Hi! I've had this in my drafts forever, so I finally finished it! Warning: does contain some violence (not super graphic, but definetly present), and a little bit of language. Hope you enjoy!

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A shout was heard from the outside, a scream, and then the distant echo of a gun. The door to room banged open, and Lily Evans dropped her glass. A swat team entered, guns pointed at the guests.

She had been expecting it and crossed her fingers as she raised her hands. The guests surrounding her, half drunk or high, jerked at the sound of the incoming officers and panicked. Some began running around her, and several pulled out their own guns and shooting into the crowd of officers. A few people fell down, some to avoid the bullets, some already injured. Lily dropped to the ground, leaning heavily against the wall. A man next to her dove head first through a window and the spray of glass shards cut into her arms.

Through the broken window, she could see a perimeter of officers surrounding the mansion, trapping them in. Fights broke out as figures from the party tried to break through the line. Lily turned her head back to the scene surrounding her. A man she recognized as Dolohov ran up the stairs, shooting at the officers in pursuit behind him. The officer went down, cursing as his leg gave out. Another officer jumped forward, shooting a round of shots up the stairs. Dolohov went down, falling down the stairs to rest, dead on the ground. Eyes smarting, she shut her eyes, unwilling to see any more blood or gore.

As an undercover agent, working to infiltrate the Riddle crime ring, she had seen her fair share of violence. The Riddle family was long known as dangerous and powerful but never had been pinned down to any one crime. With Lily Evans, a fierce girl and one of the department's top recruits as a witness, the Riddle family would finally face justice.

An officer grabbed her roughly, snapping a pair of handcuffs on her. She kept her fingers crossed, but made no move to talk with the officer, hoping he understood who she was. She was pushed roughly into the back of a police car, waiting for almost half an hour while the medics and police rushed in and out of the large manor. After watching for a few minutes, she laid her head on the seat in front of her, eyes closed, trying to calm herself. I can go home now. I can go home now. She repeated to herself, over and over, trying to calm herself down. As she settled down a little, a man, tall, with dark hair and black-rimmed glasses slid into the driver's seat. He turned around, and said "Favorite food?"

"Spaghetti," Lily muttered.

"Nice to meet you, Lily. I'm James Potter. Welcome back."

"They need a better code than 'spaghetti','" Lily responded roughly. A smile touched his lips as Lily glanced at him.

"Rabastan Lestrange is traveling with you to the prison, just to make sure he still thinks you are on his side. Once there, we will split you up, debrief you, you'll tell us everything you know, and you can go home."

"How is my family?"

"Safe. And your father is doing well."

Lily let out a shaky breath. Almost free.

"You ready?"

Lily took a second to respond. "You need to punch me."

"What?"

"Punch me before Lestrange gets here. I don't want him to think I came quietly. Do it quick."

James shot her a pained look before opening his door and climbing into the back with her. "Quick -" Lily started before he punched her, hard, right in the eye.

"It'll swell up quick," he muttered, climbing back out. Lily groaned as a headache began to form. "Sorry."

Lestrange, a beefy man, was shoved into the car a minute later, cursing bitterly. Potter talked to another officer for a minute, before shifting the car into drive and pulling away. Lestrange continued a stream of curses, before realizing Lily was in the car with him. He trailed off before looking her up and down appreciatively. She was wearing a lacy tight, low cut black crop top, really no more than a bralette, paired with a ripped pair of blue jeans, with racy high heel sandals. He leaned over and whispered quietly in her ear, then ran his lips gently over her ear.

"Back off Lestrange, I'd rather not screw a rat with a mouth," Lily said, unflinchingly, not even sparing him a glance. She had a part to play, and she knew how to play it well. Lestrange glared, but reached out his cuffed hands and placed them on her knee, tracing patterns on her thigh, angling his head closer to her.

"Heard you got close to Rosier before he died. He called you the best screw since Elena Nott. Told me how you could do things with your tongue. Wouldn't mind that royal treatment, babe."

"I wouldn't trust him on that. He was the worst screw I've ever had. Almost like he'd never had a girl before."

Lestrange grinned crookedly and pulled his hand away. "One day doll, I'll get ya."

Lily smiled and winked at him, then turned away, pulling her hair out of her face as best as she could. Turning back around, intending to insult his outfit, she saw Lestrange, holding a gun in his lap. Fumbling, he pulled out the magazine, checking for bullets, then slid it back into the gun. Lily's eyes widened as he pointed the gun at Potter's head, briefly considering her options. If she stopped Lestrange, she would be in danger. He would know that she was the traitor who had turned them all in, and she would be a target for the rest of her life. But if she didn't stop Lestrange, Potter would be dead. Unable to watch another innocent man hurt, she made a split second decision, she swung her legs up, knocking the gun away just as he fired. The bullet shattered the window, and Potter slammed on the brakes, jerking the car around, narrowly avoiding other cars.

Lestrange still held the gun and began to raise it again, but Lily drove her high heel into his stomach, and dove for the gun, trying to get a grip on it with her hands still cuffed. Lestrange was too strong and managed to get one more shot off before Potter pulled Lestrange out of the car. The wild shot hit Lily's leg, and she gasped as pain scorched her leg.

Lestrange was a lot bigger than Potter and seemed to be winning the fight, even with cuffed hands. By the time Lily had gotten to the other side, the gun was on the ground, and Potter had fallen down. Grabbing the gun, Lestrange held up the gun towards Potter on the ground, smiling.

"I will shoot," He said, backing away slowly, and Lily believed him. He gestured for her to get down, and Lily slowly kneeled down next to Potter, hands above her head. Lestrange continued to walk backward. Cars whizzed by on the other side of the highway as if oblivious to the commotion, while traffic neatly danced around in the other lanes.

Lily was cursing under her breath, going over ways to absolutely murder Potter. Lestrange began jogging, then turned and bolted down the highway towards an exit.

Lily leaped up and grabbed a gun from the back while Potter opened the trunk, throwing her a bulletproof vest. "What were you thinking? I had him. Now he knows I'm the informant, and he's getting away! And you just let him out of the car? He's one of the worst!"

"It wasn't safe with you alone, handcuffed to fight a man with a gun. What was I supposed to do?" Potter glared as Lily spluttered, and turned to radio in the news, while Lily grabbed his key and uncuffed herself. Swearing bitterly, she began sprinting after Lestrange. Ahead of her, Lestrange had just reached the intersection. Although he was strong, he wasn't fast, and Lily could reach him easily. Potter was running next to her, pulling away slowly and gesturing to the traffic to watch out.

Lily, determined to keep up, matched his long legs pace for pace until he turned right and she swerved left to try and cut him off. Lestrange turned right, heading directly in between traffic. Potter cursed as he was narrowly missed by a car and Lily was almost in range when he turned around and fired a round. She dropped to the ground and to the side, she could see Potter drop as well. She heard sirens screeching in the distance, and she prayed that they would come soon. Lestrange couldn't get away. She had worked too hard for this - everything, really, for him to blow her cover.

Lestrange was on the other side of the street now, and Lily was up again, running. A police car whizzed around the corner, swerving quickly to block Lestrange's path. He raised his gun to fire, but the magazine was empty. A man jumped out of the police car, pulling his gun out. Lestrange turned to run, but Lily had her gun up, and Potter came in, blocking his last route of escape.

"Put the gun down," the man from the car ordered, finger on the trigger. He walked up slowly, and let the tip of the gun press against Lestrange's head. Lestrange's face twisted into a glare, and he dropped the empty gun on the ground. More screaming sirens pulled closer, and in an instant, Lestrange was on the ground and handcuffed. Once he was securely detained, Lily strode over to Potter. "I can't believe you," she hissed, turning to Potter, who slowly holstered his gun, rolling his eyes. She was so angry she couldn't stop herself from shouting. "You complete arse, absolute ugliest cow I've ever seen -"

The man who had handcuffed Lestrange approached cautiously. "You're bleeding. And what happened to your eye?" The man was tall and lanky, and he had a big police jacket over his vest, and somehow despite it, managed to look like nothing like a cop, with shaggy hair, stubble, and a tattoo hidden on his collarbone, just visible under his shirt.

Lily shrugged, barely glancing down to asses the damage to her leg. "Nothing big. How in the bloody - how did he get a gun?"

Potter forced her to lean against a car and knelt down to look at her calf. "It's not too bad, but you'll definitely need stitches. And Evans, calm down. He's taken care of."

"I'm fine. It's not bad."

"You'll lose too much blood," The man said.

Lily ignored him, and approached the captain, McGonagall, and explained the situation. Lestrange was one of the smarter criminals, always thinking ahead. Everything he touched either shriveled or grew instantly - and the smallest comment set him off, incurring his wrath. It hadn't been easy to keep out of his large reach, even in the six months she had been undercover. She shivered just thinking about what would have happened if he had escaped and said a silent to thank you to the man who had gotten there in time.

She leaned against the car, ignoring the burn in her leg, until a girl named Marlene McKinnon, forcibly brought Lily over to a paramedic. Because the bullet had only grazed her thigh, it only took a few minutes for her to get cleaned up. She refused to take the crutch, insisting that the stitches weren't going to open and that she was fine. When she was reluctantly released, she limped towards Potter, who was laughing with the shaggy-haired man. Or, at least, she tried to walk.

But her leg gave out, and Captain McGonagall saw her stumble. As everyone began to clear out, Marlene helped her into the car and drove her back to the station. Before Lily even had time to properly think or process the fact that her life was about to be completely upset for the second time in six months, McGonagall and several FBI agents, each standing ready with tape recorders and notepads, asked for her full report for the last six months. Just as she began to speak, Potter opened the door and slipped inside, nodding to the men and sitting across from her. Lily opened her mouth to say something, but closed it with an audible pop, ignoring him.

"As you already know, I was supposed to only be in for a month, and just gather information about Riddle. We didn't have any proof about what he had been doing, but things were always fishy with him. My cover at first was Grove's dealer who could get him cocaine weekly, but Rosier met me and eventually brought me to the Riddle manor. I was still working as a dealer, but Rosier made me his… girlfriend. I was waiting for him one day when I overheard them talking about the Freeman Fire. I'm sure you've heard of it - no one in the government could ever figure out who started it, but it was Goyle and Grove." Lily took a sip of water as the FBI agents scribbled furiously. "They got drunk, and were angry over their girlfriends dumping them, so they targeted the African-American family living there, and started the fire.

I think... Riddle ordered them to start the fire in the first place, but I never was totally sure. I looked for weeks for evidence, but the only proof I have is a recording on my phone of the end of their conversation. I only got the last bit, and all it really says is "Riddle wanted it quiet." Then it cuts out.

By then, a month was up, and I used the burner phone to call the precinct and check in. But they wanted me to wait longer to see what else I could dig up. So I stayed for five more months. A few days later, Rosalyn Goyle was murdered by Nott after a fight between Nott and Goyle after a poker game. Al Goyle wanted to take it to the police, but that would expose him." Here Lily paused and adjusted the bandage around her wound, and took another drink of water.

"What did Al Goyle do?"

"He worked with Riddle on drugs. He was in charge of the major drug lines from Mexico and Colorado to New York, then distributed everywhere else. If he went to the police about the murder, it wouldn't take much to get him caught for the drugs. I looked at his papers one day, not that they were detailed, but it said almost 40,000 pounds of marijuana had been shipped in just one week."

Potter whistled through his teeth, tilting back his chair. "Our estimates were way off."

Lily shrugged. "I took pictures when I could of evidence, saved them on icloud, and deleted them. Same with the recordings. If they were found, the whole operation would have been blown."

"Goyle?" McGonagall prompted.

"So when his wife died, Goyle and Black, his wife's family, started a war between them and Nott and Grove. Basically, he just used his goons to get back. Nott threatened Grove with something, and Grove gave in. So it was Goyle and Black versus Nott and Grove. No one was safe, and Marcus Nott, son of Rex Nott, the murderer, was kidnapped, then kept as a hostage and... tortured by Bellatrix Black for a week before Goyle finally killed him. Nott was supposed to give Goyle three million dollars in exchange for his son, but Nott didn't have the money because his cousin, Abby Quin spent it all bribing a senator. When Marcus was killed, Nott snapped and ordered the snatchers - guys who do the dirty work, in a drive-by shooting, killed Al Goyle and three women that were with him that night." Lily paused again. "The bodies... were tossed - dumped in a river. Nott didn't want any evidence against him, and he especially didn't want Riddle finding out. Riddle wasn't a fan of Nott in the first place - some longtime grudge against him. Either way, Riddle didn't want a place in the war, and instead, used his money to build up a few underground gambling rings in the meantime." Lily rubbed her eyes. "I can take you to a few of them. I don't have the addresses memorized, but I can get there."

"Did everyone trust you? That entire time?" Potter asked, writing down some notes.

"Not at first. It took awhile, but Rosier trusted me the most. Riddle respects Rosier somewhat, so it got passed around, I guess."

"Who ran the gambling rings?"

"Lestrange, working for Riddle. Riddle was just the face, but Lestrange did all the work for him."

"Was Rosier really a bad screw?" Potter asked, eyebrows raised.

Lily choked on her water, spitting a little onto her shirt. "Excuse me?"

"Mr. Potter, that is not an acceptable question," McGonagall interjected. Potter huffed at the captain's words but didn't say anything else. Lily forcefully put her water down, head pounding at the loss of blood and talking too long. "Ms. Evans, did you perform any illegal acts while undercover?"

Lily shook her head slowly, glancing at James, who was grinning at her, pretending to take copious notes. "A few drugs, gambling, lots of drinking. But I never had to hurt anyone, or -" She stopped, looking down. "Nothing that is considered a felony."

"Is there something else?"

"No." McGonagall looked at her carefully, and she ducked her head. She didn't want to talk to anyone about this, especially five complete strangers. "I… watched a lot of stuff happen. Those three girls that were murdered? I… was in the room next door, I could have easily been the fourth. Marcus Nott got tortured by Bellatrix while I was standing right there. But when I started, I was ordered not to do anything that might tip them off, so I could only wait. It..."

"You did the right thing, Evans," McGonagall said gently. Potter cast a look at her, but she refused to meet his eyes, instead playing with her hands in her lap.

"I could have saved a lot of lives if I had just told -"

"But more criminals are in jail now, which never would have happened if you hadn't kept quiet. An entire crime ring is gone. You were right, Ms. Evans, I hope you know that." McGonagall handed her a tissue, but Lily didn't take it.

"I don't cry," she said shortly, and she wasn't about to. James snorted, and one of the men smirked. She lifted her head, eyes blazing, but continued to talk, fighting to keep her voice controlled and level. "Riddle is everywhere. He even hinted once at having spies in the government, but I couldn't tell if he was using that as a scare tactic."

"His primary goal?" One man prompted.

"Money. Power," Lily said simply, shrugging her shoulders.

"What was happening tonight? Why was everyone together?" Potter inquired. "If they were at war, why did they get together?"

"Riddle threatened them to get along. He got frustrated that no one was focusing on his personal goal, and tonight was supposed to be the kickoff event for everyone. I'm not sure why he wanted everyone together, I thought he was smarter than that."

"You think he planned the capture?"

Lily hesitated, words on the tip of her tongue, but unsure of how to phrase it. "Maybe… he rarely trusts anyone, and if he does, he never shows it. Everyone is wary of him because they aren't sure if they can give advice or support. "

"Riddle was captured tonight. Do you think he wanted that?"

"No, I don't think he believed he could escape prison. But he would have to have a backup plan. He always has another plan."

"So it's not over?" Potter sat up straighter. "Why didn't you stay undercover longer if-"

"Riddle's hidden everything! No paperwork, records - only he knows about it. I tried for months Potter, but there is nothing I could find. Not even a trace." Frustration crept into her voice, and she looked away. "I tried."

McGonagall cleared her throat, and stood up, resting a hand on Lily's shoulder. "Ms. Evans could use some rest. We will likely find all of the information we need when we can throughouly search each house. I'm sure we will have more questions later, but for now, you may go. While you were gone, we moved your personal boxes to the other side of the city. There's a bag in the locker room downstairs with all your personal items - phone, clothes, and your keys to your new apartment. I sent an email to you with your address. At the apartment, there will be a man outside, and you just have to wink, and he'll go with you to make sure your apartment is safe. We aren't expecting that anyone will be there after a successful operation, but for the first month, someone will always be nearby."

Lily nodded and stood up shakily, shaking McGonagall's hand, and ignoring Potter's smirk. She picked up her crutch and jammed it under her arm. "When do I need to come back in?"

"Take all the time you need. I don't expect you for a week, at earliest."

Lily nodded, reaching down and tugging off her heels, she walked barefoot through the office towards the locker room, leaning on her crutch for support. "Bloody menaces," she muttered, tossing the heels in the trash. They were completely ruined after running after Lestrange, and from the blood running down her leg.

When she reached the locker room, a large black bag sat in the corner, labeled with a bright 'Evans' written in yellow duct tape. She opened it and pulled out the jeans and shirt waiting for her. A new phone sat in the bag, next to a pair of keys.

It didn't take long to change. Lily was more than ready to go home, and could hardly control herself as she left the building, and headed towards her car.

At her new apartment, a man sat on the steps outside, and she winked briefly as she went by, but otherwise ignored him. Instead, she focused on not tripping up the stairs with a bad leg and a crutch.

As she opened her door, Lily was stunned at the interior. It was a modest apartment, but it was nicer than anything she could afford. It included a kitchen already stocked with food, a bedroom, bathroom, and a living room. Everything had already been unpacked, organized and cleaned. Her old apartment was a tiny one-room apartment, with a microwave and a mini fridge that served as a kitchen. She only had a mattress on the floor, heaped with blankets, and a lumpy couch she'd found at the local donation center.

Her smile turned to a frown as she wandered around. I can't afford this, Lily thought, dropping her duffel bag at the door. Although it was small, new, shiny white furniture had been bought and already built. But her worry quickly faded into utter exhaustion and Lily stumbled into the shower, her mind troubled and confused.

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