The Red-Haired Rescue Party - Part One
Ronald Weasley was wearing a suit. At least, he thought he was, only he lived purely in the magical world, and thus didn’t own a suit, so he’d ended up transfiguring a set of his robes into what he imagined a muggle suit would look like. Ultimately he’d ended up with something akin to the outfit of an Elizabethan gentleman, ultimately less odd than Auror robes, but certainly not by much. He was undoubtedly odd looking, especially since he’d portkeyed directly into a bathroom stall in the Quantico FBI base. This also added the slight complication that he had landed directly on top of an unfortunate person using the facilities for their intended function, who then of course needed to be obliviated. This was easy, but what added a further complication was that he had landed in the women’s bathroom, making him even more easy to spot. A tall man, wearing Shakespearean garb, with bright red hair, strolls out of the women’s restroom, only thirty seconds after a woman’s scream had been heard from within. This instantly made him suspicious, and led to security tackling him to the floor.
“Bugger” he muttered.
Aaron Hotchner was sitting, patiently consoling his young colleague, whom they both believed to be severely mentally ill, when he was disturbed by a nervous throat-clearing from behind him.
“Excuse me, Agent Hotchner Sir, but there’s a rather… odd gentleman in custody downstairs who claims he’s here to represent a Mr. Potter, and the system says he is here?”
At this, Hotch’s posture shot bolt upright, and he turned towards the man who had spoken?
“What’s his name?”
“Mr. Ronald Weasley, he says, sir”
The door to the interview room banged open and both Harry and Derek looked up. The two agents moved to one corner and began to frantically whisper to one another, occasionally glancing back at their prisoner suspiciously. At long last they broke apart, and Hotch leant on the table opposite Potter.
“Your phone call - you contacted a lawyer”
“Not exactly, I contacted my friend, who is married to my other friend who happens to be a lawyer, and she contacted him”
“How did he get here in…” Hotch checked his watch, “forty-six minutes? The phone number was the area code for Devon in England”
“Oh, uhmmm” Harry’s cheeks flushed pink, “Luckily for me, he happened to be on a work trip here anyway so…”
Harry didn’t actually know any lawyers, but he could guess from their tone that Ron had arrived, as promised by Hermione, and that was probably the only thing he could say to them, so that they would let him see him. It helped of course that they had assumed he was a legal representative, although what could Ron have said to convince them as such? Could Hermione have given him instructions? ‘Right Ron, this is what you say to the muggles…’ Ah well, he’d find out eventually, when all of this is said and done.
Jennifer Jereau walked professionally towards the building’s security office, heels clacking as she did so. She reached her destination and knocked curtly on the door. She was greeted by a burly uniformed gentleman, who led her down the corridor towards a small holding cell.
“Here he is, ma’am” he said, gesturing towards a lanky ginger fellow, in an incredibly strange outfit.
“Ah, and you must be a Mr. Wesley? Here for Harry Potter?”
“Weasley,” the man replied, “and yes I am, may I see him now?” She craned her neck in acknowledgement, and the guard begrudgingly unlocked the cell door.
“Take care of him, ma’am” warned the guard.
“Of course, Officer” she replied, leading Weasley back to BAU Headquarters.
“Your client is in here” said JJ, gesturing to the interview room door. “You may speak with him for ten minutes, before the interview continues”. Ron nodded,
“Yes, my client… yes” and he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. Harry was so glad to see his friend, that he stood and enveloped him in an almost bone crushing hug, once again letting the magically released handcuffs fall to the ground with a clunk as he did so. Unfortunately, neither of them knew that there was a microphone, so neither of them knew that not only were they being watched, but also listened to.
“Mate, what the bloody hell is going on? How on earth did you get caught by muggles?”
Harry’s cheeks tinged slightly pink.
“I admit, I was a little bit… absorbed in the job. There were children, Ron, it took me back to…”
“The war? I get it mate, why do you think I left?”
The pair shared a sad smile before returning to the matter at hand.
“Hermione’s in communications with this bloke from MACUSA, the head of their DMLE equivalent I think, they’re going to find a way to get you out of here soon”
“I hope that’s okay, she’s seven months along, I hate to stress her”
“Calm down Harry, she knows her limits”
“The muggles, they know I’m involved”
“They think you are law enforcement, right, like a please man or something?”
“They think I did it Ron, they’re clever, they sense the dark things I’ve done”
“Harry, we all know you had no choice, it was the right thing to do”
“In the war, yes, but what about at school, I nearly said something about the bathroom incident in sixth year, I could have killed him Ron”
“He started it mate, anyway, he’s a git”
“I know, I know, but I get the feeling that they can just tell that I’ve taken it too far before”
“You were sixteen, it was twelve years ago, you’ve more than paid your due, you got the bloke out of Azkaban. Whatever mind tricks you think they’re employing, you’re Harry Potter - they have nothing on you”
“Thanks Ron”
“I dropped in on Neville on the way, he’s got the list down to two - should be with the first one as we speak”
“When I get out I’ll help him finish the job, I can’t wait to get them, thanks for updating me mate”
“No problem, you at least had some fun while you’re here? Found out what the muggles know?”
“Of course, like you said, I’m Harry Potter”
Ron laughed,
“Yeah mate, Fred would be proud”
“There’s a list, like a hit list?” began Rossi
“At least we have evidence that he’s in some sort of Crime Organisation - this DMLE whatever that stands for” Added Morgan
“And there’s a US branch - MACUSA, did he say?” said JJ
“Guys, the fact that these are Organised crime groups is only inferred” pointed out Prentiss, “But granted, it does seem that way”
“I think” decided Rossi, “That it’s time we shared our findings with Hotch, let’s see what he has to say”
“I just hope that poor Spence is okay” muttered JJ
“Yeah” confirmed Morgan.