InsaneJournal

Harry was just thinking about going home when a shadow fell across his desk. He looked up, and immediately groaned at the look on Savage's face. "No. Whatever it is, no." He was still smarting a bit from yesterday, though Ernie had done a wonderful job at patching him up, and he'd done nothing more strenuous today than a second interview with Waddlesworth. Which, granted, had given him a headache but at least there were no new bruises.

Savage just looked at him until Harry groaned and resisted the urge to bash his head against his desk. "All right, fine. What've we got?"

"A suspected Death Eater hangout. It seems a Mrs. McHavelock witnessed some known Death Eater associates congregating in a 'suspicious' manner last weekend, and has witnessed them coming and going quite regularly since her new tenant moved in." Savage smirked through the briefing, and Harry was reminded how much she scared him. Always. "I need you to go check it out."

Harry sighed. They got at least twelve of these calls every quarter, and none of them actually lead to the capture of Death Eaters, past or present. It was usually someone's overactive imagination, but the department had to take them all seriously. "All right. Address?"

A few minutes later Harry Apparated to Monument Alley, and walked up the steps to the so-called Death Eater hangout. Despite his belief that this was a false call, Harry had his wand handy and didn't announce himself as he knocked on the door.