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.

"Why is he smiling?" asked Fred.

"He was happy that I was still naïve. He thought Uncle Vernon killed my childhood." said Harry plainly.

"He was close to doing so." growled Dr. Clark.

"I know, but I thought I would get some money together and send someone else first. Like a Privet Eye." said younger Harry sadly.

"Well, I can understand that, but it is going to take some time. I would say, go home and enjoy your childhood, but you really can't do that at your house, can you?" said Inspector Homes with a frown.

"Why couldn't they arrest your Uncle Vernon?" said Hermione angrily.

"He threatened the Police departments' solicitor with a lawsuit if the police bugged him again about me." said Harry scratching the back of his head absently.

"Would they have lost that lawsuit?" asked Dean.

"Yeah, I think they would have." said Harry

The scene shifted slightly and they found themselves in Inspector Homes's office.

"How much money have you raised so far, Bud?" asked Inspector Homes twirling his fork in the spaghetti.

Harry whipped out a small white book and read quickly. "Five thousand and twenty six pounds and fifty-four shillings."

Inspector Homes dropped his fork in shock. "Wow! You must be working very hard, how did you raise that much money so soon?"

"Mrs. McFinn and I take food all over the building here and sell baked goods out of her house. I even made a wedding cake a month ago." said Harry with a smile.

"Have you even given yourself a day off, or anything?" said Inspector Homes concernedly. "You should be out having fun, acting like a kid! Let the military fellows find Sam."

"All they're going to do is label him M.I.A nothing more." said Harry beginning to weep bitterly. "I…I want to find him! I wanna bring him home!"

Inspector Homes, took a quick step back, but then walked around his desk and brought the small eight year old into a tight hug. "I'm sorry, Bud, I'm sorry. Why don't you let us help you raise the money? We could start a collection here."

"I wanna earn the money, I don't want people going without their own hard-earned money 'cause I can't raise it." he dried his eyes quickly. "I gotta get back; Mrs. McFinn and I are making a cake for a garden party."

"Sure thing, Bud, see you tomorrow." he said as Harry pushed his little cart out of the room. He then sighed, and spoke too quietly for young Harry to hear, but The Watchers heard. "Are you ever going to let other's help you?"

Sirius and Remus looked quickly down at Harry and smiled. "Apparently, that took a few years didn't it?"

"So…the first time you actually took help from someone since then, was with us?" said Ron in shock.

"Yep." said Harry simply.

The scene shifted forward and now they were at the entrance of the Police Department. There was a well-dressed, rotund man, hair combed over the ever present bald spot on his head, surrounded by several different cameras and reporters.

"This latest string of thefts in getting out of hand, thieves are just coming into our places of business, our havens of cultural enrichment and thieving all we hold dear and cherish. This has to end now!" he shouted dramatically.

"What the hell is this guy going on about?" asked Sirius.

"And to help restore the peace of mind of our noble and fellow citizens." The man stated loud, like a preacher shouting the good word to a congregation. "I have created a brand new security system! And to prove that it will halt any criminal in his path, I will invite any thief who dares to try, can come and test it out. If you lose…well," he laughed slightly. "You go to jail." he said with a smirk.

"Can you tell us anything about this security system?" asked one of the reporters.

"Unfortunately no, it would take away the surprise, for when the culprit comes calling." said the man stroking his mustache.

"I know this guy." said Lionus with a smirk. "That is Edward Buckthorn. He wasn't all that dangerous, but he did attempt to eradicate a portion of the Police Department."

"How was he going to do that?" asked Dean curiously.

"By creating so-called security systems and placing them in every business, museum, bank, and home, halting burgling dead in its tracks, after stopping all the thefts in the country, he would tell Parliament that the Police Department was no longer needed for those particular occurrences. with one portion of the police department removed, they wouldn't need to give them that much funding." said Lionus.

"That couldn't happen." said Hermione skeptically.

"You didn't know those politicians. They were all about money and trying to get a little something on the side for themselves." said Lionus. Hermione thought deeply.

"Not even the Ministry of Magic is without those who try and line their pockets with gold." said Nightstrike looking over to Fudge.

"How do you know all this?" said Dean skeptically. "About this Buckthorn guy and his plans."

"We just know, and that's all I'm saying on that subject. As for making sure that no criminal could get past his system, he joined forces with most of the professional thieves in the country and told them not to rob anywhere that had his security systems. Everywhere else would get hit hard and the villains would vanish without a trace. People would have to buy his high priced system…"

"But how does that satisfy the other thieves?" asked Ron.

"They would take on the guise of maintenance men and enter the house, to upgrade the systems. They would tell the people that they would have to leave for an hour and leave them to their 'sensitive' work. Priceless paintings would be replaced with forgeries; antique silver would be replaced with silver plated objects and so forth. It was a very cunning plan."

"Holy…crap…" said Justin in a whisper. "So did you guys stop him?"

"No, we didn't, someone else did for us." said Lionus with a smile.

"What is it that they are going to try and steal?" asked a reporter.

"Well…my entire manor is engulfed in my security system, but…I happen to have the famous 'Forbidden Fruit' ruby in my manor. If they can steal that…I will give the thief three million pounds!" said Mr. Buckthorn.

The photographers began to click madly and reporters asked questions, however, they were asking them all at the same time so no one could really hear one question in particular.

Dumbledore looked over to younger Harry quickly and saw…an odd gleam in his eyes. He turned to the present day Harry and caught his eye. This Harry was smiling excitedly.

Finally one reporter asked a question with a louder voice than any other one had.

"How would they collect the reward, sir?" asked the reporter.

"They can come here, hand it to the officers and ask them to call me. I hereby swear, on tape, that I will not press any charges and that the money will be theirs, if they can get past my security systems!" he said smugly. "And if they get caught by my methods, off to jail they go."

"What a fraud." said Inspector Homes walking up behind younger Harry. "I'll bet that he's told all the thieves in town to go to his house and surrender the moment they go in there, then turn around and bail them all out, through a "prepaid" attorney."

"He was right on the money." said Lionus with a smirk.

"So, anyone could go in and rob the place?" said Harry quietly.

"Anyone with brains, I suppose. You better head on to Holly's." said Inspector Homes patting Harry's head. "She's most likely waiting for you."

Harry reached under the cart and slid a bicycle out, attached the cart to the back of the bike, clambered on board and pedaled off.

"Oh! What a cute little boy! Quick get a shot of the kid!" said one of the reporters.

"Would rather you didn't." said the veteran officer quickly. "Don't ask why, we would just rather you didn't."

"Camera shy, eh?" said one of the photographers.

"None of your business to be honest." muttered Inspector Homes making sure that he stood between the camera and Harry.

"Why not take your picture?" asked Colin.

"Yeah, it would have looked cute." said Lavender.

"If Uncle Vernon had seen the news or the paper and saw me at the Police Station…it wouldn't have gone well." said Harry rubbing the back of his neck. A low rumble of growls etched its way across the Hall.

The scene shifted once more and they saw fleeting glimpses of Harry in kitchen mixing the contents of a bowl, in a library pouring over several different books, typing swiftly on a computer, and pouring different compounds in different beakers in what looked like a high school chemistry classroom and in a junkyard sifting through different piles of unwanted refuse.

"What the heck is this all about?" asked George.

"I'm working hard." said Harry with a worried look towards the men in the bowl and the Weasleys.

The scene shifted once more and they found themselves against a large brick wall. It was a dark night and the wind was howling fiercely as they stood beside the giant wall. But oddly enough, the branches weren't swaying in the wind.

"What are we doing here?" asked Hermione, "And how come it's so windy but none of the trees are moving?"

"The Winds of Change, it's a turning point in Harry's life." said Speckerton.

"And as for the reason why we're here, here it comes." said Nightstrike with a smile.

They turned and saw a dark clothed figure come hurrying over to them, when they reached them; they noticed that the figure was a little shorter than even the first years.

"This wouldn't be you, would it?" asked Sirius quickly to Harry.

The dark figure stopped underneath a large tree and tossed a thin rope up to one of the higher branches, as he climbed the Watchers rose with him.

"I'll take this as a 'yes'." said Sirius.

"Oh, Harry! Don't tell you me you turn to thievery!" said Mrs. Weasley worriedly.

Harry ignored her.

"Answer her." warned Remus sternly.

"He's testing the security system." said Lionus shortly to the two adults.

"Do you do a good job?" asked Sirius excitedly, he was trying to get Harry to speak. Harry ignored him as well.

Dumbledore however was confused, for Harry was excited not more than a minute ago, why would Harry worry about this episode now?

He continued to climb onto the tree and pulled himself one of the higher branches. He pulled his rope up from along the wall. He climbed further up the tree and pulled out a large bag of powdered sugar out of the knapsack on his bag. He tossed it high into the air and watched it as it fell, as it fell, the entire ground was lit up with crisscrossing lasers.

"What the heck?" said Remus staring at the ground.

"If you touch one of those, an alarm will go off." said Tempest.

"Non-magic folk are quite…strange…" said Firenze.

"You're telling me." said Draco staring at the small red beams of light.

The dark figure took out a large tube from the knapsack and aimed it carefully, when he decided on a spot, he pulled on a small trigger underneath the tube. Something came whizzing out of the end and flew all the way over to the manor on the other side of the lawn. Then the scene shifted once more.

"What? Don't we get to see you rob this place? That's not fair!" moaned Fred.

"So much for getting tips." said George, begrudgingly putting a piece of parchment back in his pocket.

"How did you know how to do that stuff?" asked Dr. Clark.

"Remember that T.V. show, MacGyver?" said Harry quietly.

"Yeah, James and I would watch it…every…afternoon…" he said slowly, then slapped his forehead. "I forgot, you learn a lot of interesting things on that show."

"Can we watch it?" said Fred excitedly, but quickly cringed under the stern gaze of his mother.

They found themselves back in Inspector Homes' office this time the same man from the press conference was in the office, and two men with briefcases sitting on either side Inspector Homes' desk.

"I DON'T BELIEVE IT! YOU CAN'T HAVE MY RUBY!" shouted Mr. Buckthorn slamming his fist down on the table.

"So someone did take it, awesome!" said Dean eagerly.

"Not someone! Harry! He took it! He had to have!" said George.

"But, sir, I have it right here." said Inspector Homes innocently with a broad smile. He pulled out a small white bag and tipped the sole content out onto his hand. Out came a single ruby, the exact same size as an apple and round as an orange. "This is the Forbidden Fruit ruby isn't it?"

"It cannot be! I have the ruby right here!" shouted Mr. Buckthorn, pulling out another similar looking ruby. Inspector Homes, placed the ruby he had in his hand, in a drawer and then took the ruby from Mr. Buckthorn and examined it carefully. He then smiled.

"Your's is a fake." He said handing it back to the man.

"WHAT?" shouted the man. "That's not possible!"

"Trust me, I've had several years of experience with what this is, to know it's not a real ruby." Inspector Homes smiled and looked over the man's shoulder. "Hello sir, thanks for coming."

Mr. Buckthorn turned around and took a quick step back. The man was obviously of Asian descent and he had an jeweler's eyepiece dangling around his neck. He wore a finely tailored suit and a solid gold watch on his wrist.

"It is my pleasure, what did you need?" said the man bowing deeply.

"I need you to examine this," said Inspector Homes pointing to the ruby in the man's hand. "Do you know of the Forbidden Fruit ruby?" asked Inspector Homes.

"I do, sir. It is a very famous jewel." he said taking the jewel in hand. He examined it, turning it over and over in his hand. "And this is not it."

Mr. Buckthorn stared, fearfully. "What…How can this be?"

"This is not it." said the jeweler once again.

"Prove it!" said Mr. Buckthorn's lawyer.

The jeweler smiled and placed his teeth on the jewel and bit…a…chunk…off…

"You wouldn't be able to do that with the real thing." said the jeweler munching on the piece in his mouth.

"What…what is that…?" asked Mr. Buckthorn his finger pointing shakily.

"A type of rock candy it seems. It doesn't leave a sticky residue anywhere and it is absolutely clear. A very good idea to use as a jewel replacement." said the jeweler.

"I've got children that love that stuff, my daughter is very good at making it." said Inspector Homes tapping a picture of his family. "Here is the one that was taken from his house last night." said Inspector Homes handing the jewel over to the Asian man with great care.

After a moment of examination, he looked up with a smile. "This IS the Forbidden Fruit ruby."

"So that means that you lose, and someone is two million pounds richer." said the man standing beside Inspector Homes. "And if you think you're going to go back on your word, I've got a surprise for you."

He took out a remote and pointed it towards the TV hanging on the wall. On the TV, it showed Mr. Buckthorn, standing in front of the Police Department and saying: "I hereby swear, on tape, that I will not press charges and that the money will be theirs, if they can get past my security system."

"What have you got to say to that?" said Inspector Homes.

Mr. Buckthorn growled fiercely.

"Bring the money here tomorrow, I'll see to it that the money is given to the person who broke through your system." said Inspector Homes, "And until you do, the Police Department will keep your ruby safe for you, we'll call it evidence."

"I want to meet the foul beast that stole it!" shouted Mr. Buckthorn.

"He doesn't particularly trust you, so he's going to remain anonymous." said the man standing beside Inspector Homes. "And, you opened your home, and invited thieves to come and steal the ruby. You cannot possibly be angry with someone who took the ball you dropped and ran with it."

"Fine, whatever just keep this to yourselves!" growled Mr. Buckthorn.

"Ooh, sorry about that. I already called the TV stations and newspapers. They were waiting a whole week to hear news of someone to try and succeed." said the man beside Inspector Homes.

Mr. Buckthorn turned and stormed out of the room, with his solicitor in tow. The jeweler bowed and left.

"You think he's going to give me the two million pounds?" said a quiet voice coming from behind a cabinet.

"He's going to have to, Bud." said Inspector Homes, "guess this takes care of raising the money you need to hire the P.I." he smiled.

"It's more than enough!" said Harry happily stepping out from hiding. "Now I'm certain to find him!"

"That however wasn't the case, obviously." said Dumbledore sadly.

"What did the Privet Eye, find out?" asked Hermione.

"Nothing helpful at all, after he came back, I was in the same boat as I was before." said Harry angrily.

The red and gold light enveloped them again.

"Why was the light like that, before this it was white or black." asked Ginny curiously after the light had disappeared and they were once more in the Great Hall.

"It was the Dawning of a Change, the Winds of Change's partner." said Speckerton plainly. "It's only been seen once before this, I'm...we're very lucky."

Harry stood up and walked out of the Great Hall and left them all behind, not stopping even when Dumbledore and Remus called his name.