It's a dangerous time to be in Britain. Evil lurks around every corner, and wickedness walks amongst the people. But there is no need to fear - for Inspector Potter and his dashing assistant, Luna, are on the case!

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CASE 1: TAKING A BITE OUT OF CRIME

Harry peered into the black, empty space, looking around hopefully; but nothing appeared from it. He mournfully watched as a spider idly spun a web in the corner, strands going over strands as they attached to the only thing in the cabinet.

A single plate, empty of anything but crumbs. But those crumbs, Harry had known what they once were. Something that couldn't be forgotten and thrown away, something that couldn't simply vanish.

"Luna," he called out, not removing his eyes as the spider twitched the strands of its web, looking for prey, "Did you eat the cake?"

"Of course not!" A voice replied, lilting and slightly amused, "We were saving that for after you'd graded the exams, remember?"

He did remember. And that meant only one thing.

"Luna, my dear," Harry said, spinning on one leg as he stepped backwards out of the cabinet, the doors flying shut behind him with a creak, "That cake… Has been stolen."

A moment of silence echoed through the house, drawn out and tense. Then a loud gasp as a blur of blonde appeared before him, dressed in a prim black suit with more than what one would call 'generous' amount of cleavage. A red rose was attached on the ridge of the collar, and the girl adjusted her bowtie as she gave Harry a very serious look.

"Inspector," she said, tying her hair back into a neat bun, "Do you know what this means?!"

He nodded solemnly. Only a true villain would commit such a devious crime, and that meant that only one person - one Inspector - could save Britain from such a criminal mastermind.

"Indeed, Luna. Fetch me my inspecterating gear."

The blonde nodded rapidly and vanished once more, a loud crack emanating from her former place as Harry whirled around and pointed at the cabinet doors, which obediently swung open with a very loud creaking sound, and found the spider once more.

"Now I don't know who you are," he said, glaring at the crumbs left on the plate, "But that cake was going to be our dessert! By stealing it, you have only prolonged your own suffering! You had best watch out, devilish demon, for soon… You will be found."

Luna reappeared, holding an outfit that he grabbed, putting it on as fast as possible. It was a suit, styled much similarly to hers, albeit without the ridiculous neckline. The two grinned at each other before pointing in unison at the empty cabinet, saying with great aplomb -

"The Inspector is on the case!"

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Ron Weasley sighed as he stared at the crime scene. Another robbery, only a day after the last. It was getting a bit ridiculous to follow, to be honest. All the crimes had taken place fairly late at night, and none of them had any real meaning or purpose. Everything stolen was so… random and impossible to follow.

"So," he said slowly, looking over his notes, "The thief took your silverware, some china, jewelry, a marinating steak, and some 'private items'?"

"Yes, oh yes!" The man said, clasping his hands together, "You will discover them for me again, won't you Auror?"

Ron hesitated before responding. He couldn't just promise to find the man's possessions like that, being that he wasn't really doing all that spectacularly on this case, but the guy looked fairly distraught. His bathrobe was a mess, covered in dust and falling off of one pale shoulder, and his eyes were sunken like he hadn't slept in days. He wasn't exactly the most 'stable' person to tell he couldn't aid, but…

"It might be easier if you tell me what sort of private items he stole, sir," Ron said gently, and the man looked nervous, staring very specifically at a point directly above Ron's left eyebrow.

"Oh, you know… just some… things. That I have."

"Such as…?"

"Oh, this and tha-"

A loud slam came from the door, and Ron turned around, as the man peered over his shoulder. Both were hoping to find someone who could help, and Ron regrettably noted that only one of them succeeded.

"Never fear, good sir," the black haired man said with a wide grin and a bow so expertly executed that it wouldn't be hard to wonder (and Ron knew) if he had practiced it, "For I will most assuredly find your belongings!"

The poor victim of eccentricity blinked rapidly, staring open-mouthed at the two new entrants to his home. "And who exactly are you?"

Ron wished Harry wasn't so good at looking shocked.

"You mean you haven't heard of me? Why, I've solved many a devious case, with the help of my lovely assistant -"

A blonde girl popped out from behind him, standing very properly next to him in an outfit that was almost matching, except that it was something that Ron's wife would call "criminally low-cut", and "Undermining our entire gender for their ridiculous roleplaying". Ron usually tuned her out around that point.

"- So never fear, good sir! We are on the case, whatever it is!"

Harry grinned, giving the man a thumbs up with a wink. The man blinked. Luna smiled vapidly. It was last Christmas Dinner all over again.

"Harry-"

"Inspector Potter." Luna corrected, crossing her arms in such a way that did things to her outfit that made Ron very, very grateful Hermione wasn't there.

"Inspector Potter," Ron began, hesitantly. He had no way of knowing how his friend would react when he was like this. "Do you even know what the crime is?"

Harry scoffed. Scoffed. "Naturally! Assistant, explain to Officer Weasel here what crime was committed."

"A truly vicious one, Inspector! Only a marvellously evil mind could have conceived of something so vile!"

"Indeed, Assistant! Therefore, it can only be one crime," Harry held up one finger, his arm extended all the way out as he continued, "The crime of thievery!"

"It was a burglary, actually," the victim murmured, more to himself than Harry, who had mastered the art of ignoring those who did not understand inspecterating.

"Yes," Harry continued, "A thief crept through here! And he took the most valuable thing available… this man's peace of mind."

"Oy!" The man said, looking affronted, "He took a lot more than just that! Auror, why exactly is this man here?!"

Ron paused. It would normally be worrying - people not recognizing Harry. But in this case, it made perfect sense. Luna had explained it once, in the most condescending way possible.

"Nobody, Officer Weasel," she said, waggling a finger in his face, "Expects Mild Mannered Harry Potter to be connected to the legendary Inspector Potter, solver of crimes. You could learn a thing or two by watching him."

Ron had yet to learn anything from Harry's moonlighting apart from that his wife would let him get away with practically anything if it was in the pursuit of 'justice'. But that didn't really justify him constantly getting in the way of good old fashioned Auror work.

"Harry," he began, only to receive a withering glare from the duo, as Harry arched an eyebrow.

"I'm afraid, Officer Weasel," Harry replied, an obnoxious twinkle in his eye, "That there is nobody here by that name. I, as you very well know, am an Inspector, and however dashing this 'Harry' may sound -"

"Oh, most dashing indeed, Inspector! A true paragon of the masculine form!"

"- he and I are two distinct entities. I, after all, wear a waistcoat. Does this 'Harry' wear a waistcoat?"

Ron sighed, shaking his head helplessly. "No."

"Exactly! Therefore, Officer Weasel, I cannot be 'Harry', for I wear waistcoats! Come, Assistant! I see a clue in the window!"

The redhead could only watch helplessly as Harry and his wife marched over to the window peering at it and nodding, as if they would actually discover something.

"Auror, I demand you throw these two… two… hooligans out of my house!"

Luna looked up with a gasp. "Inspector! I think I've got it! He must be in… in…"

She bounced, and Ron reminded himself that he had a loving wife at home.

"In cahoots!"

Ron pinched the bridge of his nose, looking at the poor man. "Look mate, they're going to be at this for a while. Just… take a walk or something. My partner's outside waiting, he can take your statement while Ha - the Inspector works."

The man nodded, mouth pursed, and marched directly out of the room with a huff. Ron heard a cackle, and closed his eyes, praying Harry wasn't searching for secret passageways. Again.

"Assistant, do you see that candelabra, and how there is ever too much wax on one side?" He heard his best friend say, an infernally smug tone in his voice. "Take notes! Officer Weasel, observe!"

Harry raised his wand with a flourish, tapping the candelabra with his wand, muttering under his breath. "And… voila!"

He took a step back.

Ron tapped his foot.

Luna looked with wide eyes. And then gasped.

"Inspector, you're right! There's a hidden passage behind the candelabra!" She peered sideways at Ron, who stared back at her. "But it appears only those pure of heart can see it!"

This was so much worse than Thanksgiving where they called themselves the Clauses the entire time.

"Indeed, Assistant! Come! To glory! To fame! To inspecterating!"

The two vanished with a crack, and Ron moaned as he looked at his notebook. None of what he'd written down would be useful now, because every time Harry got it into his head to go 'inspecterating', as he kept calling it, he always managed to solve the damn case anyways.

And then he and Luna would run away, while Luna informed everyone that they were going to ravish each other. And Ron would have to do all the fucking paperwork.

"Is Potter gone?" A voice called through the doorway, and Ron nodded absentmindedly, hearing the sigh of relief in his partner's voice. "Thank Merlin. Astoria adores their little game, but I simply can't stand it myself. It's bloody obnoxious, is what it is."

"Draco, don't bitch to me about their moonlighting. I hear enough about it as is from Neville whenever he skives off work to go solve crimes."

The blond sighed, running a hand through his hair as he entered the room. While Ron didn't particularly mind Draco, for the most part, they only really bonded one night after Harry had decided that proper detective work could only be done under the light of the moon, where he caught a coven of dark witches. Because of course he did.

"So, what's the bet this time round?" Draco asked, eyeing Ron. "I've got ten to one odds that he doesn't solve the case."

"Don't be ridiculous, Malfoy."

"Fair, fair. Six to one it's a Dark Lord from another country, come to test his power against the Boy-Who; ah, sorry, I mean Inspector Potter?"

Ron paused.

"I'll take those odds."

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"Careful, assistant!" said the brave Inspector as he skulked outside of a local pub. "This place is most certainly not a secret passage, only viewable by those pure of heart! No it is a den…"

He paused, dramatically.

"Of evil!"

His assistant gasped, wide eyes staring at him with as much shock as could be attributed to a single person without liberal use of electricity. "But Inspector, surely there simply cannot be that much evil in a single location! Why such a place would surely be -"

"Indeed, assistant! This is no ordinary pub! For you see," He waved his wand, and the letters on the pub swirled around, from "The Perfect Place", to "Eht Erfept Clacep". "It is a secret meeting place for those steeped in darkness! Only those who have truly fallen to the evils of the world can ever enter this pub assistant, so we must tread carefully, for -"

"Harry James Potter and Luna Pandora Potter, what have I told you two about interfering with Auror investigations?!"

The brave Inspector and his noble assistant gasped, whirling around with wands raised as they saw a brunette woman with a quill tucked behind her ear, standing in front of the pub, with a glare ready to kill.

"Tread carefully, assistant! I've heard stories of this dark witch! Rumors of nagging about homework! Whispers of how important rules are! Gossip of how she refuses to do the dishes!"

Luna darted in front of the brave Inspector, holding her wand shakily before her, pointing it at the woman whose aura was akin to that of someone who was very impatient. "Quick Inspector, you must away! I'll hold her off with stories of how her children are doing in school!"

The woman sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Harry, are you really going to keep up with this ridiculous game? Everyone knows who you are. Everyone."

Harry gasped, grabbing his wife by the shoulder. "Assistant, she knows our identities! Quick, throw the obliviation dust!"

"I only have the remembering dust, Inspector!"

"Then throw that one, distract her with memories of how much fun she had in school!"

The blonde whirled with a gasp, grabbing Harry by the shoulders. "But Inspector! Nobody enjoys school!"

He nodded, grimly. "That's why she's the darkest witch of our age, assistant. Who else could join the Ministry and enjoy themselves?"

"Ron. And Draco."

"Who else could attend every Wizengamot meeting!?"

"Draco. And you."

"Who else could be the Supreme Wizawozzit of the Upper levels of the ministry?!"

"That's not my position, Harry. I know you know that."

"Who else but…" He pointed at her, dramatically sparking his wand as he did, magic swirling around him. "Hermione Granger?!"

"Is this a bit?"

Harry whirled around, his waistcoat twirling behind him. "Assistant! We must away! Call the heliopaths!"

Luna nodded, waving her wand excitedly as flames burst into existence, and with a little twist, grew mouths and wings. The two grabbed onto one by the feet, and it began to take off.

"Harry, you can't just keep running away with fire every time exams come around! Eventually, you'll have to grade them!"

The brave Inspector Potter laughed, holding his wand high. "I assure you, Madam Weasel, I absolutely can!"

And so, the brave Inspector Potter and his lovely assistant flew off on the wings of fire that the daring girl had transfigured from thin air, leaving the dark witch behind them.

She was in no way amused by Harry and his wife's antics. It wasn't funny. The fact that everyone indulged them was infuriating - her husband, the Headmaster, the Ministry itself - everyone bent over backwards to make sure that Harry Potter and his wife were happy and content. And if their happiness meant that she would have to explain to the press why the "Brave, noble, and sexually voracious Inspector Potter" had discovered a dark wizard or witch that the Ministry had been completely unable to find? Why, it was all worth it as long as Harry bloody Potter was happy.

Hermione didn't used to hate her best friend so much. And his wife was even less helpful, when she confronted her about it once. "Keep in mind, Mrs. Weasel, that the brave, noble, and looks-good-in-leather Harry Potter who I married, and the brave, noble, and dangerous-in-between-the-sheets Inspector Potter and his lovely assistant are very different people. I can't begin to imagine how you could confuse us for them!"

Which was utterly ridiculous and patently absurd, and she had informed the woman as such. Luna had replied by blinking owlishly, then throwing dust in her face and claiming that it was "obliviation dust", and as such, she could no longer remember this conversation. It was, by far, the most frustrating and tedious set of interactions she'd ever had with another person. Hermione was, realistically, at the end of her very, very long rope. She had given Harry enough rope to hang himself fifteen times over. It was time to go… up the chain.

It was time to remind Mister Potter why he always made sure to break the rules where Professor McGonagall couldn't see it.

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"Another daring escape successfully executed! Splendid work Assistant!"

Inspector Potter was frightfully hard for his humble Assistant to hear over the sound of the waterfall. Luna peered at him in curiosity, her wide blue eyes blinking slowly as she did so.

"What was that, Inspector? I can't hear you over the waterfall!"

"Ah yes, Assistant, I quite agree! We all fall after the Yule Ball!"

"You'll take me after nightfall?! Inspector, I…"

The devilishly handsome Inspector Potter frowned at his comely Assistant, waving his wand with a lazy flick as he did so. The waterfall dimmed to a murmur, and the two brightened up immediately at their newfound sense of hearing.

"Inspector," the girl in the frightfully low-cut black and white blouse said, the ribbon at her neck bouncing as she leaned towards the daring detective. "Have you found a lead? I hear that missing items often turn up in the places you would least expect!"

"Indeed Assistant!" The Inspector said gravely. He turned to her, his green eyes flashing mischievously as he smiled at the woman with him. "But this is no unexpected event! You see, I had suspected that there would be some dangerous characters after your delicious confectionary treats! As such, I have been applying all of your cooking with a tracking charm for the past month!"

Luna nodded rapidly in agreement. It only made sense to track your food if you were suspicious of someone to steal it. She frowned momentarily, furrowing her brow as she thought.

"But Inspector," she said slowly, tapping her wand to her chin. Her blue eyes traced the waterfall as it crashed downwards, and she bit her lip. "Why on earth would my baked goods be anywhere near a waterfall?"

Inspector Potter froze, staring at the waterfall as if it had struck him a mortal blow. While the Inspector was deviously intelligent - and, according to everyone but that cruel figure who was married to Officer Weasel, fiendishly good-looking as well - he had yet to consider the reasons behind such a perplexing case. The list of victims was as long as an essay from Professor McGonagall - six, possibly seven inches if you wrote rather large. His wand moved swiftly through the air, tendrils of blue and silver dancing in the setting sun. They had been on this case for quite some time at this point, it had easily been an hour or so.

And the Inspector had every intention of being home in time for tea.

"Naturally Assistant," he said, examining the strands that extended from his wand with interest. The multicolored ribbons reached further then even his eagle eyes could follow, but a flash of brilliance sparked in them. "It isn't the waterfall that's important! The waterfall is but the starting point for our journey; for our thief is almost half as clever as you!"

"Oh, you flatter me Inspector! Surely a mere thief is three times as intelligent as I!"

The Inspector shook his head gravely at the girl's words, frowning as he looked at her.

"Luna," he said with a warm smile, tapping his wand against her nose. She blinked as he did so, her eyes crossing briefly. "Even I, the daring Inspector Potter, am not even a quarter as clever as you."

"Oh Harry…"

The two leaned into each other, Luna's flushed cheeks enchanting the dashing Inspector, but as they were about to share a kiss -

"Harry? You do know classes start soon, don't you?"

They were interrupted by a man that was no less than twice as daring as our intrepid duo. The Hogwarts professor of Herbology looked blearily at them for a moment, rubbing his eyes before his shoulders sagged in defeat.

"Oh no. Not another one of your damn cases."

Luna and the dashing Inspector nodded gravely, and the professor sighed, conjuring an armchair that he sunk into as he stared at the Hogwarts waterfall - a new addition, after one of the Inspector's more intrepid cases. His defeat of the Dark Peasant in the sky with a quick Expelliarmus would one day enter the annals of history as a legend.

"Nippy," the professor said wearily and a crack signaled the arrival of a house elf. "Bourbon. Straight."

The glass appeared in his hand as smooth as ice. He raised it to his lips, drinking the amber liquid deeply. The glass cracked as he clenched his fist, glaring at the duo before him.

"You didn't used to be a loose cannon, Potter," he said through an iron jaw. The brave detectives stood their ground in spite of his dangerous demeanor, knowing themselves to be in the right. "You can't keep going on these investigations of yours without backup! Damn it, Harry, think for once!"

"Fear not, Professor!" the brave assistant said quickly, stepping forward with a bright smile on her face. "The Inspector and I are together at all times! There's no need to worry over his safety, for I am at his side!"

"That's what I'm worried about," Neville Longbottom said, rubbing his eyelids in frustration. "You make things so, so much worse."

"Worse? I have no idea what you mean!"

"What about the time you transfigured the Quidditch Pitch into a dueling arena, claiming that it was a 'key part of your current investigation'?"

"It was! That vile fiend had been stealing wands from dueling competitions! We caught him right where we wanted - on the field!"

"Or the time that you declared that you had learned draconic, and insisted on proving it in front of an audience?"

"A foul criminal had disguised himself as a dragon, Professor Bagend! Using my wits, I uncovered his hiding spot using draconic speech!"

"Luna," Neville said slowly as he drank. He looked the girl in the eyes. "Shouting Alakazimboo and snarling for six seconds does not mean you speak dragon."

The Inspector and his assistant looked at each other in confusion, before rolling their eyes. Professor Bagend often had his own misconceptions about good old fashioned detective work that they didn't quite understand.

"What's the case?"

"We've got no clues about the perp," the Inspector said, conjuring a loveseat for himself and his Assistant. He sat down with a serious look on his face as he glanced at Professor Bagend, his daring assistant flopping face first across the arms of the chair and across his lap as he did so. "We don't even have a sus, because the sec with the mo's got a perf al."

"Harry…" groaned the professor, leaning back in his chair and covering his eyes. "I have no idea what you just said."

"The norp that Officer Weasel spoke to had a comp to file. Apparently on his RDO he ran into a skell that might be the resp party."

"Please stop using Auror slang, you don't even know what half of it means."

The Inspector huffed, waving his wand as he pulled out a notebook.

"A cake belonging to a lavishly beautiful woman, professor, was stolen. How can you rest when criminals roam the streets? Are we to let justice be baked into a pie and devoured by those of evil intentions?"

Neville didn't reply to the brave Inspector, and instead chose to sigh.

"Fortunately, my wonderfully brilliant assistant and I are on the verge of cracking this case! Never fear, Professor Shorttop!" the Inspector stood up, gathering his assistant in his arms and flipping her over with a quick motion. The blonde squeaked before wrapping her arms around his neck, as he handsomely spoke to the professor. "I suspect that the individual we must find… is very close by!"

He whirled around, pointing his wand at the waterfall. Neville watched him with interest as he moved, the Inspector's smile growing wider as he flicked his wand in a strange formation, tapping four invisible points in the air.

The waterfall vanished before Neville's eyes, which he immediately closed in defeat. Inspector Potter was a truly astounding sort of individual - able of uncovering villainy wherever he went! The brave Inspector sauntered forward, looking at the Hogwarts waterfall with a determined expression on his face.

"Inspector…" his assistant said softly, bringing a hand to touch his cheek. Her eyes flickered with a worried emotion as she did, and he smiled softly at the brilliant assistant in his arms. "You must be careful! To place a hidden dimension inside a waterfall… this thief is truly dangerous!"

"Never fear Assistant," the Inspector replied, placing her on the ground. Neville stood up to follow them as they walked towards the waterfall, the Inspector's wand shining brightly. "It looks like we'll have to…"

The two grinned, turning around to raise their wands in the air in front of the entrance. A bright brilliant light burst forth, and Neville could see a masked figure peer out of the entrance to the hidden dimension that had been on Hogwarts front lawn for at least a few months - and he could see a set of eyes go wide with rage at the sight of the daring twosome!

"Take a bite out of crime!"

The figure moved forward, ripping a wand out of its sleeve as the duo was distracted, a sickly green light beginning to glow at the end of it. Neville opened his mouth to let out a cry, but the Inspector was faster - he spun like a top, and with a wave of his wand conjured a teapot that crashed into the spell with a brilliant ting, causing his newfound foe to hiss in displeasure! But the Inspector was not deterred, taking a step back, as he inclined his head to his newfound foe.

"Ahhh… I've been expecting you, Harry Potter," the man whispered as he exited the waterfall. His hood fell off his head, revealing a wicked looking man, with shaggy brown hair and sunken eyes. His face would have been considered handsome, but lines of age crossed his face like a tapestry, even though he appeared young. "I am your foe this day! You have uncovered my schemes swifter than I thought - what gave me away?"

"The scent of evil is one that the nose of justice can never ignore, villain! Prepare yourself for defeat!"

The man chuckled, long and low as he raised his wand in the air. Winds began to circle around him, and his laugh grew louder and higher pitched as he weaved a missile of air above his head.

"I am the Dark Lord - no! I am the Dark Duke Cavarius! And you, Harry Potter, shall fall before me!"

The brave Inspector grinned, raising his wand in the air as he began to cast a spell of his own. Red sparks flew from his wand like fireworks, as the two missiles grew in power more and more every second, growing larger and more vicious the longer the two stood there.

The Inspector released his first, a roar bursting from his lips as the missile above his head flew forward, and the Dark Duke Cavarius unleashed his own, the two clashing in mid-air. Luna gasped as she watched with wide eyes - it seemed as if the Dark Duke's was… overtaking the Inspector's!?

"Yes! You are weaker than I, Harry Potter! All the magical items I have stolen are powering me, more and more by the second! There is nothing you can do but-"

"Expelliarmus!" cried the intrepid assistant of Inspector Potter, and the Dark Duke could only watch in horror as his wand flew away from him, into the hands of the blonde girl standing next to the Inspector. "Now Inspector, let him have it!"

"Expecto Patronum!" roared the Inspector, watching with satisfaction as the stag burst forth from his wand to chase down the wicked criminal that had tried so deviously to steal from so many brilliant people.

Neville moved swiftly, conjuring a set of ropes to capture the Dark Duke before he could get away. He looked at the intrepid duo, who were standing bravely a few feet away, the Inspector's arm wrapped tenderly around the collapsing form of his assistant.

"Assistant!? What on earth could be wrong?!"

"I-Inspector… I fear that this hour may be my last… That last spell took far too much out of me…"

The Inspector sobbed as he clutched at the dying body of his assistant, holding her close. Tears ran down his face as he looked at the girl in his arms, lovingly touching her cheek with his hand.

"Assistant… If there is anything you desire before you die… Anything at all that you want me to give to you in your final hours…"

"Just one thing Inspector…"

She smiled softly at him, grasping the side of his face with her hand. The two were still for a moment, before her lips moved forward to his own, and she captured him in a kiss. An eternity passed between the two, before she fell faintly into his arms, her breath slowing.

"Assistant! Assistant?!"

Neville sighed.

"Do you two have to pretend that one of you dies every single time? It's a bit ridiculous don't you think?"

The beautiful assistant's eyes flew open, and she reached a hand to her lips, staring with flushed cheeks at the inspector.

"Inspector…! Could it be?!"

Harry nodded gravely.

"I believe so, Assistant. The power of love has saved us yet again. But I fear that too much love may be flowing between the two of us right now! We'll have to disperse it immediately!"

"If you two have a shag on school grounds again, I'll explain to Luna what exactly occured in the prefect's bathroom in fourth year."

"At our own abode! Come Assistant, we must be swift - else I fear we will both explode!"

Harry opened his coat, pulling out a pocketwatch, at which he nodded in approval. Shoving it back into his vest, he grabbed his wife's hand, pulling her close.

Luna winked at Neville, who sighed.

"He's going to ravish me, you know," she said with a wide grin. Neville just wished she didn't tell anyone who was nearby when the two solved a crime. "It'll be splendid."

The two vanished with a crack, leaving Professor Shorttop alone on the Hogwarts lawn, with a dimensional portal, a Dark Duke, and an increasingly burdening desire to see if he could get Harry fired.

But alas, that is a story for another time! The daring Inspector and his lovely Assistant are far too busy to solve crime for quite a while; but there are far too many villains in Britain for them to leave all unsavory characters to the Aurors!

There are many dangers inside of the wizarding world of Britain, but for now, many can rest easy… for the Inspector has solved the case!

END CASE

this shit has been in my head for fucking years. Basically, every chapter will be an equally ridiculous case, that is solved by the brave and daring Inspector Potter and his lovely Assistant Luna. Some find the Potters' antics to be endearing, others... Not so much.

Tune in eventually for more!