Potter's Eleven

Potter's Eleven

"Please state your name for the record," a woman's voice asked.

"Harry. Harry Potter."

"And the purpose of this meeting would be?" the voice inquired.

"I'm requesting time off. Being an Unspeakable can be extremely stressful at times, and quite frankly, I need a break right now," Harry replied.

"Well, seeing as you haven't taken a day off in the past five years and you are, well Harry Potter, I must grant you a three week vacation. Have fun Mr. Potter."

"Thank, I will," Harry said smirking as he got up from his chair and walked out of the Ministry building.

Harry apparated to Diagon Alley where there was a Quidditch signing in progress by England's nation team. Harry searched the crowd and smiled as he grabbed a book, Draco's Secrets to Success, as he pushed his way through the throng of screaming teenagers to the table outside Flourish and Blotts. Smiling as he reached the table, he threw the book in front of a certain blond that he had been looking for.

"How do you want me to make it out to?" the blond asked with out looking up.

"How about Harry."

"Sir., I must say that if you aren't going to buy anything, I'll have to ask you to leave. All though, I must suggest the Leaky Cauldron. They serve great food, especially around two," Draco said smoothly all while holding a perfect smirk.

"Two? Well I guess I'll have to go and check that out," Harry said before walking away and disappearing among the crowd of shouting teenagers.

Draco walked into the Leaky Cauldron fifteen minutes past two. Scanning the pub, he quickly found what he was looking for and walked over to a seat.

"Is this table taken?" he asked with another smirk.

"You're late," Harry said as he turned around in his chair, "what took so long?"

"Roger kept the team late. He told us that we had to win tomorrow against Brazil. I guess he has a lot of money on it...so what's up?"

"Well, actually that's what up. I've been hearing that Roger's running sort of a casino. Supposedly, he's set up a type of casino where people can make bets on Quidditch games and play card games. Of course, since I work at the Ministry, we know all about what's going on in America, but haven't a clue of anything happening here," Harry said.

"Yep, that's the gist of it. It's all barely legal, but somehow he managed to write it off as a casino instead of a place to bet on games. I've never actually been to it, but I've heard that it's really fancy, but it's impossible to win. You got an idea or something?" Draco replied.

"Maybe, just maybe. Do you think that you could get the blueprints to this casino? I'd like to take a peak at what he's doing. I think that it's time to teach Roger a lesson he'll never forget. Without the Ministry's help," Harry said as he stood up and threw his cloak over his shoulders, "You will be able to get those for me right?"

"Yeah, but why? What are you planning Harry?" Draco responded.

"Just get those blueprints and come over to my flat as soon as possible," Harry said with a smile as he started to walk towards the door until he stopped and turned around, "Do you know where I can find Ron right now by chance?"

Draco actually smiled for the first time that whole day, "Yeah, he's out in Bristol teaching the new Aurors the basics. Knowing Ron, he's probably teaching how to play poker rather than defense."

Harry smirked and said his good-byes. So, he was going to Bristol.