Five teens walked into the Ministry of Magic. Varying in size and height, dressed in plain Muggle clothes, there was nothing very interesting about them. They looked like anyone else, blending with the crowd that bustled around them. Until you saw their eyes. Whether they were brown, blue, or green, they looked like they'd fight. The blond one at the far end was a jumpiest. He was Tim. He was very suspicious of people. The leader, Peter, walked a step ahead of the others, leading their way through the crowd. Jeff and Marvin walked a hands breadth apart, flanking Peter. The only girl brought up the rear, dark eyes flickering to faces and people. They all looked stiff, distant, like they were seeing the world from someplace far away. There, amidst all of it, yet oddly detached.

They walked through the front area of the Minister's office, not bothering to talk to the secretary. She ignored them, as she always had. She didn't know them, but the relaxed posture had never fooled her. She knew when she didn't want to know names.

Peter opened the door, and everyone followed behind him. Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister of Magic, stood up as they came into the room, sighing as they shut the door.

Five teens, four boys, one girl. He had known them, or at the very least, knew of them since their birth. But try as he might, they would never knock on the door. He reached out and shook their hands. "Peter, Jeffery, Marvin, Tim, Christina. To what do I owe the visit?" Peter handed him a thick folder.

"Sir, good morning." He said in a serious voice. "We believe that is has come time to inform you of several assassination attempts. Approximately two months ago, you began getting notes, via Hogwarts School Owls or Hogsmeade's Mail service. All were cut from the Quibbler, forming threats on your life and your family. Several weeks ago we intercepted a large container of butterbeer going to your house. It contained an extremely high dosage of Draught of Living Death. Anyone who drank it would have passed out in moments and perhaps died within the hour. Dark objects have also been sent to your house, but we've had someone with protection checking all mail and they've all been destroyed. In order to better protect your family we've placed your family in a safe house, under a Fidelius Charm. Marvin is Secret Keeper. We've cleared out your schedule of any meetings, and you will be joining them by a temporary Floo channel that will only work from your fireplace here to the house they are living in. It will only be available for a few minutes, so that you will not be traced."

Shacklebolt began to speak. "What's going to happen-?", but was interrupted when 4 men in masks barged in the door. One of them shouted, "Get him!" In one motion Chris, Tim, and Jeff spun around bellowing, "Protego!" The Shield Charm threw the four men out the door. Marvin slammed it shut, and Chris made a square motion with her wand. The door made a squelching sound and a thick jelly-like substance oozed from around the door.

"Minister you have to leave with Marvin. Immediately." Jeffery said, in maddening calmness. Shacklebolt stood, grabbing his cloak, and a briefcase. As he watched, Peter and Chris began rolling up their sleeves, and pocketing their wands. Tim gave Shacklebolt a big handful of Floo powder. "Just throw it when Marvin says to. He can control the Floo without speaking so that they can't follow." With a loud bang, the door flew open again, and the men charged in. Peter grabbed the first man in a headlock, kicking the second one. "Go NOW!" he shouted. Marvin tumbled into the Floo, and Jeff stood between the fireplace and them. "Throw it." Marvin told him. The green fire roared and they disappeared. Chris had one man pinned to the floor, holding him in a nelson. Jeff paralyzed the fourth one, hurrying to Peter's assistance. Suddenly all four men vanished. Chris jumped to her feet, a cut trailing across her cheek down her throat. "They must've Apparated." They headed outside, and saw that the men had Stunned the secretary, because she was unconscious. "So what do we do now?" Jeff asked.

Chris smiled. "Surveillance. I sent an owl to the inn over the Three Broomsticks. You have a room there under the name Lewis. Peter is traveling to Knockturn Alley to see about the marketing of illegal Dark objects." Jeff frowned. "But what are you doing? Smashing heads in Azkaban till someone gives you a clue about who is behind this?" She shrugged into a jacket. "All of our clues have pointed to someone within Hogwarts. School barn owls, owls from Hogsmeade, and the Quibbler delivers over two hundred of its papers every week to Hogwarts. I will be posing as a student there, examining all of those students, tracking the owls, and keeping an eye out for anyone who speaks strongly of Dark Magic. Basically, recon."