would have had to convict them to the dementors kiss.

No mention of the muggles involved was made anywhere in the paper but Minerva was confident they would be facing a similar fate soon.

Kevin Carter was in a bad mood, waking up in an empty bed would do it every time.

His wife was staying with her mother at the moment because his world had turned to shit and they had too much other stuff going on in their lives in the meantime to deal with this as well.

Kevin was head of the Metropolitan Counter Terrorist Branch and he had nothing!

These latest round of bombings seemed to have been committed by ghosts leaving no evidence behind whatsoever, shit even the victims disappeared though he did have a meeting planed with Lord and Lady Gryffindor for four this afternoon at the Granger Grandmothers house as her parents and his relations seem to have fell of the planet.

He hoped the old dear made good sandwiches because the amount of questions needing answered were going to take a while.

He walked into the kitchen seeking caffeine and froze, the amount of adrenalin pumping through his system negating any necessity of the morning coffee jab.

This house had the best security system money couldn't buy yet there were five boxes demanding his attention on the middle of his kitchen table that were not present when Kevin went to bed.

His mind was working at warp factor ten and the conclusion reached was if the people who left these boxes wanted him dead, he would already be dead.

Walking over to the cutlery drawer he removed a spatula and gingerly used it to lift the lid off a box, the thought that maybe one of his colleagues had set this up with a secret camera somewhere made him swear the bastard would be on traffic duty in Piccadilly Circus dressed in nothing but their underwear.

He slowly lifted the lid and peered inside totally freaking out at the pair of eyes looking back at him, jumping away knocked the lid off completely exposing a severed head, which resulted in a mad dash for the loo.

Five minutes later with stomach emptied, face washed, teeth well and truly brushed he phoned for back-up.

Dan and Harry were eating breakfast while the Daily Prophet sat in front of them

"Do you think it's going to be enough?" asked Dan

"I hope so, when Hermione's pregnant if anyone even looks at her the wrong way I'll be stunning first and questions later" said Harry

Dan just shook his head and smiled, "what have you got this morning?"

"We're meeting the Abercrombie's this morning before we all head to shop, Hermione can't wait to show gran Diagon Alley. We're getting her a ball gown as it's not everyday she gets to see her son presented with the top award magic has to offer." Harry answered

Dan looked embarrassed, "I'm not sure I deserve it, do you think this is being used by the minister for political means?"

Harry was laughing now, "If it's political then I agree with it, do you know as a Order of Merlin winner you are eligible for the Wizengamot?"

"WHAT!"

"I think it's a foregone conclusion that you, Winky and possibly Griphook from the goblins will be invited, Sirius would be a good bet to" laughed Harry "Winky remember you and Dobby need to meet us for shopping, we need to get you a gown to match the occasion. Do you think the elves should have dress robes?"

"I think that's a great idea, we'll organise it today" said Winky

"Well if you'll excuse us my husband and I need to get going, we'll fetch gran and meet you at the Leaky Cauldron at twelve" Hermione was taking Harry by the arm as they headed out the room.

Kevin Carter was a hard man to impress but the contents of the boxes were unbelievable, each box contained a head, a large plastic wallet full of documents and a piece of stained glass.

It was the documents that impressed the hell out of Kevin, listed was crime after crime committed by the occupants of the boxes as well as every criminal contact they ever made. What he wouldn't give for the power to procure confessions like that.

Obviously Kevin had never heard of Veritaserum nor was he aware that all contact with the magical world had been removed from the documents.

There was no doubt in anyone's mind that these were the terrorists who had carried out the attacks and they now had enough information to arrange alternative accommodation for quite a few people for Christmas, he wondered if they served turkey in prison.

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