It's not a remedy if there aren't any problems

It stunned Jamie, in truth, that she didn’t know anything about the creatures whose fabled ranks she had unwittingly been forced to join. He’d met more than his fair share of vampires over the years. He didn’t have a particular sort of distaste for them but the more aggressive ones always seemed to create an unnecessary sort of trouble for him whenever he me them. Anya was different, though. Someone always had to break the mould, after all said and done. She was also at significant risk. Not knowing made her a sitting duck.

“You can’t base her safety on a feeling,” Jamie retorted sharply. “That’s bonkers. You can’t assume he’s out of the country. If you ever make the assumption of safety before the aggressor is dead or imprisoned then you are putting yourself at risk intrinsically because you stand to stop being vigilant. You start to live again – and that’s how people end up dead.” Jamie took a breath and set down his cutlery as the explosion went off below them. He flinched a little bit and watched as James departed with a slightly dispassionate stare, letting his lack of humour towards this situation be known. He wasn’t impressed.

“It’s alright,” Jamie shook his head and got to his feet, coming around the table to approach Anya. His appetite, to say the least, was finished now. “There are plenty of vampire specialists at the Ministry, yes,” he nodded. Dropping his voice a little bit, he added: “I’m going to need to see that photograph, if I can. Your brother may have made a mistake in looking for registered vampires. There are plenty not on the register that are on an Auror watch list. I can ask my cousin for help in that, if you like.”

Before her brother could speak Anya said, "That's the thing though. I'm not unprotected entirely. Everywhere I go I have at least five different people tailing me to keep me safe. They are friends of my brothers and at night I have seven guarding me. I stay here mostly because it's isolated but at the same time there's no where for someone to hide." She wanted to defend her brother but at the same time she knew what Jamie was trying to say. Her brother didn't say anything else before going downstairs to tend the dragons again.

She watched him approach her then took a sip out of her cup. "When I go to meet the person will you stay there with me? I'm uneasy when I'm in or near the ministry." She felt a little embarrassed to admit that the ministry made her uncomfortable. When he lowered his voice about the picture she nodded. She placed her drink on the counter then went to a drawer that was in the kitchen's island and pulled out a folder. Slipping out the picture she handed it to him, "This is the man that's been following me." She whispered to him. She stood a few inches from him staring at the picture.

The picture showed a man what looked like he was in his late 40's with salt and pepper hair. He had a scar that ran the corner of his face diagonally across to his jaw line. He looked like he was built like a werewolf except his pale skin.

There was a part of James - the part that had been the Order leader, the man who had fought battles from the time he was a sixth year - that thought that five was not enough, that protecting people who mattered required legions, not randoms. The man that had felt oppressed by war, wanting to live again, said that five was too many and that the problem should have been dealt with long ago. Those five should have been put to work, not left shadowing a woman who shouldn't have had to have feared shadows in the night air.

"I'll stay," Jamie replied off-handedly as he took the photograph. His eyes scanned the page and he wracked his brains for any kind of familiarity. It wasn't there, of course, but he still held a little bit of hope for it. In the end, he took his wand out and copied it for himself before handing the original back to her. They'd need a copy for the Department of Fluffies to use on a be-on-the-lookout bulletin.

"Has he ever approached you?"

"Thank you," Anya said to him when he said that he would stay with her when she met the person. When he copied the photograph and handed her the original she cocked her head to the side. It was a silent question but she didn't voice it, she took the photo back. Putting it back into the folder before putting the folder back. She walked back over to Jamie watched as he looked like he was trying to remember the man. 
 
She looked at him when he asked the question the thought about it. "No, his partner did though. That's why he's not an issue anymore. It's kinda a long story with that though. I met the man who killed him by chance." She shifted slightly against the counter sighing softly. "I just want this to be over." she said her voice carrying a sad note in it.