Auror's Angels

"I can't," she said as she tore the veil from her head.

"What?!" hissed her fiancée.

"It would never work...this is stupid. We're only nineteen. What are we thinking!?"

She looked around the dinky little chapel, at the fake priest dressed up in a worn and holey Elvis costume...and the hooker who was dozing in one of the crumbling makeshift pews.

The Chapel of Love

That's what the sign said above the Las Vegas city motel. Buy a wedding ceremony and get the honeymoon deluxe suite for only $39.95.

"Donovan I'm sorry...I really am. I love you."

With tears glistening in her eyes...

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Ms?"

Jacie opened her eyes and found herself face to face with a rather handsome young man. He had shaggy black hair and bright green eyes.

"I said," began the stranger, "are you alright?"

Jacie had to blink her eyes several times before she was able to process what had just happened. She was lying flat on her back in the middle of the busy New York City sidewalk looking up at a man she'd never seen before. Her shopping bags and their contents were all over the sidewalk and she was almost sure that the homeless guy on the corner could see right up her skirt.

"Here, let me help you."

As the strange young man grabbed her hand Jacie felt a jolt of...something run through her body and down her spine...it gave her chills.

"Oh..." she began, "I'm Jacie...I mean...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to."

"No," replied the man, "it was my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going. Let me help you with these."

Jacie nodded numbly and allowed him to pick up her packages.

"Where are you headed?" he asked.

Jacie pointed up the street towards her apartment building.

"I'll carry them over for you."

Again, all Jacie could bring herself to do was nod her head.

Upon reaching her building the man stopped and set down her bags.

"I'm Harry," he said as he offered his hand.

"I think you already know my name," replied Jacie as she shook hands with Harry, "Jacie. Thank you so much. Sorry to be such a bother."

Harry laughed.

"No bother just remember, read in between the lines."

Jacie opened her mouth to ask him what he meant just as he disappeared...into thin air?

"That settles it," Jacie mumbled to herself as she fumbled through her purse for her keys, "I'm never chasing aspirin with Vodka again."

*****

"She's supposed to be the new addition to the department! She's a bloody Muggle!"

Harry Potter rubbed his eyes and sighed.

"Yeah I kinda caught on to that one Malfoy. But the Minister says she's what we need."

Draco Malfoy ignored the comment and went about the room, pacing back and forth.

"How's some bloody Muggle supposed to help me, one of the best Aurors there've ever been, complete a mission!?"

Knowing that Draco was a lost cause, Harry took up the file from his desk and began to sift through it. The file read:

Jacie Clark

Age: 24

Location: New York, New York

Status: Muggle

Objective: Assimilate into wizarding world and bring into Operation Reconnaissance

Under the file was a black and white photo of a young woman. She was smartly dressed in a designer suit. The photo showed her arguing with a flower vendor on a bust street corner. Harry couldn't tell what exactly it was she was saying but from the looks of it, she wasn't happy. The snapshot of her appeared to be shouting while waving a bouquet of roses in the flower vendor's face. Harry chuckled to himself.

"What's so funny, Potter?"

For the past ten months, Harry Potter had been living a dream. After Hogwarts he'd graduated into an Auror training program and in just four years he'd become one of the most promising up and coming Aurors...one of them. Draco Malfoy had also graduated into the Auror training program and had also been told how good an Auror he'd one day become. Fast-forward a few years and there they were, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, Aurors...partners. And not just any partners, the most widely respected since Moody and Tabby; together Draco and Harry were making history...and the tabloids. Not a day went by when the two young Aurors weren't on the front page of the Daily Snoop...the new magazine put out by none other than Rita Skeeter.

It was surprising, a Malfoy becoming an Auror...but ever since Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts things had began to be well...a little surprising. At the beginning of Harry's sixth term, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy as well as Bellatrix Lestrange and many other Deatheaters had been found dead in their homes, apparent victims of the killing curse. Draco had come into the inheritance of the Malfoy fortune and as he had no parents, was sent to live with his aunt in the south of France. Surprisingly, his aunt did not have him transferred to Beauxbatons but chose to let Draco remain at Hogwarts. If anyone thought Draco was volatile before his father's death, they should have seen him after. He was crueler, eviler, and just plain nastier...until one day in sixth year. He was called to Dumbledore's office and didn't come back for over two weeks. Nobody ever found out where Draco was for that fortnight. Rumors flew around the school that he'd went to Azkaban and yet other claimed he'd gotten a French heiress pregnant and had left to be married...no one really knew. When Draco finally did return he had changed remarkably. He was by no means polite and engaging but there was something different about him, Harry could never quite put his finger on it...

"Are you listening to me, Potter!?"

Harry was about to respond when the office secretary, Charlene, walked in.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy," she began, "the Minister would like a word."

*****

"And so," began a tired looking Cornelius Fudge, "we'd like you to go to New York City and recruit the young Ms. Clark. She's one of the most qualified candidates for the job. With her connections Operation Reconnaissance should be a great success. Mind you, she doesn't know anything about the wizarding world or the operation, that's where the two of you come in. Get to know her, become her friends. You have two weeks."

Draco's mouth dropped open.

"And how do you propose we go about doing that minister? We don't even know what exactly Operation Reconnaissance is ourselves! And how is a Muggle woman supposed to help us?!"

Fudge rubbed his heavy eyelids and sighed, "All in due time Mr. Malfoy. First get the girl. We've provided you with lodging and an ample amount of Muggle money. The rest is up to you."

"When do we start?" asked Harry.

"Now."

*****

Jacie hummed along with the battery-powered radio as she tried desperately to shave her legs. It wasn't easy when you were in the dark, and had no running water.

Forever the absentminded one, Jacie had forgotten to pay the plumbing and electricity bills. As a result, she had no water or power. Simple right? Oh yeah. On top of that, Jacie had also forgotten that she had to be at work at seven. So there she was at six fifty-seven pulling on her uniform and attempting to shave the stubble off her legs. When she felt herself presentable, Jacie looked into the full-length mirror in her bedroom. From what she could see her Stardust Lounge waitress uniform was wrinkled and her hair was a mess, but Jacie couldn't have been happier. She grabbed her purse and keys and opened the door...to find a very handsome man standing in front of her with a small bowl in his hands. He had very pale skin and bright, almost white, blond hair. His long aristocratic nose led to small, rosy lips.

'Not bad,' thought Jacie.

"Hi," began the man rather impatiently, "I just moved into apartment 4B and I haven't unpacked yet...can I borrow some sugar?"