It was just past sunset when the man in dark clothing, and with a silvery robe which flooded like moonlight behind him in the wind walked past all the houses and coffee shops in the small town, only to stop in front of one house which looked like no ordinary house, only just like the rest of them. The man stopped, as if he had to make sure he was actually at the right place, considering it would be easy to make a mistake now. All the houses looked the same, even more now when it was dark, and the man seemed confused. From his pocket he took out a small piece of white paper with some writing on it, and then he looked at the number above the house door. Apparently he was at the right house, because with his other hand, not holding the piece of paper, he rang the door bell. A soft light suddenly lit inside the house, and then movement inside proved that the house wasn't empty. The man smiled when the door opened.

"Oh Draco."

A woman with red hair, tall, and dressed in a night gown and a bathrobe, ready to go to bed greeted the man. Draco bowed his head lightly, as more of a fun gesture than a polite one.

"Ginny. Sorry to bother this late, but you know how it is these days. Harry home?"

The woman, named Ginny nodded, before stepping aside so that Draco could enter. He did so, and put his robe on a coat hanger. He looked around in the house.

"You've redecorated since last time." He said, after watching some new ornaments and mostly paintings. Ginny grimaced.

"Not us, but James seemed to find it fit to draw on all the walls. We tried to get rid of it, but the kid must've had some special crayons, because it won't budge. I'll blame his uncle George for it."

Draco shook his head as he laughed.

"Kids, I guess."

"Not something you'd like to have?"

Without the other two noticing, Harry had entered the room and now he watched them, especially Draco, with his arms crossed over his chest. Draco turned around and looked pleased to see him there.

"Finally. I thought you'd gone to bed already. But I can see you waited up for me. That was nice, Harry."

Harry patted his old friend on the back.

"Oh I had nothing better to do anyway. Don't think about it, mate."

Draco looked at Harry and then at Ginny, who was still in the room, but had a look on her face like she didn't know if she was in the way, or if she should stay there. Draco looked back at Harry, who seemed to be thinking in the same ways.

"What was it that you wanted to talk about?" he asked Draco.

"I'll go get you some tea" Ginny said. Draco wasn't sure if she just wanted an excuse to leave the room without asking about it, but it really didn't matter, considering it was Harry he needed to talk about, and tea could always be nice after a long day of travelling. Harry pointed at some chairs in front of a fire place, and Draco sat down in one of them, as Harry sat down in the one opposite to his. They looked at each other for a while.

"So… are you gonna tell me?" Harry asked, and Draco could see a bit of worry in his eyes. "Your letter sounded serious, but I wasn't sure what to believe. The threat is over, isn't it? It can't be any danger now, Voldemort is gone, his death eaters are all in jail… so what is it?"

Draco looked at the doorway, as if he wanted to make sure no one could hear them, then he leaned in closer to Harry.

"Did you hear about the rumors?" he whispered, and then he looked at the doorway again, like he was sure Ginny would walk in on them any minute, and hear things he didn't want her to hear. Harry looked puzzled and shook his head.

"Rumors? No, what kind of rumors? I haven't really been to the office for a while now, you know, being busy with James and… you know. But if it was serious, they would've told me, wouldn't they?"

Draco shook his head and then he looked at Harry with as much of a serious look as he could put on.

"Well, rumor has it, that defeating Voldemort wasn't really enough. There's more to it."

"More? Damn Draco, I'm sorry, but what are you talking about? Voldemort is gone, I witnessed his death myself, as you may remember. And as far as I recall, picking up the death eaters one by one after that wasn't really that difficult. So what is it now?"

Draco felt a bit irritated that Harry didn't seem to think that what he had to say was important, but he took a deep breath and continued on, without resentment in his voice.

"It's because it's not really a threat to us here, at the moment. But as I said, I've heard rumors, gossip, if you want to, from many of my contacts and there seem to be problems not here, but up way in the north, where things are stirring."

Harry looked confused and now he looked at the doorway as well, Draco wasn't sure if he too wanted Ginny to stay out of it, or if he wished she would show up with tea and explain to him what it was Draco was talking about.

"I'm sorry, I still don't know what you're talking about. Seems like… No, I really don't even know what to say, can't you explain?"

Draco looked around at the walls in the room, and then in the fireplace, where an old fire was dying.

"Are you sure no one is listening?" he hissed and Harry nodded.

"Who would that be?" he asked. "Only ones here, except for you and me, is Ginny out with the tea in the kitchen and James, and he's asleep and only a toddler, not much of a threat to you, right? Now, tell me, unless you want me to be even more confused. And you know how I'm not really good at guessing games."

Draco sighed but then he looked like it was enough to trust, and then he opened his mouth.

"They say he sent some people over there."

Harry leaned in closer.

"Voldemort?" he mouthed, and Draco nodded.

"To a secret school, which no one knew of. And the last thing I've heard is that he left some very specific instructions on what they should do if his plans failed."

"Do you mean…"

"Harry." Draco said, and now he looked dead serious. "My contacts in different wizard ministries thinks that they much likely are doing something to follow up on Voldemorts original plan. I think we're facing a secret army."