WHO: Harry and Hermione WHAT: Crisis WHEN: Monday late night WHERE: His office
Harry paced his office. The silvery lynx landed on his desk and Kingsley's voice came out, silky and deep. "I'm going to meet with the muggle Prime Minister now. I'll let you know when he's informed of our situation."
The lynx vanished. Harry tugged at his hair. He hadn't faced a real crisis since Voldemort, mostly a few nutters with wands. This was serious.