Harry arrived exactly on time, not wanting to be a minute earlier than he had to. At least the task force was being put together even now, a day or two and they should be working efficiently. Or so he hoped.
Ollerton had been quite agreeable, he'd found, after he'd spent nearly twenty minutes apologising for the fact that he'd found out about the task force from the minister and not him. When it came down to it though, he had generally liked the idea of Hit-wizards and Aurors working together - until, that was, the matter of who was in charge came up. Not that Harry could blame him, he would not like to give Ollerton or anyone else jurisdiction over his Aurors, but the man had had no choice and they'd both known it. Harry only hoped it wouldn't interfere with the way the group functioned.
Again he had insisted on a liason to keep Ollerton informed of everything, which seemed to have made him somewhat less hostile to the idea.
Today though, werewolves were not likely to be on the agenda. Today it was Hogwarts, and people returning to life. He still needed to speak to Tonks, but work had him more or less buried and he'd not had time. Today Regulus Black had returned and Harry was starting to wonder if whatever it was that was making them return was tied to the Black family. Not that they knew the identity of the first returnee (because he was sure by now that was what the intruder had been), but the Black family had had its share of murderers so why not? He guessed they'd find that out in time though.
Asking the secretary to announce him, he waited to be let in, a bit surprised to see Nott sitting comfortably in a chair in front of Mrs Malfoy's desk, though when he thought about it he supposed he shouldn't have been.