She knew it was coming. She knew it was from the start. With her Great-Aunt being the head of Hogwarts and an active member of the Order of the Pheonix, she knew that she would be asked.

The owl came in the middle of the night. It tapped the window until she woke up and let it in. It was a pretty barn owl. She remembered because she was jealous that she did not have such a beautiful owl. She knew immediately it was her Great-Aunt Minerva's owl. The owl held out its leg for the removal of the attached letter. She held her breath and freed the owl's leg. After she had done so, it took off into the night. She held in her hands her Hogwarts acceptance letter. She knew it would happen if He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named returned. She looked at her mother's copy of The Daily Prophet sitting on her bedside table and thought about the article she had read earlier that week. Harry Potter had broken into the Ministry of Magic in London to fight You-Know-Who. People loved him again because he hadn't been lying about the poor boy that was killed last year during the TriWizard Tournament. He wasn't a liar anymore. He was, again, the Boy Who Lived. She opened the letter.

Her heart skipped a beat when she read she was accepted to Hogwarts, even though she knew she would be. She was excited and nervous. After she thought for a moment, then became worried. How would she tell all the friends she made at Beauxbatons she was leaving for Hogwarts for her last two years of study? She knew she had to leave her best friend, her favorite professors, her life. Things wouldn't be the same at Hogwarts. She had a mission there. That was her top priority, not schoolwork. She looked down to see another letter had fallen from the envelope. This one was small and was hastily handwritten.

Claire-

You know what this means. We need you now. You are the only one that has the will power to overcome mind tricks. You are our best weapon besides Harry. You will be placed in Slytherin. I will come to collect you in 3 days and I will take you somewhere so we can prepare you for the coming months. Be ready.

-Aunt Minera

Claire stared at the letter. She knew it was all true. She was the only person her age that had fully mastered occlumency. Even at the young age of 16, she had gotten letters from the Ministry of Magic to be trained during the summers and have a job ready when she graduated. Claire knew that the job her aunt had in mind was much more important than what the Ministry had to offer. This was going to be hard, and Claire knew that.

The days that followed were spent saying goodbye to her friends and her family. She planned to stay in contact, but if something were to happen, if she was caught, she wanted them to be prepared for the worst. Thursday, three days after she received the letter, Aunt Minerva joined Claire's family for lunch. At 3 o'clock, they were to leave. At 2:55, the family headed into the backyard and began to say final goodbyes. Aunt Minerva took Claire's hand and they stood together in the center of the backyard. In a flash, they were gone, apparating to the Burrow. Claire opened her eyes and stood in a busy kitchen. Red heads were running in every direction. One woman stopped, she seemed to be in charge.

"Hello Minerva! And you must be Claire!" the woman said looking at Claire.

"Yes," She said timidly. Claire looked around and tried to take in the room she was standing in. It was cluttered and small feeling. She could see a clock on the wall that didn't tell time, she didn't understand what it did. There was a large table with a lot of chairs, more than she had time to count. Dishes were doing themselves, and something was cooking on the stove.

"You look hungry, dear," The woman said to Claire. "Would you like some toast or anything? We'll be having dinner in about two hours if you'd rather wait. I'm Mrs. Weasley, by the way." Claire was already starting to like this woman. Claire smiled and gladly accepted her offer.

"Molly, I need to run. Albus is waiting for me. I trust Claire will be taken care of here? I shouldn't worry. I know she'll be fine!" Minerva said. She turned to Claire. "Remus Lupin will be here for dinner. Afterward, he will explain what the Order needs you to do for the next few years. We really need this, Claire. I know you'll do just fine!" Minerva nodded to Molly and Claire, then disapparated. The other red heads in the kitchen had left. Claire and Molly Weasley could hear them.

"Alright, you lot. Come in here, you need to meet someone," Mrs. Weasley called to the red heads that had moved to the living room. 5 people came into the kitchen, all with bright red hair. "Claire, this is my husband Arthur, my daughter Ginny, my two twin sons Fred and George, and my second oldest son, Charlie. They're helping me get ready for all our guests tonight!" The boys nodded and headed out the kitchen door. "Don't forget to check for gnomes!" Mrs. Weasley called after them. She then muttered something about laundry and headed off to another room off the kitchen, leaving Ginny and Claire alone.

"So I'm pretty sure you're staying in Percy's old room… He doesn't live here anymore, so I don't see why we need to keep his things there," Ginny told Claire. She led Claire to a staircase and up to the third floor. Ginny opened the door to reveal a tidy, bookish room. Everything seemed to be organized, very much unlike the rest of the house. Ginny helped Claire bring in her trunk and other belongings to Percy's old room. Ginny and Claire strained to carry Claire's large trunk up the stairs.

"What have you got in this thing?" Ginny asked as the girls reached the second floor landing.

"My mum bewitched my trunk my first year of Beauxbatons so that I could fit more into it. We never took the charm off, so I can fit everything I need into it," Claire told Ginny. They huffed and puffed all the way into Percy's room. By the time they had set up her owl's cage and set out the few pictures she had, they could hear people arriving.

"Ginny! Claire! Its time to come downstairs!" Mrs. Weasley called up to the girls.

After all the introductions and chats with older members of the Order, it was a relief to finally see a group of three teenagers sitting together in a corner talking. She assumed who they were and asked Ginny to introduce her to them. Before they reached the corner, however, Mrs. Weasley declared that dinner was ready and everyone was to move into the kitchen. Remus Lupin and Severus Snape requested that Claire sit near them. She was thankful that Ginny stayed by her side. Alone with a werewolf and a creepy professor was hard enough. On top of that she knew they would be discussing what the Order wanted her to do while at school.

Food soared from the oven and the stove into serving dishes, then onto the table. Rolls and mashed potatoes landed in front of Ginny and Claire. They each grabbed some and passed it on. After everyone at the table had been served, they began to eat. After the harsh edge of hunger was gone, Claire felt more comfortable talking to Snape and Lupin. They began explaining what the Order was really about, something she already knew and had heard about most of her life. Her mother, aunt, and great-aunt were all members. Her mother and aunt were not as active as her great-aunt, but still were involved as much as they could be without risking the lives of their babies.

"So now that you know about the Order, we need to explain to you exactly what you'll be doing. You're going to be our youngest spy. You are going to be in Slytherin House. You'll find Draco Malfoy and his lot there. You need to become friends with him. You need to get close. We want to know what plans he knows about and what ideas he has been getting from his father. Snape is already close to him, although Draco doesn't trust him completely with the things he's been trusted with, and isn't saying much. You need to break that barrier; get inside his head. I've learned from your Minerva you are extremely skilled in Occlumency. This is perfect for what we need. He won't be able to see when you're lying." Lupin continued for quite some time. Claire got the gist of things after he said she was going to be a spy. She loved that sort of thing, but was weary of the dangers ahead. "You will have weekly meetings with Minerva and Snape. Since Professor Snape is your House Head, you will spend time with him anyway. Do NOT let anyone know that Minerva is your great-aunt, it will come with questions. Especially if you are trying to become close with Malfoy. You need to keep your cover in tact at all times. Also, try not to be seen with Harry, Ron and Hermione. I understand if you four become friends, but the more you're seen with them at school, the more suspicious it looks."

"All right. I understand," Claire affirmed. She was starting to get excited for the coming year. She and Ginny began to talk now that Lupin and Snape were finished with her. She looked down the table and saw Harry looking at her. Their eyes met for a second and he looked away, embarrassed. Three times that night she saw him staring at her. She knew that she was pretty, but didn't think that he would want to stare at her. After dinner, Claire and Ginny along with Hermione retreated to Ginny's room.

"So, you went to Beauxbatons for the past five years?" Hermione asked Claire.

"Yes. It's going to be weird going to another school."

"Oh, yes I understand. It would be strange for me as well if I left Hogwarts at this point. But this will be good because the Order will probably get some good information that we need."

Claire smiled. "I'm sure."

"Do you know much about Malfoy? Did anyone tell you about him?" Ginny asked.

"No, not really. All I know is that he's in Slytherin and I'm supposed to get close to him. I have a few ideas, but I don't really know anything about him." Claire admitted. She didn't know anything about this boy and was expected to be friends with him. She wasn't entirely sure what to do.

"He's a self-loving, ignorant prick," said a male voice behind Claire. She turned around to see Harry Potter and Ginny's brother Ron standing there. The first thing she noted about Harry was his eyes. She loved the color. The second thing she noticed was his chest and arms. He looked like he was well built, but not too much, but just enough to look good. That was one of her weaknesses, chest muscles. "He's got a big head and thinks every girl who walks the earth wants to fuck him," Harry continued. "I damn well know that's not true. He's evil. He's been raised by evil people and has chosen Voldemort's side. He's a coward. I hate him."

"Have you got any suggestions for me?" Claire asked.

"Yeah, stay the hell away from him."

Claire looked confused. "But, I've been asked by the Order to get close to him… To find out any useful information… I'm supposed to be friends with him, close friends at that."

Harry's eyes widened and his brow furrowed. "They asked you to do what?" He asked.

"To become Draco's friend…" Claire replied uncertainly.

Harry looked from Ron to Hermione to Ginny. Ron looked just as confused as he was, but Hermione and Ginny stayed calm. Ginny moved a little closer to Claire.

"If the Order asked her to do it, I'm going to support her and do whatever it takes to help her succeed," Ginny said.

"I will too. Even though we hate Malfoy, he probably does have some information that we need. If Claire can get close to him and figure out what it is, then maybe we can get a step ahead of Voldemort. It'll be tricky, but we have to," Hermione added. Harry's eyes returned to their normal size, but his eyebrows still pressed together. Ron agreed with Hermione and Ginny, but Harry didn't say anything.

"Look, I know this probably isn't the best idea that the Order's had, and if I get caught I can always just go back home to Beauxbatons and—" But Harry cut off Claire.

"You think that if you get caught smuggling secrets to the Order of the Phoenix from a Death Eater in training you can just go back home?" Harry asked. From his tone, Claire knew he was angry. "There is no way you can just go back home. That's why I'm so upset. It's not fair for the Order to do this to you. I doubt they told you that you were never going to live a normal life after this. If you really want to do this, I'll support you. I'll help how I can, but don't lose sight of your mission. Malfoy can be very persuasive." Harry looked at Claire. His forehead relaxed and he looked at the others in the room. Then he smiled. It was a lovely sight for Claire. His teeth were straight, his cheeks turned a lighter shade of pink, and his eyes seemed to glow a little bit. "I'm sure you already know, but I'm Harry, just in case you were wondering. And this is Ron." Harry gestured to his friend standing next to him. Ron did a small wave to acknowledge he had been introduced. "And you're Claire."

"I am."

Harry smiled again. Claire smiled back. Hermione coughed a little bit, breaking the tension for everyone else in the room. Ron and Harry joined their circle and began pitching ideas to figure out how Claire was going to meet Malfoy. It took a while, but they finally decided on one.