Across the table from Antonin Dolohov sat the trio of Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. In the middle of the table was a fairly innocuous-looking holiday photograph, of two men standing with their arms awkwardly around each other in front of Brighton Pier.

"Please describe the nature of your relationship with Fabian Prewett," Hermione Granger began.

"Fabian Prewett?" Dolohov said dismissively. "He was an idiot. Such a fool. It is hard to believe how he had any credibility at all."

"What do you mean," Ron hissed. "Do you mean to imply he was on the dark side all this while?"

"No," Dolohov said. "He is too stupid for that sort of thing."

Ron scowled darkly. He looked like he was about to explode. "All right. We get that you don't like him. So can you please explain why, despite your apparent contempt, you seem to be chums in this photo?"

"This photo was evidently doctored," Dolohov said. "The pose is awkward and unnatural. It was most likely faked."

"Faked?" Ron exploded with rage. He threw another photo on the table. "Well what about this then!"

Dolohov quietly surveyed the photo for a while. This photo was considerably more compromising than the first, as it depicted two men locked in an embrace, standing on a sunny beach clutching, respectively, a 99 flake and an ice lolly. The dark-haired man had an arm enthusiastically wrapped around the other redheaded man's neck and his lips were pressed to the redheaded man's freckled cheek in a pucker. The 99 flake balanced precariously off its cone and the redheaded man's ice lolly was melting over his fingers.

Dolohov looked quizzically at the trio and insisted he knew nothing of the photo, not its provenance nor how it had come to be taken. The trio persisted in their questioning until it became evident that Ron was about to burst with apoplectic fury and flip the table over in frustration.

Hermione swiftly put an end to the interview and, after Dolohov had been brought back to his cell, discussed their next line of action. Ron was still incensed and muttering away so Harry dug into the biscuit tin and pulled up what he knew was the perfect diversion.

"So if Dolohov is a dead end, how about the Malfoys?" Harry said, with a devilish twinkle in his eyes. He brandished an old, yellowed copy of Utter Hogwash, the Hogwarts student newsletter. On the front page was a large photo of Narcissa Black, as she was known then, and Fabian Prewett mid-duet on the stage, gazing lovingly into each other's eyes.

Ron Weasley nearly burst a vein in his forehead and died of an aneurysm on the spot.