Janet woke up to a white ceiling, she sat up and drowsily looked around her, she was in a perfectly white room, everything was white, the curtains, the walls, the ceiling, the floor, the other beds with curtains around them, the window frames, the chests of drawers, even the flowers in their vases on each chest of drawers. She was in an Auror infirmary, she sighed, magical infirmaries are boring places to be, nothing ever happens, you stay in a perfectly white room for a couple of days, drink some awful tasting concoction, and then go home.

Several hours of going stir crazy from just sitting there later, a nurse arrived and checked up on the other patients in the room, none had wanted to talk to Janet, so she had resorted to counting things, any things, she could not even see out the window.

"Right then my dear," the nurse said cheerfully, she was a slightly plump lady in her late forties, with dimpled red cheeks, frizzy blond hair, and green eyes, she was in a standard white nurse's uniform and had a bow in her hair above her right eyebrow. "Let's look at your vitals," she took out her wand and waved it over Janet.

"Can I go now?" Janet asked, "I am well aware of why I passed out, and I'm fine now."

"Now, now my dear, you were hit by an imperious curse, you can't leave yet, not until the doctor discharges you," she sounded so cheerful it hurt to listen.

"I am aware I was hit by an imperious curse, but it had no effect on me because I am an occlumencer, meaning, that it did nothing," Janet said as slowly and as patronisingly as possible.

The nurse frowned and pouted, putting her hands on her hips she lectured Janet, "now you don't take that tone with me missy, we are aware you are an occlumencer, your Dad said so, but protocol states that a doctor must discharge you."

"Well, can I see a doctor please?" Janet said exasperated.

"I'm sorry, but he's busy at the moment, he should be along in a few hours to do his rounds, until then, all your vitals are fine, rest, relax, and get some sleep," the nurse's tone was back to sickly sweet, "I'll be around in an hour to deliver lunch."

"Can I at least have a book?" Janet asked.

"Of course dear, the library is downstairs, it's not very extensive I'm afraid, it says on your chart that you're allowed to take a short walk, so go and get a book if you want to, and I must say, it's good to see a child like their reading," the nurse got up and walked away.

So after a short excursion, which involved getting very lost Janet was back in the hospital bed trying to get comfortable whilst reading a pretty badly written book, but the only book in the library that looked okay, it was mainly books for small children, and romances. The nurse, true to her word return a short while later, but she looked a bit awkward, although she delivered the meals, her gait had changed, she was not smiling, in fact she was frowning, and her hair had changed, it was less frizzy, and the bow was gone.

"Are you the same nurse from earlier?" Janet asked.

"Of course deary," the smile was forced, and the voice was different, close, but different.

"Who are you?" Janet asked, narrowing her eyes at the imposter.

The smile faded, the nurse turned away, drew her wand, and waved it, her shape melted into the shape of Caucasian man with a shaved head, he waved his wand again, and the nurse's uniform turned into a hooded black robes, black gloves and an ornate silver beaked mask. "Very good little girl, too bad you're going to die," he turned back, but the bed was empty, "where did you go?" He spun around and stalked out the room, under the bed Janet sighed in relief, she grabbed her clothes from the chest of drawers next to her bed and changed in the bathroom at the end of the ward. "Ah ha," the Death Eater shouted, "I found you, hid in the bathroom did you? No matter, I will prevail, we're three floors up, no rocks up here little girl."

"I could so easily make a joke out of that I'm not even going to," Janet said, the Death Eater growled under his mask, which just sounded like a tinny sneeze. "We're on the third floor of the local Auror Headquarters you dunce."

"Avadra kedavra," Janet used the air to move the chest of drawers to block the curse, the solid wood charred but did not break.

"Huh, better made than I thought," Janet threw the chest of drawers at the Death Eater.

"Reducto," the projectile exploded, creating a cloud of dust and debris, blinding the Death Eater.

Janet ran over to the window, "reducto," the window exploded outwards, creating a hole large enough for Janet to get through, pulling the Mist around herself to confuse the muggles she jumped out the opening, creating a pillow of air just before landing, the pillow slowed her descent, so when she landed she walked back into the Auror headquarters.

"Excuse me madame, this is private property," the receptionist said, Janet dropped the Mist.

"There's a Death Eater in the infirmary," Janet reported calmly as she walked into the lobby, "I don't think he's meant to be there."

"Madame, I have no clue what you are talking about," the receptionist said, but

Janet waved her wand at him, "there is a Death Eater in the infirmary, raise the alarm."

"Madame, you don't have the authority," the receptionist said giving up on the act.

"Bureaucrat," Janet sighed before entering his mind using legilimency to locate the alarm, she walked over to the fire alarm slid down the red box, revealing a list of areas and floors, and some bronze buttons next to each label, she pressed the one next to the infirmary, alarms blared.

"All Aurors to the infirmary, all Aurors to the infirmary."

"You don't have the authority to do that," the receptionist shouted angrily, "you didn't follow protocol, stupify."

Janet batted aside the spell with her hand, the receptionist gawked, "yes, I do." Janet turned and walked towards the stairs, suddenly bars fell over the stairs, doors, and elevators, the receptionist had pressed a button under his desk. "You dolt, you could be costing lives, what are you...? Oh, oh I see, the incompetent receptionist, I see, you're a traitor aren't you, an occlumencer powerful enough to fool me, you're meant to prevent me from apprehending your boss."

The receptionist laughed, a deep, evil laugh, "well done," he said sarcastically, "you worked it out, how clever, my boss will escape, you can't stop him."

"Except for the fact the alarm drops anti-disapparition wards on the building, how do you plan to get out? How does he plan to get out for that matter? You didn't think this through."

"I don't plan to get out, I plan to go to jail, I will be a martyr for the followers of the dark lord, you pathetic blood traitor."

"Oh, you're that kind of crazy, fanatics, why is it always fanatics? Let me guess, to continue the trope, hmm, these bars can only be opened by you or the commissioner?"

"Of course, well, unless you're a child or Hecate, or something but what are the chances of that?"

"About one in one," the receptionist's smile dropped to a frown, "yeah, next time you agree to some stupid scheme, do some research."

"You're lying."

"Yeah, no I'm not, anyway, enough talking, expelliarmus," the spell flew at the receptionist.

"Protego," the spell was absorbed by the shield, "now die, conjuro fulguris," lightning flew from the end of his wand straight at Janet.

Janet blocked with a shield charm, "I feel like I should be playing trope bingo with you, what's next? Monologuing whilst I'm put in a ridiculous death trap?"

"Bah, insolent swine," the receptionist sneered.

"Oh, there it is, haven't heard that one in a while, petrificus totalus," the body bind flew at the receptionist who blocked it with a shield.

"I will kill you, incendio," the fire ball left his wand, Janet waved her hand and the fire redirected straight back to him, "protego," the fire ball burst on the shield.

"Word of advice, it's generally not a good idea to attack an elementalist with a fireball, unless you are also an elementalist, and, news flash, you're not. Conjuro fulguris tria," lightening shot forward at the receptionist.

"Protego maxima," a shield flickered into existence in front of the receptionist, and held back the lightening for a split second before shattering, the lightening hit the receptionist, sending him flying, he hit his head on a wall and passed out.

"So, how do I get out of here without breaking something?" Janet wondered out loud. "Wingardium leviosa," the bars lifted a little, but hit something just above them, they were not going back the way they came. Janet walked over to the desk and looked underneath, there was a small bronze button, she pressed it, nothing. The receptionist was going to be no help, his mental shields were going to be too strong to break quickly, there was nothing else. The lobby had a mosaic of Prometheus in chains on the floor, the fire alarm from earlier, the desk, with one empty drawer, one drawer full of paperwork, the little button, a phone and a copy of Wizard's Weekly. 'It's hidden,' Janet thought as she walked the wall, pressing on various wooden panels, 'the floor, it must be symbolic, why else would it be Prometheus rather than mum, Dike or Themis? They're more typical for Auror offices.' Janet walked over to the mosaic and poked and prodded at Prometheus' chains, nothing moved, she then looked over at his face, he had his head turned, looking over into an empty corner. So, after poking and prodding his face, Janet walked to the corner where Prometheus was looking and pressed on the wall panels, the bars rose back into the ceiling. "That is over complicated," Janet muttered as she walked out the room, before stopping, "incarcerous," the receptionist was bound in ropes.

The next floor was normal looking, the alarm had stopped a while ago, the next floor was also normal. The infirmary was buzzing with activity, the nurse was lying in a bed with a bandage around her temples, Aurors were rushing around, setting up tape, moving patients out the room Janet had been in, she eventually found her Dad, the commissioner and the Commissioner (the big national one, not some small regional one.)

"This is a very big breach in your security Ian, if you don't find the person who let him in I will replace you," the commissioner shrunk in on himself, "I did not assign one of my top Aurors to you just for his very promising demigod daughter to go missing out of your infirmary."

Janet coughed, everyone turned to her, "I'm fine, I just jumped out the window," she said smiling weakly.

"Just jumped out the window?" The Commissioner asked, "there's nothing just about jumping out a third story window."

"It was fine, by the way, your security breach, it's your receptionist, he refused to raise the alarm and then tried to kill me, he's a bit tied up in the lobby at the moment," the Commissioner raised an eyebrow at her subordinate who blush.

"Rupert? No, it can't be, he's a great kid, not too bright, but nice enough."

"He activated your security lockdown on me, and then tried to kill, but you're right, he's not too bright."

The commissioner sighed before signalling over two passing Aurors, "go arrest Rupert, he's apparently in the lobby," they nodded and left.

"Oh yeah, be careful at the trial, he's an occlumencer," Janet said.

"Well, that just leaves our mysterious Death Eater, he's evaded you twice Ian, once he'd even been gift wrapped for you by Janet, then there's the matter of losing the Leipzig Grimoire to terrorists dressed as knights, I think a review is in order," Ian whimpered as the Commissioner spun and walked out.

"Well, I think it's time to go home Janet," Thom said, "I've got tickets booked for tomorrow, we've got Uncle Alistair visiting soon, good bye Ian," Thom said as he left the room, Janet following behind.