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Part 31

Chapter 31: The Winds of Change

Notes:

I don't own Harry Potter

Chapter Text

The dual colored light deposited them in room where several people were hurrying about carrying files, answering phones, and leading people that looked as if they had seen better days out of the room The Watchers were standing in.

“This is a Police Station!” said Dr. Clark. “What are we doing here?” he turned to look at Harry, but Harry looked as confused as the rest of them.

“Parker! Where is that Stapelton file?” said an important man coming out of the corner office. He had salt-and-pepper hair, clean shaven and strong arms. Though he spoke with high authority, he had a kind smile on his face.

“Right here, Inspector Homes” said the man named Parker standing up and walking the file over to the Inspector.

“Hey! That Parker guy is the same guy that was at the Dursley’s in the first Scroll! He was one of the Detectives that came once you were heading for the ambulance!” said Hermione eagerly.

“Yep, that’s him.” said Harry looking around curiously. “We never really talked, he’s sort of cynical and Officer McFinn and Mrs. McFinn never really wanted me to become that. But I get along really great with Inspector Homes.”

“Little late for you not to be cynical.” said Sirius with a smirk.

“Oh, I can be even more cynical if you want.” said Harry teasingly.

“I need to you go and speak to Mrs. Heavebow on Wilkin Street. She may know something about her sister’s disappearance. She if she can give you an insight to their mother. I don’t trust that cold old fish.” said the Inspector.

“Yes, sir.”

“Lunch!” shouted a young voice coming from the door which swung widely open.

Several officers stood up and walked over to the door, the Watchers walked over as well, half-knowing whose voice it belonged to.

There was Harry, with a neatly repaired food trolley bearing the photos of several different foods which included pizza, spaghetti, different sandwiches, chili, soup, chicken, hamburgers, hot 

dogs

 and several other things, each bearing a different price.

“What’s the special today, Bud?” asked Inspector Homes, walking over.

“My ‘Seven-day spaghetti’, with garlic bread, fruit of your choice and a slice of apple pie, only twelve pounds.” said Harry pointing to the large pot on a portable hot plate.

“Twelve pounds? I’d charge forty galleons for that spaghetti.” said Ginny looking at Harry in shock.

“You’ve had it?” asked Ron quickly.

“Yeah, the other night.” said Ginny with a smile.

“Sounds good to me, sign me up.” said Inspector Homes smiling broadly, he took out his wallet and placed the money on the small counter on the food trolley that wasn’t covered with sandwiches or fruit. “How’s the fund raising going? Are you going to have enough money to find Sam when you graduate?”

“I hope so…but it’s going pretty slow.” said Harry sadly.

“What did you expect? You can’t raise almost two million pounds in the course of a few months. There are people that work two jobs a day and they don’t make even a half million pounds in a few years. It’s gonna take some time, Bud.” said Inspector Homes with a smile.