Harry Potter and the Mystery Squad

"Would some one answer that!"

"Shut-up and go to sleep, Ron."

"Don't tell him to shut-up," defended Harry.

"Fine! I just want to go to sleep. I'm tiered," moaned Drew.

Looking over at his female room mate, Ron commented, "You know, you're hotter when you have all that gunk on your face."

"Thanks Ron. You mean make-up," said Drew, more than slightly annoyed.

"Ya, that. You know, you sure talk a lot for some one who wants to sleep so badly."

"Shut-up."

"Guys! Emergency call from Katherine O'Malley!" called Hermione. After pushing a few buttons on the control panel back at HQ, Katherine, a beautiful red head from Ireland, appeared on the television.

"What's the problem, Kat?" asked Harry, walking over to the TV.

Close to tears, Katherine chokes out, "Someone has stolen the emulate! It's not supposed to leave the house! It can't! I need you to find it before tomorrow night!"

"No problemo!" said Ron, tousle haired. "We've dealt with thefts before. We'll have it back before sun-set!"

"It won't be that easy! This isn't just a piece of jewelry! It has magickal powers!"

"Magick powers. Right," said Drew sarcastically, the only muggle in the group. "We'll be real careful."

"Well be there as soon as we can," assured Harry.

"Thank you sooo much!" sobbed Katherine.

As the Mystery Squad walked up the trodden path to the O'Malley Manor, Ron started to become uneasy. "Guys, something doesn't feel right. Maybe we should go home."

"Sissy," muttered Drew.

"Come on, Kenzie," Harry said as she nudged Ron's arm. "There's nothing to worry about! The house is just a bit old."

"Ya. Besides, we all got your back!" said Hermione.

"Oh, all right," said Ron, casting a futurative glance at the enormous dilapidated house in front of her.

As they approached the front door, Katherine O'Malley flung open the door and came bounding down to see them. "Oh, thank goodness you're here!" she said, flinging herself onto Ron.

"Umm. . . no problem," said Ron aquardly.

"We're happy to help," said Harry. "Come on, crew." Without another word, they entered the creepy, run-down house and carefully began looking for anything unusual.

"This was the room where it was kept," stated Kat.

"Finger print it," commanded Harry. "Ron, go with Kat and see if you can get a picture of the surveillance tapes."

"Actually, . . . we don't have any," said Katherine.

"Oh, right. Pureblood."

They had been working in silence for two hours when suddenly. . .

"Found one!" shouted Hermione.

"I'll process it," said Drew. "Let's see if we can match it with one from out data base."

"Every one who has ever live or worked in this house, including me, have there finger prints recorded on my laptop," said Kat.

"Let's start there," suggested Harry.

After lifting the finger print, Drew scanned it onto her computer and matched it to one of the prints in the O'Malley data base. "Got it! It's . . . Sarah Black."

"My daughter! That little ungrateful b. . ."