The Fat Muggle, Ten Years Later

--------------------The Fat Muggle, Ten Years Later. chapter five,"On the trail"-----------------------

The day I was set free.

It was like exhaling after holding your breath for two hours.

And killing.

There is nothing more releasing than killing a complete stranger.

I was half awake and I was staring at the fullmoon outside the window, when he came.

He was an animal and I first thought it was just a stray rat, but when he transformed I knew my time had come.

"Sit still! Don't say a word until I say so," he said.

I guess he must have learned the spell to get rid off the Suppressor from some of the guards, becuase he just waved his wand and mumbled some words.

And I was free!

He told me that I was going to take Lord Voldemorts place, that I was supposed to join up with my father in some other country.

He gave me an adress and said he had a catch on You that he would use against You when the time came.

I don't know what he meant by that.

So I turned into my shape and killed and swam towards safety.

But as it got brighter and the sun was rising, I felt weary.

But there my father came in a boat and rescued me!

He brought me to a safe place and explained it all.

And soon You will all get it.

And then You will die!

"How long untill we're there?" Dudley shouted to Grindle from his Thunderbird.

Grindle pointed to the horizon and they saw a small town emerge.

"Practically there!" he shouted back.

They hovered the town for a good ten minutes before they decided to land in the city park.

The park wasn't very big, but it helped conceal their decent.

Grindle packed up the broomsticks in the suitcase.

"So, Let's find the little bastard, shall we?" he said.

"How?" Harry asked.

Ron took out a small device from his uniform.

It was rectangular and brown and it had a small silvery circle at the end.

"Like this! Touch it, Harry," Ron said.

Harry put his index finger on the silvery circle and he immediately felt every single memory of Malfoy he had surface and overwhelme him.

Grindle held him up so he wouldn't fall.

Then, Ron pulled the device away from Harry.

"There! We got a fix on him!" Ron exclaimed.

"What is that thing?" Dudley asked.

"A Memoperson tracker," Ron answered.

"I felt like every memory about Malfoy was sucked out of me," Harry said while trying to regain his balance.

"They were. Kind of. The Memoperson tracker uses memorys of a person to find that same person in a specific area such as a city, but it never keeps the memorys," Grindle explained and took out his Auror Id card.

"What are you doing?" Ron asked.

"The Ministry has booked us a room in every hotel in Skane, so we won't be stranded," Grindle said.

"So? We have a fix on Malfoy! Let's get him!" Ron said.

"You know very well that tracking someone down takes a long time and we haven't slept or eaten," Grindle said.

"I don't fucking care!! I want to get this piece of shit now!" Ron shouted.

"Shut up! I'm the leader of this team and I say we get some rest before we take him on!" Grindle shouted back.

Harry stepped between them.

"I think Grindle is right, Ron! I want to get Malfoy too, but you know he won't be an easy arrest! We should get some rest so we're strong enough tomorrow," Harry said.

Dudley nodded his head.

Ron exhaled, defeated and crossed his arms and looked at Grindle with a look of pure poison.

Grindle returned the look.

Then, he showed his Auror ID to Dudley.

"You think you can find this adress?" he asked.

"Where is that to?" Dudley asked.

"The hotel."

"Oh ok! I guess I could ask someone, but let's eat first!" Dudley said.

They walked the streets of Trelleborg and looked for any kind of hamburger joint, but to no succes.

"There's a fucking pizzeria on almost every corner, but not one single burger place?!?" Ron shouted irritated.

They had walked for thirty minutes when both Harry and Dudley sniffed hamburgers.

"There!" Harry said and pointed.

They saw a neon sign across the town square: Sibylla's grill.

They walked fast across the square and barely noticed the big fountain sculpture in the centre: a mermaid taming a sea serpent.

Dudley took everyone's order and started talking to the girl behind the little glass window.

"Hej, erh...fyra 150 grams chesseburgare med allt pa," he said and felt cool that he could speak such a difficult language.

"Ok, vad vill ni ha att dricka?" the girl asked.

"Cola," Dudley answered and smiled.

"Da blir det tvahunda kronor jamnt," the girl said.

Dudley handed her the money Grindle had given him from one of his many pockets.

Harry noticed four guys looking at them funny and Harry realised it must be because of Ron's and Grindle's uniforms: Harry had always worn Muggle clothes and so had Dudley.

The guys were commenting their clothes to eachother, thinking Harry, Ron, Dudley and Grindle didn't speak Swedish as they were talking English for the moment.

"Jag svar, skitfula klader!" one of them said and giggled in an insulting way.(I swear, fucking ugly clothes!)

"Dom e sakert bogar," another one said. (They are probably fags,)

Dudley got pissed and faced them.

"Hall kaften, era dumma rovhal!" he said. (Shut the fuck up, you dumb assholes!)

This startled them all and they tried to look as if they knew Dudley had understood them.

"Vad ar det for fula klader?" one of them said. (What kind if ugly clothes is that?)

"Alldelles for dyra for dig, ditt svin!" Dudley said and spat at the ground.(Too expensive for you, you pig!)

The others had no idea what Dudley was doing, but they sure as hell knew he was about to get an asswhooping.

Grindle waved his wand without anyone seeing it and petrified the four guys, midsentance.

Dudley looked confused.

"Har har ni fyra chesseburgare och fya Cola," the girl in the window said and handed them their food. (Here's four chesseburgers and four cokes,)

They took the food and left, leaving the four guys petrified.

"We can't leave them like that!" Harry said.

"It will wear off in a minute or so," Ron assured him and bit into his hamburger.

The hamburgers were alot bigger than the ones in England or America and, along with the big orders of fries, it left the four very full.

After a few minutes of searching, they found the hotel and went to sleep as soon as their heads hit the pillows.

Except for Ron.

He thought about the day when they attacked Voldemort.

He had gone over this memory for so many years, trying to find what went wrong.

He and Neville had done as Voldemort had demanded and showed up outside his castle, hidden in the Highlands.

Voldemort had sent Wormtail to kidnap Tristan, Ron and Hermione's one-year-old son, and he'd been succesful.

So Ron and Neville had gone to Voldemorts castle to take Tristan back and finish Voldemort off once and for all.

Neville had transformed into his Animagus from and flown over the gates and Ron had clawed his way over in his Werewolf shape.

Once inside, they were face to face with Voldemort and Wormtail, standing in the center of the courtyard, with Tristan levitating over a hole in the ground, screaming.

"There are poisoned spikes at the end of this hole," Voldemort had said

Ron had leapt throught the air and tried to catch Tristan, but was hit by a green ray of light from Wormtail's wand.

Neville had thrown three curses at Voldemort at once and, incredibly enough, sent him to the ground.

Ron was groggy and had turned back into his human form.

Neville jumped onto Voldemort's chest and wasted no time and used the Killing Curse on him, and after a few seconds of struggling, Voldemort let out a scream and exploded, sending Neville over him.

Neville had landed dangerously close to the hole in the ground and just as Ron stood up, Wormtail slit Tristan's throat and threw him into the hole and kicked Neville down along with him.

Ron had felt his heart stop and he shot curse after curse after Wormtail, but he didn't hit him.

The castle was hit and big chunks were blown away.

Wormtail ran inside the castle just as the whole castle began to fall to the ground after Ron's assault.

Ron couldn't do anything else but levitate Voldemort's body out of there and escape.

Ron remembered how Hermione had fallen apart on the kitchen floor when Ron told her what had happened.

It was from that moment they had begun to break up.

But they still loved eachother, deep inside they both knew that.

But the loss of Tristan was too big for them to overcome.

Neither of them had had another lover since.

Ron eventually fell asleep with the memorys still haunting him.

The following day, after a quick breakfast, Harry, Dudley and Grindle had followed Ron outside into the park again to start the tracking of Malfoy.

Ron took out the Memoperson tracker and activated it.

He pressed a small button on the back of it and a yellow light shot into the air and seemed to spread like a web over the town.

"Ok, the web is up. Now we can either split up and look for tracks or we stay together," Ron said.

Dudley frowned.

Ron noticed and sighed.

"The web works like this; once it is in the air, any track that Malfoy has made will be visible to anyone who isn't a Muggle, and when we find the tracks we simply follow them," Ron said.

"But we have to work fast, because the tracks are visible to Malfoy too, so if he figures out someone is tracking him he'll be out of this town faster than a shithouse rat," Grindle said.

"Ok, We'll split up into two teams; Harry and me and Dudley and Ron. Now go!" Grinlde said and pulled Harry with him.

They headed north and Ron and Dudley headed east.

Soon, Harry thought, we'll have you, you bastard!

-------------------to be continued in chapter six, "Malfoy's lair"-------------------------