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The man in the doorway, looked perhaps, cooler than Bill Weasley. He had blonde spiky hair and was most definitely part giant. He made everyone seem insignificantly small as soon as he entered the room. The muscles on top of the muscles in his arms bulged under his gaudy Hawaiian shirt.

“Oliver Octavious at yer sirvace.” He spoke with an Irish accent. “Herry, how er yer? Yer wanted me here. What do Ei do?”

“This is Oliver Octavious as you know now. He normally works for the German Ministry of Magic, but is currently on vacation in rainy London. I met him when he was still working as a barman in Dublin and we’ve been good friends ever since. He too is an auror. We both have the same duties at work and have had similar trainings. Though, I don’t really approve of his combat techniques. He’s here to look after you while I’m away.”

“Pleeze to meet yer leds,” he said to Sirius and Lupin as if they were no more than three years old. “An yer to leedies.” He said, glancing at Hermione and Myrtle and making a slight bow.

“Fancy a drink Oliver?” Harry offered.

“Ay. That’d be greete.” Said Oliver, a broad grin forming on his face.

Harry led Oliver into the next room.

“Oliver, I can’t pretend that this situation isn’t very serious. I’ve brought you here because you are the best person for this job. Voldemort is back.” Oliver winced at the sound of Voldemort’s name. “This house needs to be turned into a fortress. No one must get in.”

“What do yer axpact Herry? Geerlic in the doorweeys? Holy worter, crosses? This aint a vampeire, eit’s the Dark Lord.”

“I have to do something. You’re all I could think of. You will be able to stop anyone except Voldemort entering this house. That light wand (combination of a wand and a light saber) of yours is bound to be useful.”

“Ei’ll help yer Herry, but, just so yer know, Ei don theenk me wand ell do much good.”

“It has to be better than nothing.” Harry said, anguished.

In the living room, the others were again startled. This time by a tapping at the window. It was a huge tawny owl with a letter attached to its leg. Myrtle got up to let it in. It dropped the letter into her hand and flew out again. Lupin, who was closest to Myrtle, took the letter from her. It was addressed to him. He opened it and skimmed the letter quickly.

“Harry, the results of the enquiry are in. It seems that every Death Eater is here and accounted for. Except for one, Lucius Malfoy and if I remember rightly, he died four months ago in Azkaban. It doesn’t seem as if it could be Voldemort. He’d need his Death Eaters more than anything.”

Hermione’s head shot up suddenly.

“What about Draco? Where’s he?”

“His house elf informed us that he and Pansy are in Bulgaria visiting their daughter Lucretia at Durmstrang. They left last week. Unless Voldemort is in Bulgaria if seems unlikely that he is back or Malfoy is involved either.”

“Then who could it be?” Said Myrtle, but no one heard her. They were more interested in the apparition at the doorway.

“Eit seems that one hez found their wey beck Herry.” Said Oliver solemnly.

“Elli!” Cried Harry and Hermione simultaneously as they rushed to embrace her. Myrtle stayed aloof avoiding the eyes of the sister she did not understand.