At the ministry

Harold J. Armstrong breathed a sigh of realease as he got out of the barrier of 9 and 3 quarters. He was in London. He started walking away from King's cross. He started looking. He went first to the Leaky cauldron and asked the barman where the ministry was located. The barman told him. Harold then started walking toward the ministy entrance.

When he was almost there he stumbled on a alleyway between two high rise building. He saw something shiny in there and walked in. What he had seen was a trash can lid. He was about to turn around when he realised there were a pair of legs sticking out from under ther trash can lid. He lifted the lid off the pair of legs and found a dead man shot. The man had in his hand a lead pipe of which he probably used to fend off his attacker. Harold tugged at the lead pipe until it was free from the mans hand. He felt the lead pipe in his hand. It was cold. He put it into his coat and walked away from the man.

He was walking until he got about 3 feet away from the man. Harold had almost tripped on something. He looked down at what it was. There on the ground was a revolver. Harold picked it up and fingered it. It had probably been thrown away after it had been used on the poor chap under the trash can lid. Harold pocketed it with the lead pipe and walked toward the ministy entrance.

He got to the telephone booth and went inside it. A womans voice came over the whole booth. "Visitor to the ministry, introduce yourself and your purpose."

"Harold J. Armstrong, retrieval" Harold said. A button came through the coin slot where change was suppose to come from. It said, "Harold J. Armstrong, retriever." The telephone booth began to go down. Harold waited for the booth to stop and then the doors opened and he got out. He walked from the booth into the stream of witches and wizards going about their business in the ministry. At the security desk, he turned over the lead pipe and the revolver. He didn't hand over Potter's wand because Potter didn't take it with him downstairs before he drank the potion. The security guard not knowing what the metal thing Harold game him was handed him back the revolver. The lead pipe was also given back to Harold because the security guard didn't really pay attention to a long pipe. Harold put them both in his pocket and walked to the metal lift. He got in and punched the button labeled Level Nine. The lift went down and after a few floors the lift was empty. 3 more floors to go, Harold looked at his reflection in the metal the lift was made from. The potion really had changed him. His eyes was no longer green but blue. He also had laid flat hair that was not shaggy or ruffled. Nobody could have told that this man was the famous Harry Potter.

At Level Nine, he got off the lift. He walked passed the department of mysteries to Arthur Weasleys office. He went to the office door and knocked. An old man opened the door and said, "Yes"

"I take it you are Perkins," Harold said

"Yes, I am Perkins" The old man said.

"Is Arthur Weasley here," Harold asked

"Yes, just a minute, Arthur." There was a sorting of junk around inside the office as Arthur Weasley came into view.

"What do you want," Arthur asked Harold

"I was wondering if you could tell me where they keep the names of the death eaters tried when You-Know-Who was here. I want them all even if they are free or in Askaban today." Harold finished.

Arthur inched back from Harold and said, "Ah, you want to find out who was behind all those death eaters and the dark mark at the Quidditch world cup" Arthur said.

"Yes, I do, now if you could tell me where do they keep the names." Harold said impatiently.

"I don't know, you might want to try asking Barty Crouch." Arthur said.

"Thank you, Arthur, if you could just tell me what department he works in again." Harold asked.

"Department of magical cooperation." Arthur said, "My son works under him."

"Good bye then Authur," Harold said and walked away.

Harold walked to the lift and got in and pushed Level six. The lift stopped at Level 8 and Ludo Bagman stepped in. He took one looked at Harold and started taliking "What would you be willing to bet Harry Potter wins the Triwizrd tournament" Ludo Bagmen asked

"I wouldn't bet 12,000 galleons on it" Harold said. "The day that kid wins the Triwizrd tournament is the day Lord Voldemort rises from his grave." Harold said.

"So you are betting he dosen't win" Ludo said. He pulled out a satchel and said 'How much can I put you down for." Harold put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a fistful of gold coins.

"Thirty galleons" Harold said dumping the gold in Ludo's satchel. "But don't try to cross me if I win, If I detect an ounce of leprecahn gold anywhere near my winnings, I'll knock your ruddy block off."

"Now that would be a first" a voice behind Harold said. Harold and Ludo both turned around to see Barty Crouch entering the elevator. "Acctually, I think I would find that a bit entertaining, wouldn't you Weatherby." Barty said to Percy Weasley who had come into the lift behind Crouch.

"Yes sir, of course sir" Percy said.

"Ah, Mr. Crouch," Harold said pushing past Ludo. "I was wondering if I could ask you a private question."

"Well of course, my good man. What is your name, my dear sir." Barty said

"Harold J. Armstrong." Harold said. Just as he said that the lift clanged to the atrium. "Why don't we talk where no one can overhear us." Harold said.

"Of course my dear boy" Barty said. "Wetherby, you go take care of my business while I talk to Mr. Armstrong."

"Gladly, sir" Percy said and stayed in the elevator as it rose.

"Now what do you want to talk to me about," Barty said.

"I was wondering if you could tell me where the files of the trials of all the death eaters are kept, tjhose in askaban and free today." Harold said. "I want to find out who those bastards were who tormented that muggle family."

"I had them transferred out of the record room to Delores Jane Umbridges office, if you want to access them go meet her." Barty said. "Now I need to go, but before I do, were you serious about knocking Ludo's block off."

"You damn better believe it, nobody makes a fool of Harold J. Armstrong." Harold said

"Well that will jolly be the day." Crouch said laughing as he walked away. Harold walked back to the lift and got in. He punched Level One AND the atrium strarted that way.

"So you are investigating the fiasco at the Quidditch world cup." A voice said slyly behind Harold. Harold turned around and saw that the speaker was Lucius Malfoy. "You know, a lot of bad things happen to people who seek to know the truth."

"Well I can garuntee you, nothing bad will happen to me." Harold said. "I am not a man you want to tangle with, Lucius" and Harold looked Lucius right in the eyes.

Lucius started to respond when he saw a hit of red in those eyes. Lucius gasped in horror and backed away into the other wall. "You"

Harold smiled and said "me". The lift reached level one and Harold got out leaving the petrified Lucius in the elevator. "See you soon" Harold said laughing.

Harold walked down the hallway to find Umbridges office. He reached the offices andwalked to her office. He knocked.

"Come in" said a sickingly sweet voice. Harold opened the door and walked in. Umbridged looked shocked to see someone like Harold enter her office but she recovered immediatly. "What can I do for you today, Mr. . ."

"Armstrong, Harold J. Armstrong. Mrs. Umbridge." Harold said

"Oh, it's miss." Umbridge said flirtingly

"Do you know where the files that were taken on the former death eaters are" Harold asked

"Why, yes they are right here." Umbridge said going to her filing cabinet and removing several hundred files. "These are all the files on the death eaters, past including those who are not death eaters today." Harold reached for the files but Umbridge pulled them out of his reach. "Question is, Mr. Armstrong what will you do to make them yours."

"Good question." Harold said as he got up and walked around the room. "What am I going to do." He turned his back on Umbridge and pulled the lead pipe out of his coat.

"Well," Umbridge said starting to unbutton her coat, "Youi could start by-" THWAK. Umbridged was out cold on the floor due to the fact that Harold had just hit her on the side of the head with the lead pipe. Harold put the lead pipe back in his coat and picked up the files.

He walked out of her office and walked toward the lift. He got in the lift and took it down to the atrium. He walked out of the secret entrance of the ministry several minutes later with the files in hand. He walked toward Kings cross feeling the revolver and lead pipe. He walked toward 9 and 3 quarters. Another plan perfectly executed.