_______<br/><br/>Over the course of the last few weeks, the pile of possibly-relevant files on Harry's desk only seemed to grow. It seemed like almost every case he brought to Draco's attention was a possible source of logded forgein magic, but never definitely the root cause. As Harry's fourth week at the Manor had begun, he had started to realize that maybe it was just his job to work with live dark magic, and that there wasn't really much a conspiracy behind that.<br/>Harry had tipped his chair on its back two legs, balancing back and forth a few inches as he watched the fruit of his labour. Going back a decade, there were at least two dozen cases that fit Draco's initial bill; active dark magic that had either struck Harry or had reasonable cause to suspect his exposure. Beside it was another pile of about ten cases Harry had never felt satisfied with. It was a large sum of material to have isolated, but Harry was at a loss as to how to proceed with it.<br/>His mind was reeling with ideas and dead ends, thoughtlessly picking as his thumb as he considered what would be a constructive next step.