Harry Potter's auror senses prickled the back of his neck as he entered the small, dark pub.
Normally he wouldn't be seen dead in Knockturn Alley. And normally more than a few eyes would have turned to him as he walked in the door. But this was business, which meant going incognito.
He had changed his eye color to brown and changed his hair so it was slightly wavy, hanging just above his shoulders. With that, a different style of clothing than he usually wore and a few minor cosmetic changes to his features (including hiding his famous scar) only Ginny, Ron or Hermione would have been able to tell it was him under the disguise.
He had been sent to investigate claims that one of the barmen was a Death Eater. Even though it was 7 years since Voldemort's downfall there were still groups of Death Eater's who had somehow escaped Azkaban. Every now and then they would appear and make trouble, usually disappearing before the ministry showed up to arrest them. These incidents had been occurring with increasing frequency... and (much to the Ministry's chagrin) they were no closer to catching whoever was behind it than they were 7 years ago.
Harry sat at the bar and ordered a Firewhisky. As he sipped his drink, wondering how to start making subtle enquiries he felt eyes boring into the back of his head.
As he looked over his shoulder he spotted the person who was staring at him... a petite witch with a pretty, heart-shaped face. She had long blonde curly hair, blue eyes and a curvy figure. Although she looked to be a good 10 years older than him she was nonetheless very attractive.
She saw him looking at her and grinned, getting to her feet. He couldn't help smiling as she walked over. Yes he had been happily married for several years now... but her attention was flattering, particularly as she couldn't know who he was. As she got closer he frowned slightly... he was sure he had never seen her before... but there was definitely something familiar about her.
"Have we met?" he asked as she slid into the seat next to his, forgetting momentarily that he didn't look like himself.
The witch looked him up and down, a smile curving those full lips. "No. I don't believe I've had the pleasure. I think I would remember..."
A grin slid over his face before he could stop it.
"I'm Beatrice" she said silkily, holding out her hand. "Rigel" he said, giving it a firm shake.
She leaned in, giving him a glimpse of cleavage. "You wouldn't be from the Ministry would you Rigel?" she said in a low conspiratorial whisper.
He raised an eyebrow at her. "Why?" he asked cautiously.
"Because if you were I might be able to tell you some interesting things…" she whispered.
His interest pricked. "Things like what?" he asked, looking at her.
"Not here" she smiled. "Upstairs…"
He mulled it over. Ginny wouldn't like him being alone with this woman… but if a bit of harmless flirtation would get him the information he needed…
"Lead the way" he said firmly, putting his empty glass on the bar.
She grinned wickedly and he was struck again by familiarity. Why did he get the feeling he had seen her somewhere before?
Then she was taking his hand and leading him to the back of the bar. A narrow stairway went up to the top level. Uneasiness came over him as they reached the top of the stairway.
The top floor was dark but large with a pool table, several couches a television and a small kitchen. It looked like it hadn't been used in a long time.
She moved close to him and started to lean in to kiss him. He pulled back just in time. A pout curved her lips as irritation crossed her lovely face.
Suddenly he knew who she reminded him of. Narcissa Malfoy.
Before he could react her wand came up… and every thing went black…